While a Grudgematch Was Fun...

Keeping it at the top made me appear to be the sad freaky wierdo I really am, and I can't have people onto my secret identity. Anyway, other things:

Going out last night was fun, although I felt a little guilty about leaving everyone, but since I had Ju Jitsu this morning I wanted to get home, and since Pete left I thought I might as well walk home with him. Unfortunatly, everyone disappeared in the club, and I didn't want to pay to catch them, and had to catch up with Pete anyway. So here's a big SORRY GUYS!

Other news. My stomach is killing me, and my arms are aching. This is from two days in a row 'dynamic stretching' as Phil (Sensei) calls it. Trying to strenthen the stomach muscle apparently. It hurts, but will probably benefit in the long run.

Speaking of Ju Jitsu, I came to a realisation. Soon, I will be a purple belt, and if all goes to plan, trained to be a coach. When I joined, I was in awe of the purple belts, and anyone above that. Blue was cool, so was blue-white, but at purple I was like 'Whoa!' because it was the highest non-Black Belt we had. And now I'm close to it. Which made me think, after two years, I'm getting close to actually knowing what I'm doing on a compitant level, ie: being dangerous. Which is a fun thought, because as we know, I'm not exactly the most respected person in the world when it comes to violence. I actually imagine people are sniggering as they read me claim the above. Of course, with any luck, I'll never have to use it. I'm probably not any good in a fight still, but I feel I'm getting there. I feel soon, at purple or brown-white, I'll reach those levels where I'll be pretty good at what I do. And if not, at a belt that high with coaching training the threat has got to be pretty scary.

Aside from my big headed ranting about Ju Jitsu, I have more big headed ranting to do. You see, my latest story, Diary of a Superhero, has a fan. Baird. And Pete read it to. Which feels good. I was only writing Diary of a Superhero for fun, it was never supposed to be serious or be used for anything other than a time waster for myself, but it's nice to have a fan. Of course, I just think Baird is over excitable, but I have to admit, it still feels good to hear "It's brilliant!" off of him.

Anyway, I better stop or my head will fill the room. Sorry for the big headedness, but it was that or whine, and there's plenty of whiny blogs out there if you want to read that.

Peace out!

(What does that even mean?)

Grudgematch: Ghosts vs. Humans

Well, it's been a while since I did one of these. I've been reading alot lately about ghosts again because I was bored, and it's quite interesting. (To make things clear, it's also likely bullshit, but interesting none the less).

One thing I found especially interesting was people who claimed they could contact ghosts (urr, yeah, let's take their word on that one!) getting the spirits to answer questions. This was wierd because they all answered pretty similarly, suggesting either there was a mass hoax or people who think they hear spirits hear similar stuff, maybe because of some psychological thing. (Or ghosts exist, perhaps). Anyway, what interested me in these responses was almost all of them said ghosts DO have the ability to harm human beings, something most people never believed in. The odd one answered "I don't know" and a few claimed they don't.

So, operating on this theory we have ghosts who can hurt us. It got more interesting when I found a few that suggested ghosts and humans fight (or some do, so they claim), and we're losing. Not much of a suprise. But then I found one that explained how they were pissed off with ghost hunters (damn those Ghostbusters! Damn them I say), and claimed that a war could come between ghosts and humans. Hence the idea for this Grudgematch.

Now, I'm aware by now you think I'm a nutcase for just talking about this, so I'd like to reitterate I'm perfectly aware that was mostly bullshit, but let's entertain for the purposes of this. Ghosts vs. Humans. Can you imagine that war? (I mean, Bush'll probably start a war with them anyway...) I mean, something you just can't shoot your way to. We'd get our asses kicked. Be quite funny to, everytime one of us dies we'd join them. From what I know of ghost theory, the only way we could win is to stop being afraid. From what I can gather, ghosts abilities to manifest themselves come from the emotions around them, the most powerful one being fear (or maybe that was in some b-rated horror film). Which means if you stop giving a damn, they'd be powerless. But other than that, we'd get our asses kicked.

Which means, in conclusion: Ghosts win triumphantly and the human race is left having had its butt kicked. But it wouldn't be a blog on ghosts if I didn't say something along these lines:

If a war does come between humans and ghosts....

WHO YA GONNA CALL!?

Curse you Karma Gods! CUUUURSE YOU!

Well, it would appear fate is not happy with issuing me one interview on my 18th Birthday. I now have two. Of course, I can't attend both, so I need to rearrange one. Kinda funny that crops up after my lengthy (and boring) blog on luck. Between that and Mrs Woods mistaking me for a girl (I kid you not) I'm expecting, as per the laws of Karma, something good to happen to me soon.

I had better wake up tomorrow a billionaire!

And could this mark my shortest blog ever? I just thought that info was kinda funny.

To Be Honest, I Can't Think of a Title

Now, as a person, I sometimes find it hard to place myself on the grand scheme of things. I don't mean that significance wise, I'm as insignificant as they come, but I'm talking about luck. 'Coz one on hand, I have the luck to have been born in a western country, a non-america western country specifically, have a good family, the best bunch of friends I could wish for and so on. So, if you looked at my life from the outside, I'm dammed lucky. And, even better, I have at least some talent at school work, meaning I can get academic qualifications. On the smaller things, I sometimes think I'm the unluckiest person alive. I'm, of course, wrong, but everybody feels like that occasionally.

Anyway, this isn't one of those blogs where I whine (wait a second, can it really be a blog if I don't complain and be angsty?) Instead, it was just me finding things funny. Like the fact that working in Argos now requires me to wear a pink jumper. It's like something out of a poorly written american comedy. Luckily, my 'dense' nature meant that I 'didn't notice' everybody was wearing them, so I got away without having to get one til they had tragically run out. IE: I went down to the stock room and started working, thus getting away with it. Of course, luck like this balances out when I climb up a wheely ladder, nicely placed so I can get an item, which I realise the wheel locks are broken on so it rolls away leaving me hanging from a shelf (possibly as comical as it sounds, although I hooked the ladder in my feet and pulled it back). If, of course, I hadn't caught it in my feet I'd of crashed down back first and possibly paralysed myself. Times nearly killed in the Argos stockroom: 4.

And then there were other funny moments, like when I almost made friends with a fairly attractive girl coz we were both working on collection, except my shift ended so I left her on her own to deal with like thirty customers (I had to grab a lift on time!). So she was pissed at me, which was quite funny.

This is the kinda bad luck I find amusing. Even the pink jumper thing, if I hadn't got out of it, would have still been funny. Say, failing an exam tomorrow, would not be funny. So let's hope I don't.

I should also mention: I CUT MY HAIR. Okay, so not very dramatic. Lasted a year and a month. And it's just trimmed so I can see without a) staring at my feet, b) having a pony tail (which I refuse to do) or c) constantly sticking a ton of hair behind my ears. Which is cool. Although sometimes I miss having really short and therefore easy to deal with hair. At least I don't accidently eat it when eating a sandwich anymore.

This blog has been fairly long and completely pointless, so I'm beginning to wonder if I should say something worthwhile. By something worthwhile I mean something like "I love 80's TV."

Speaking of TV, Boote's been really getting into Firefly. I told ya it was great!!!

In 1972...

I've been watching the A-team again having now succesfully got the whole first series on DVD (along with the first series of Knight Rider, but that one is a birthday present so I have to wait), and I forgot how much fun it is. Despite the fact the plots are the most formulaic thing since Power Rangers (that is in fact wrong, as the A-team came before Power Rangers, but screw it), with the entire basic plot always being the same, and always featuring the same elements (stupid costumes, hilarious Mr T moments and the like) it's still real fun. And, it doesn't do what far too many TV shows and movies do these days, and always make sure the team are in real danger ALL the time, and always seem to be losing. Sure, it's dramatic, but it's also boring after a while, so when you watch the A-team and watch them kicking ass, and always seeming to be on top (even when captured), it's brilliant fun. So, once again, my faith has risen in 80's TV after Firefly had me liking a modern day serious TV show. Modern day comedies are still great to. Well, some are.

Speaking of comedies, I picked up the Family Guy Season 3 DVDs for a tenner in Woolworths, which, even though I ain't watched them yet (I have the A-team to watch first), I know are great because I borrowed the first two off Boote. Normally, I wouldn't buy a tv series on DVD while I've got one to watch, but at that price I couldn't really miss them, and niether can you. Go buy Family Guy.

Ahem. Anyway, more on the topic of relevant things in my life, I've got an interview at Reading now (as well as Exeter, but I think I mentioned that before) and an offer from Plymouth. Plymouth's offer is fairly easy to get, three C's, and for Drama yet not asking an interview seems stupid, but at least I have a choice. Reading's standard offer seems to be three B's, which I can get, so I hope I pass the interview.

Even if, because the God's love me so, it's on my 18th Birthday. Bastards. Most people spend their 18th getting drunk and having fun. I'm having an interview at Reading. Yippiekiyay.

Must....Add.....To.....Blog.....If only I could reach my Blogger's utility belt...

Well, this was harder to post that I thought due to me not only forgetting my password, but forgetting my user name (it's my_name_was_taken for future reference).

My previous blog was too serious to keep as the main one, so I decided to blog further. I've been writing again since just before we went back to school, and so far this story seems to be the length of Just Another Story already, much to my shock. However, this one, is in all fairness, crap. Just Another Story I enjoyed telling because it was a fairly tight and planned adventure, and it was the specific length it had to me. I didn't add or take anything out. This one is a comedy superhero story written in episodes, so very rarely does one 'chapter' run onto another, creating a random and unflowing structure. Add in my atrocious sense of humour and you have one crap story. But it's keeping me occupied, which is why I write in the first place. It just seems like a backwards step after Just Another Story.

I got an interview at Exeter Uni. Admitingly, every drama student gets an interview at Exeter, but that doesn't deter me!

Exams are a problem, but I can pull through. I need to do a bit more work, but should be okay. And once exams are over, I'm 18! Woo! Well, not until the start of February, but it's close enough. Hol comes first though, and I still need to get her something.

Dammed people, having birthdays. Fancy that. I mean, it's so incosiderate. They should just be immortal and have existed since the dawn of time. It would make life so much easier.

A First

Well, today I was watching the news, and something happened that has never happened before. I was embarressed to be British. Never happened before, because I've never seen our country as that bad, but today I was. Why you may ask. Well, there was a news broadcast about how Tony Blair had pledged to build a memorial for the British victims of the Tsunami. Now, perhaps it's how they emphaised 'British' whenever talking about it, but this really got to me. This was a tragedy that gripped the world over, and we are selfish enough to create a memorial JUST to the British? We should be creating a memorial to everybody who died, no matter where they came from. Are there really still such barriers between countries that ours will only remember our own victims? In a book I recently read, a certain pessimist described the world as being like a sinking ship, we're all in it together. I actually felt embarressed to be grouped as belonging to a country that was appearing so short sighted we were only remebering ourselves, and not the others.

Of course our officals have given out the kind words, but when it comes to building a memorial it should be everyone, you can't just exclude victims because of their nationality. And to add to that soarness, afterwards Tony Blair came on carefully reading from a page about how much he cared. Reading. Can't he say it himself?

Maybe I'm overreacting. At least we're making some kind of way of remembering the victims, but we're only caring about the British victims. I wonder, if there were no British people in that disaster, how would the goverment have reacted? Would they have cared? I have no doubt in the general public to respond, but I can't see the goverment making a memorial if nobody of our nationality was involved.

And here I was thinking we were past all this.

I'm Back

After a little hiatus in which my computer died, I'm back. With a new computer. A lot has happened, both in the real world and in my little life. My Bro has come and gone, which I'm glad is over with. Christmas passed, and was fun, until my compute broke and my family started killing each other (metaphorically) because of how much it cost to repair, and each attempt to repair it went even wronger, costing more.

Meanwhile, outside my little selfish bubble of problems, something alot more serious happened. Yeah, ya all know it. 125,000 people died. Or some number like that. At a time like this, where war and terrorism grips the world, it was a reminder of what nature is capable of. Cooper pointed out how the media seemed to thrive on the tragedy, and he's right. I can imagine some evil head of a newspaper company crying out "Over 100,000 people dead near Christmas!? That's great news!" just so they could sell more papers, but it did serve a purpose. Our country donated so much our country's overall donated aid money went from £1 million to £20 million in a matter of days, and now I think it's even higher. At least the media was good for something.