Its soo true.. we're soo square! XD
Monday, August 06, 2007
Cam-whore
This sunset i captured on my camera, just yesterday, i thought it looked cool, i wanted to share. thoughts?
peace
--Lew--
<3
Saturday, August 04, 2007
odd blog,
Hi there,
I don’t know if anyone apart from Bev will read this post, mainly because I think my blog is overlooked. Fair enough, it’s not as interesting as other peoples. Tell you what, if you read this blog, leave your name as a comment, and ill be sure to read your blogs =P
Getting back to the point ,... oh wait... there is no point. Ahh well, lets see whats on my mind
*goes into trance*
*humms*
Well, recently the weather has taken a turn for the better, and NOW people are going away on holiday. It’s sad really, they miss the best of the summer, and when they come back, they’ll be sure to have a storm or two =P well all you lucky bastards that managed to escape this miserable country have it ok for a while, i haven’t had a holiday in aggges. I REALLY need one. Now I’ve started “working” which i have found out is not really work, its all about the use of the mouth, you talk a lot, and it gets you out of doing any of the orders that come on screen, mouth off a bit, and stand around having a “courtesy cup” of coke, whilst watching all the fat bastards trudging into the restaurant, money in hand as the fat mucky-d addicts beg for more of the sugar coated burgers. I was shocked to read some of the REAL nutritional information... BEWARE do not eat any of the food in any of our restaurant .
I really need a holiday, i wanna get away from it all for just a week, maybe even a weekend=] something just to escape the monotony that is my life.
Enough of the complaining, back to work! =P you get to see some funny things where i work. We have the resident fat-a-holic. Hes a male, 25 name: Gary. He’s a man with an extraordinary profile as working as an IT support technician, then worked on some servers in the DVLA (everyone has a job connected with the DVLA==p) he sits in his 45” waist tracksuit joggers in the restaurant for a good 45 mins each sitting. He makes quick calls to the DVLA and his home based IT service making websites for “companies” which pay him “money”. Hes a man full of charisma, especially when he mumbles his orders to the near deaf front counter workers. You could say he has a soft lulling voice.. i say mumbling, its almost like one big snore. This is why i have taken the liberty of keeping a notepad and pen on the counter at all times just so that i don’t have to fall asleep on the job listening to his godforsaken voice. He visits the restaurant on average 4 times a day; once for breakfast.. and hes always first on the door.. then once again around 12:00, before lunch starts.. and again at 1-1:30 when lunch id in full flow, and once again to congratulate the team on not giving his a heart attach from the utter crap that we serve. Every day is ticking away. Its only a matter of time.
He comes up with the weirdest orders. Now a GRILL is basically a specially made order for a customer. He orders nothing but GRILLS. Its just plain annoying, and the thing is he’ll have the same thing 3 times in the day. we know its his order now, we can say “garys order 30 seconds”
He sits alone. Every time he sits in the same seat. Its the one right next to the bin=P we’ve even left him a post it there saying “have a nice meal” when its busy and his seat is taken, he waits for the customers to move off. There could be only that table taken in the whole store... but its Gary’s table, he’s not giving it up for no-one! So there he waits, exercising his overweight body, resting his belly on the back of a small child chair, panting like he’s out of breath room the 30 step walk from the counter to the seat, breathing his putrid air over the customers sitting in his seat.
Watching him eat is funny too=] never should you laugh at a man trying to fit a whole hamburger in his mouth, the depressing side of it is... He’s not trying to impress someone, or just show off to people what he can do, or even have a laugh with some of his friends.. this is mainly because he has none. On one of my breaks, Gareth, a co-reheater, dared me to talk to him for an apple pie. I couldn’t refuse.. he knows my mc0fat weakness=P I took up his challenge and sat down with this huge man. It kinda looked weird, because, the restraint was empty.. and i sat down next to him. Its scary, he should be dead, i was appalled at the amount of sweat that dripped of the guy. He smelt like how i would imagine a tramps sock to smell like, i don’t think he washed.. in fact.. i had seen him in that browny-grey shirt EVERY time I’ve seen him.. i started to worry. His teeth were beige.. and not just mothers bedroom beige.. but.. BROWN. You could see the rotting effect of 3 large cokes as gary literally downed a 1.3 lr coke carton. I didn’t like sitting there... so i bucked up the courage to talk to gary just to keep my mind off him. I asked
“so you come here often?”
And i suddenly realised that... i had given him a chat up line... you have no idea how scared i felt.. this guy could have literally eaten me. He hadn’t got onto his 4th burger, so there was obv room for more... so i faked a phone call.. and quickly went back into the staffroom.
I never want to sit/talk/breathe the same air as gary.
So that’s just a little blog. Hope I’ve interested maybe 1 person.
Peace out!
--Lew--
I don’t know if anyone apart from Bev will read this post, mainly because I think my blog is overlooked. Fair enough, it’s not as interesting as other peoples. Tell you what, if you read this blog, leave your name as a comment, and ill be sure to read your blogs =P
Getting back to the point ,... oh wait... there is no point. Ahh well, lets see whats on my mind
*goes into trance*
*humms*
Well, recently the weather has taken a turn for the better, and NOW people are going away on holiday. It’s sad really, they miss the best of the summer, and when they come back, they’ll be sure to have a storm or two =P well all you lucky bastards that managed to escape this miserable country have it ok for a while, i haven’t had a holiday in aggges. I REALLY need one. Now I’ve started “working” which i have found out is not really work, its all about the use of the mouth, you talk a lot, and it gets you out of doing any of the orders that come on screen, mouth off a bit, and stand around having a “courtesy cup” of coke, whilst watching all the fat bastards trudging into the restaurant, money in hand as the fat mucky-d addicts beg for more of the sugar coated burgers. I was shocked to read some of the REAL nutritional information... BEWARE do not eat any of the food in any of our restaurant .
I really need a holiday, i wanna get away from it all for just a week, maybe even a weekend=] something just to escape the monotony that is my life.
Enough of the complaining, back to work! =P you get to see some funny things where i work. We have the resident fat-a-holic. Hes a male, 25 name: Gary. He’s a man with an extraordinary profile as working as an IT support technician, then worked on some servers in the DVLA (everyone has a job connected with the DVLA==p) he sits in his 45” waist tracksuit joggers in the restaurant for a good 45 mins each sitting. He makes quick calls to the DVLA and his home based IT service making websites for “companies” which pay him “money”. Hes a man full of charisma, especially when he mumbles his orders to the near deaf front counter workers. You could say he has a soft lulling voice.. i say mumbling, its almost like one big snore. This is why i have taken the liberty of keeping a notepad and pen on the counter at all times just so that i don’t have to fall asleep on the job listening to his godforsaken voice. He visits the restaurant on average 4 times a day; once for breakfast.. and hes always first on the door.. then once again around 12:00, before lunch starts.. and again at 1-1:30 when lunch id in full flow, and once again to congratulate the team on not giving his a heart attach from the utter crap that we serve. Every day is ticking away. Its only a matter of time.
He comes up with the weirdest orders. Now a GRILL is basically a specially made order for a customer. He orders nothing but GRILLS. Its just plain annoying, and the thing is he’ll have the same thing 3 times in the day. we know its his order now, we can say “garys order 30 seconds”
He sits alone. Every time he sits in the same seat. Its the one right next to the bin=P we’ve even left him a post it there saying “have a nice meal” when its busy and his seat is taken, he waits for the customers to move off. There could be only that table taken in the whole store... but its Gary’s table, he’s not giving it up for no-one! So there he waits, exercising his overweight body, resting his belly on the back of a small child chair, panting like he’s out of breath room the 30 step walk from the counter to the seat, breathing his putrid air over the customers sitting in his seat.
Watching him eat is funny too=] never should you laugh at a man trying to fit a whole hamburger in his mouth, the depressing side of it is... He’s not trying to impress someone, or just show off to people what he can do, or even have a laugh with some of his friends.. this is mainly because he has none. On one of my breaks, Gareth, a co-reheater, dared me to talk to him for an apple pie. I couldn’t refuse.. he knows my mc0fat weakness=P I took up his challenge and sat down with this huge man. It kinda looked weird, because, the restraint was empty.. and i sat down next to him. Its scary, he should be dead, i was appalled at the amount of sweat that dripped of the guy. He smelt like how i would imagine a tramps sock to smell like, i don’t think he washed.. in fact.. i had seen him in that browny-grey shirt EVERY time I’ve seen him.. i started to worry. His teeth were beige.. and not just mothers bedroom beige.. but.. BROWN. You could see the rotting effect of 3 large cokes as gary literally downed a 1.3 lr coke carton. I didn’t like sitting there... so i bucked up the courage to talk to gary just to keep my mind off him. I asked
“so you come here often?”
And i suddenly realised that... i had given him a chat up line... you have no idea how scared i felt.. this guy could have literally eaten me. He hadn’t got onto his 4th burger, so there was obv room for more... so i faked a phone call.. and quickly went back into the staffroom.
I never want to sit/talk/breathe the same air as gary.
So that’s just a little blog. Hope I’ve interested maybe 1 person.
Peace out!
--Lew--
Wednesday, July 25, 2007
Long overdue
I havent blogged in a while.. its long overdue.. much like Summer 2007... long awaited, much anticipated but a jolly come latley!
So its 25th of july and by now i should be on the beach lying down enjoying a nice barbeque whilst listening to the summer waves crash against the rocky cliffs of the wild welsh beaches. It seems like the promise of this summers long overdue. I do not want to go back to college without having a day down at the beach with everyone. I simply wont go till I’ve had that day¬¬
So i hear you ask “what have you been doing all this time then?” well ill tell you:
Reading the Da Vinci code
Watching tv
Having Bev over every day I can ^^
Having friends over every day I can
Managing a band ^^=P
Watching tv
Doodling
Eating Jaffa Cakes! XD
Watching tv
Making food =P
Going for rainy walks
Driving
Watching the rain
Counting rain=P (new favourite hobby of mine=P)
Work
Watching tv
And some more tv
And internet of course=[
Basically this summer has been spent indoors. and when it does become sunny.. i appreciate it a lot more, i suppose thats good.. apart from the fact i cant have too many people over and i cant go out to see them
I wanna try out my surfboard =[
Anough of the complaining.. ill blog proper tomorrow.. when there aren’t so many people dying to talk to me =P or work to look forward to =] (amazing sarcasm here)
Peace out
--lew--
<3
Current:
Mood- ready-to-rumble
Listening to – rain on my window
Theory- summer ’07 worst thing since Vietnam
Phrase of the moment - "u relly can make an excuse for nything cant you=P" (Jamie to me about summer ’07)
So its 25th of july and by now i should be on the beach lying down enjoying a nice barbeque whilst listening to the summer waves crash against the rocky cliffs of the wild welsh beaches. It seems like the promise of this summers long overdue. I do not want to go back to college without having a day down at the beach with everyone. I simply wont go till I’ve had that day¬¬
So i hear you ask “what have you been doing all this time then?” well ill tell you:
Reading the Da Vinci code
Watching tv
Having Bev over every day I can ^^
Having friends over every day I can
Managing a band ^^=P
Watching tv
Doodling
Eating Jaffa Cakes! XD
Watching tv
Making food =P
Going for rainy walks
Driving
Watching the rain
Counting rain=P (new favourite hobby of mine=P)
Work
Watching tv
And some more tv
And internet of course=[
Basically this summer has been spent indoors. and when it does become sunny.. i appreciate it a lot more, i suppose thats good.. apart from the fact i cant have too many people over and i cant go out to see them
I wanna try out my surfboard =[
Anough of the complaining.. ill blog proper tomorrow.. when there aren’t so many people dying to talk to me =P or work to look forward to =] (amazing sarcasm here)
Peace out
--lew--
<3
Current:
Mood- ready-to-rumble
Listening to – rain on my window
Theory- summer ’07 worst thing since Vietnam
Phrase of the moment - "u relly can make an excuse for nything cant you=P" (Jamie to me about summer ’07)
Tuesday, July 10, 2007
=O - best drummer of all time?
im amazed.. just watch it
http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=erE8WTngaAY
i wanna know who's impressed.. =O i sure as fuck am =
tell me what you think =]
==lew==
http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=erE8WTngaAY
i wanna know who's impressed.. =O i sure as fuck am =
tell me what you think =]
==lew==
TOWNAGE =P
greetings all.
dont know why im blogging really, just thought it may be a bit of fun to look back on my day in town etc etc.. =]
i suppose its only logical to start at the beginning, and the begining to most of my days is in a bed
soo.. i have had trouble sleeping recently. it had been such a pain.. i think i have insomnia.. the only way i could describe it were to be if you were trying to complete tetris.. everything must fall into place at the right time... drowsyness, silence, rotations, numbness in arms after pins and needles.. sleep fricking impossible ¬¬
however success! i slept for a grand total of 2 hours this morning.. the sleep began at 5:45 am that night i watched 3 films..
one flew over the cuckoo nest
the pianist
cold mountain
now.. these film.. i chose as they were either
1. old~ish
2. boring
3. contained the least action and storyline
4. long
5. lulling voiced actors
and do you think it could send me to sleep.. HELL NO!
so i msn'd till say.. 3:00am and couldnt relax till my cat fell asleep on my chest... which is when i HAD to relax.. i mean youve never tried to wake my cat when its sleeping..= you wouldnt want to..=\
so i was glad the battered and bruised black and blue remote was working. so here i was laying down on my bed eyes fully open watching jack nicholson squirt water at some mental patients..
I LAY AWAKE
unable to move
frozen in time
paralyzed
soon enough my fat cat wanted food. so he got up and started clawing furiusly at the door.. the meowing started.. i thought the repetative meowing wold help m drift off into a sleep like toms snoring did a long time ago when we shared a bunk bed.. the meowing became louder.. and louder unitll it was at risk of waking someone. instead of having my mum bark on at me about closing my bedroom door (or my cat piss and/or shit on my floor) i got outta my bed and opened the creaky door.. which could have woken the entire street up anyway..
anywho.. i reentered my bed. it was cold so i started shuffling around to try and warm it.. i mean.. have you ever slept in a cold bed?=P i knew the only way i could warm the bed up was if i was to remain still in one spot. so i did.. and again i was paralyzed.. it felt like an island.. i had the hot island and if i rolled slightly to the left or right i wold fall off into thecold sea.. i was stranded as it were..
my only salvation.. a text to bev ^^ shes sooo coote
so bedtime was at 5:45am
i woke up at 7:15ishhh to the sound of heavy hooves on my landing outside my door.. they were plodding along.. short quick footsteps.. which made a heck of a noise.. kinda like a herd of hippos in the swamppy marshes of kenya
this stampeed, i deduced to be my little sister.. even before she touched the door handle.. i knew it was her..
she came in quietly.. as if to care about not waking me.. she crept up to me and asked..
"LEWIIIIEEEEE... CAN I HAVE SOME OF YOUR SWEETS THAT ARE IN THE FRIDGE"
Her voice was loud and pierced through the airwaves, my eardrums and any hope i had of getting to sleep.. i slowly rolled over... and shouted back
"SHOVE OFF BRAT"
and so she left as quickly as she came.
I awoke.. i had a bad throat, i stood up.. and fed my addiction.. i went on msn. online were a few people, sam, bev, hannah, kirsty, rachel i think bale was too.. and i started talking to my ikkle skittle^^
in the conversation came.. "are you coming to ton with us or the collegers"
now i was a little dizzy from the bottle of calpol i had drunk and the fact i had had but 2hrs sleep in 2 days.. but foolishly i said
"yes"
however that made no sense to bevs question=P
i didnt answer and told her id se when i got into town i watched house.. it was good, yet another little addiction on mine. it was of foreman dying of a waterbourne diseas.. it was great XD cameron took over House' roll of medical proxy.. and she ordered an uneeded brain biopsy.. HAHA impatient girl couldnt wait like 20 mins for house to come with the answer.. as he always does=]
so tom and i walked up to the bus stop. it was a casual stroll and we talked a little about everything.. noone knows tom as well as i do ¬¬ 16yrs living with the guy. ¬¬=P anywho.. we waited tat the bus stop and it came eventually.. i sat down near to a decrepid 90 something.. who smelt faintly of a mixture of pee and green tea.. to make things worse.. she startedtalking to herself.. although it could have been directed at me but i cleverly ignored the weak sounds of a dying lady =P
to my immense gratitude she eventually got up and left the bus *wipes forhead of sweat*
so the bus came to a long "brakes squeaking" stop on high street. as soon as the bus doors swung open i smelt the smell of swanse
for those of you who dont know what swansea smells like.. or those of you who dont know how to describe it ill do my best. Swansea has a mixture of smells. the overriding one being the pollution from the numerous cars that circualte th city.. if you move on to the streets you can actually smell the clothes.. linen DOES NOT smell good.. neither does extrodanarily cheap £2 sell for £5 primark womens t-shirts located straight as tyou walk in through the barriwer that is the 3 double doors of the shop. it can be said that the air smells of the sea breeze, but i only find that changes when im next to tesco.. in the next to the fish counter..swansea market has to be the smelliest place in all of swansea. i mean who thought of places selling rotten fish and butchers located next to clothes shops.. making sure that when you but the clothes (if you do) then they are dipped in the blood of a hundred lambs and coated with mangy fish scales.
enough of that..
in town i saw.. : bev , jamie, graham, becky, tom patrick, nik, steph, dan, bale, sophie.. and that was it i think. =]
i went off with bale sophie dan and steph. =] it was real good fun =] went to see die hard.. never laughed so much in all my life.. some of the scenes were soo incredibly farfetched and impossible i had to laugh. who thought of making bruce willis, a 50 something, jump from a collapsing motorway bridge onto a f14 fighter jet and when holdon for dear life as it spins around at unimainable speed and having the timing to jump off the jet onto a slide of a collapsed morotway bridge just missingthe fire, explosion and.. all debris?
anyway. itwas real fun=P had some good chats with dan and steph =P lmao
so after the film.. and food.. we thought it better be time to go home. =] i was invited to go to stephs house and also to go to fforestfach to pick up some party stuffs for steph
in tesco fforestfach we met up with andrea.. i had never met her before. but i didnt need to , she is exactly like the rest of the RI girls.. completley mad =P
so whilst dan and andrea went into tesco to buy steph something for her birthday i took steph to starbucks. couldnt decide what to have. lookedat the list.. and i was foo fricking hot.. i could have melted i decided to settle on a mango smoothie thingie. we sat on the bench in front of the steps and i we shot the packaing off the straws down to the information desk in borders.. we hid=P lol had a chat with steph .. and she got a job =] whils i was there.. as an accountant thingie or something. she didnt want it =P lol so another phone call came after like an hour and it was dan saying make your way down to tesco.. nothing much happened in tesco apart from the times that me and dan passed/kicked around a reall dirt bad-shit quality rugby ball around. =P and wearing lots of hats.. and trying to limbo. I LIMBO BETTER THAN DAN XD hahahaha
so that was my day.. steph and dan and angie went to see a house viewing in tycoch and dropped meoff home.
twas a good day.. and im really tired of writing any more of this.. =P bloggageing is really easy to write sooo much. especially if youve done something and had a good day =P
*waves*
==lew==
Mood: - all-blogged-out-and-still-kinda-ill
Quote of the day: - "Enough of that kung foo shit" - Bruce Willis/John Mcklain Die hard 4 (laughs uncontorolably)
Listening to: - The Theft - Atreyu
Theory:- IS tycoch a far walk from Penllergaer.. yes.
dont know why im blogging really, just thought it may be a bit of fun to look back on my day in town etc etc.. =]
i suppose its only logical to start at the beginning, and the begining to most of my days is in a bed
soo.. i have had trouble sleeping recently. it had been such a pain.. i think i have insomnia.. the only way i could describe it were to be if you were trying to complete tetris.. everything must fall into place at the right time... drowsyness, silence, rotations, numbness in arms after pins and needles.. sleep fricking impossible ¬¬
however success! i slept for a grand total of 2 hours this morning.. the sleep began at 5:45 am that night i watched 3 films..
one flew over the cuckoo nest
the pianist
cold mountain
now.. these film.. i chose as they were either
1. old~ish
2. boring
3. contained the least action and storyline
4. long
5. lulling voiced actors
and do you think it could send me to sleep.. HELL NO!
so i msn'd till say.. 3:00am and couldnt relax till my cat fell asleep on my chest... which is when i HAD to relax.. i mean youve never tried to wake my cat when its sleeping..= you wouldnt want to..=\
so i was glad the battered and bruised black and blue remote was working. so here i was laying down on my bed eyes fully open watching jack nicholson squirt water at some mental patients..
I LAY AWAKE
unable to move
frozen in time
paralyzed
soon enough my fat cat wanted food. so he got up and started clawing furiusly at the door.. the meowing started.. i thought the repetative meowing wold help m drift off into a sleep like toms snoring did a long time ago when we shared a bunk bed.. the meowing became louder.. and louder unitll it was at risk of waking someone. instead of having my mum bark on at me about closing my bedroom door (or my cat piss and/or shit on my floor) i got outta my bed and opened the creaky door.. which could have woken the entire street up anyway..
anywho.. i reentered my bed. it was cold so i started shuffling around to try and warm it.. i mean.. have you ever slept in a cold bed?=P i knew the only way i could warm the bed up was if i was to remain still in one spot. so i did.. and again i was paralyzed.. it felt like an island.. i had the hot island and if i rolled slightly to the left or right i wold fall off into thecold sea.. i was stranded as it were..
my only salvation.. a text to bev ^^ shes sooo coote
so bedtime was at 5:45am
i woke up at 7:15ishhh to the sound of heavy hooves on my landing outside my door.. they were plodding along.. short quick footsteps.. which made a heck of a noise.. kinda like a herd of hippos in the swamppy marshes of kenya
this stampeed, i deduced to be my little sister.. even before she touched the door handle.. i knew it was her..
she came in quietly.. as if to care about not waking me.. she crept up to me and asked..
"LEWIIIIEEEEE... CAN I HAVE SOME OF YOUR SWEETS THAT ARE IN THE FRIDGE"
Her voice was loud and pierced through the airwaves, my eardrums and any hope i had of getting to sleep.. i slowly rolled over... and shouted back
"SHOVE OFF BRAT"
and so she left as quickly as she came.
I awoke.. i had a bad throat, i stood up.. and fed my addiction.. i went on msn. online were a few people, sam, bev, hannah, kirsty, rachel i think bale was too.. and i started talking to my ikkle skittle^^
in the conversation came.. "are you coming to ton with us or the collegers"
now i was a little dizzy from the bottle of calpol i had drunk and the fact i had had but 2hrs sleep in 2 days.. but foolishly i said
"yes"
however that made no sense to bevs question=P
i didnt answer and told her id se when i got into town i watched house.. it was good, yet another little addiction on mine. it was of foreman dying of a waterbourne diseas.. it was great XD cameron took over House' roll of medical proxy.. and she ordered an uneeded brain biopsy.. HAHA impatient girl couldnt wait like 20 mins for house to come with the answer.. as he always does=]
so tom and i walked up to the bus stop. it was a casual stroll and we talked a little about everything.. noone knows tom as well as i do ¬¬ 16yrs living with the guy. ¬¬=P anywho.. we waited tat the bus stop and it came eventually.. i sat down near to a decrepid 90 something.. who smelt faintly of a mixture of pee and green tea.. to make things worse.. she startedtalking to herself.. although it could have been directed at me but i cleverly ignored the weak sounds of a dying lady =P
to my immense gratitude she eventually got up and left the bus *wipes forhead of sweat*
so the bus came to a long "brakes squeaking" stop on high street. as soon as the bus doors swung open i smelt the smell of swanse
for those of you who dont know what swansea smells like.. or those of you who dont know how to describe it ill do my best. Swansea has a mixture of smells. the overriding one being the pollution from the numerous cars that circualte th city.. if you move on to the streets you can actually smell the clothes.. linen DOES NOT smell good.. neither does extrodanarily cheap £2 sell for £5 primark womens t-shirts located straight as tyou walk in through the barriwer that is the 3 double doors of the shop. it can be said that the air smells of the sea breeze, but i only find that changes when im next to tesco.. in the next to the fish counter..swansea market has to be the smelliest place in all of swansea. i mean who thought of places selling rotten fish and butchers located next to clothes shops.. making sure that when you but the clothes (if you do) then they are dipped in the blood of a hundred lambs and coated with mangy fish scales.
enough of that..
in town i saw.. : bev , jamie, graham, becky, tom patrick, nik, steph, dan, bale, sophie.. and that was it i think. =]
i went off with bale sophie dan and steph. =] it was real good fun =] went to see die hard.. never laughed so much in all my life.. some of the scenes were soo incredibly farfetched and impossible i had to laugh. who thought of making bruce willis, a 50 something, jump from a collapsing motorway bridge onto a f14 fighter jet and when holdon for dear life as it spins around at unimainable speed and having the timing to jump off the jet onto a slide of a collapsed morotway bridge just missingthe fire, explosion and.. all debris?
anyway. itwas real fun=P had some good chats with dan and steph =P lmao
so after the film.. and food.. we thought it better be time to go home. =] i was invited to go to stephs house and also to go to fforestfach to pick up some party stuffs for steph
in tesco fforestfach we met up with andrea.. i had never met her before. but i didnt need to , she is exactly like the rest of the RI girls.. completley mad =P
so whilst dan and andrea went into tesco to buy steph something for her birthday i took steph to starbucks. couldnt decide what to have. lookedat the list.. and i was foo fricking hot.. i could have melted i decided to settle on a mango smoothie thingie. we sat on the bench in front of the steps and i we shot the packaing off the straws down to the information desk in borders.. we hid=P lol had a chat with steph .. and she got a job =] whils i was there.. as an accountant thingie or something. she didnt want it =P lol so another phone call came after like an hour and it was dan saying make your way down to tesco.. nothing much happened in tesco apart from the times that me and dan passed/kicked around a reall dirt bad-shit quality rugby ball around. =P and wearing lots of hats.. and trying to limbo. I LIMBO BETTER THAN DAN XD hahahaha
so that was my day.. steph and dan and angie went to see a house viewing in tycoch and dropped meoff home.
twas a good day.. and im really tired of writing any more of this.. =P bloggageing is really easy to write sooo much. especially if youve done something and had a good day =P
*waves*
==lew==
Mood: - all-blogged-out-and-still-kinda-ill
Quote of the day: - "Enough of that kung foo shit" - Bruce Willis/John Mcklain Die hard 4 (laughs uncontorolably)
Listening to: - The Theft - Atreyu
Theory:- IS tycoch a far walk from Penllergaer.. yes.
Thursday, June 28, 2007
C'est ma vie
I just thought what would happen if I just started typing and didn’t stop..
Well here it goes.. Umm
Its 9:21 and I’m up early because my cat had decided my right big toe was going to be its breakfast , I taught the bastard a lesson=P *kicks cat* so I opened the door and to my surprise.. No-ones up=
So I decided to make the trek downstairs without tripping up like Sam-man does=P lol. arrived at my destination 5 seconds earlier than planned, and took one bare foot onto the dark black, freezing cold B&Q granite-esque tiles.. My feet froze instantly.. So I quickly hopped into the kitchen. I then proceeded to feed the injured cat=P on the menu today.. Salmon and liver… well it smelt disgusting but the sound of it makes everything soo much better=P I hate those fiddly cat food packets. They’re hard to open at first because of the airtight seal.. So you put in a bit more effort.. Then it opens but you are still pulling really hard. So the packet opens v. quickly.. But you squeeze the packet, just that little bit harder cos of all the pulling… this method of opening cat food packets is dangerous and likely to result in messyness.
After washing my salmon and liver covered hands, I then made a big bowl of Honey nut cheerios.. Which (since all that was left was dust) wasn’t a big bowl at all, it was a heap of dust which smelt slightly oaty and honey dusted.. I poured on the milk.. And it looked like slurry.:@
Then I went upstairs and flicked through a couple of channels, NOTHING good is on whatsoever=( :@ I get more entertainment and laughter from watching a squirrel die of a seizure than watch homes under the hammer. (although I like that image lol. See.. I’m making up my own TV, that ether means I’m extremely bored.. Or I have a better imagination than the big wigs in TV central office (Sam correct me here=P)) stupid freeview.. I should go downstairs and watch sky =( cant be bothered to move from my comfy arse grooved seat *gets even more comfy*
Feel like sleeping. don’t know why, I had like 8 hours last night or so..
I think I have a mental problem.. I always feel tired (acute narcolepsy) and I cannot remember verbs easily (Alzheimer’s) it’s a shite mix really of bad and bad. don’t I just love my mind.. Some people think they have problems.. I do too. Not boasting here but I do think (--insert irony here--) theres something wrong with my mind. I keep on thinking bad things, having bad dreams, and its all about th person I most like. I don’t know what it is.. Psychology should have been able to help. But I cant think of what it could be.. I decipher my own dreams now, so I know what I think about, and sometimes… I don’t like it.
wow.. its raining..=
I have been diagnosed with paranoia. i have taken the relevant medication *points to bleach bottle* and begun on a long road down to happyness=) dont know why i was/am paranoid still.. i know nothings gonna happen.. but im willing to learn how to be less aparanoid and overall i think itll help my relationship and generally.. life=)
i like to be positive, especially when people try to get me down, their usless attemts don't work any mores. im going to be even happier and paranoia free! XD
Ahh well as those slimy toad nosed french say "C'est ma vie"
I’m still cool contrary to whatver Bev believes ¬¬
You don’t want to admit I’m cooler than yooo =P
Anyhow… that was my morning.. All 46 mins of it.. wasn’t too memorable.. Until my mum came into my bedroom and asked why there was cheerio dust on the kitchen window
==LEW==<3
Well here it goes.. Umm
Its 9:21 and I’m up early because my cat had decided my right big toe was going to be its breakfast , I taught the bastard a lesson=P *kicks cat* so I opened the door and to my surprise.. No-ones up=
So I decided to make the trek downstairs without tripping up like Sam-man does=P lol. arrived at my destination 5 seconds earlier than planned, and took one bare foot onto the dark black, freezing cold B&Q granite-esque tiles.. My feet froze instantly.. So I quickly hopped into the kitchen. I then proceeded to feed the injured cat=P on the menu today.. Salmon and liver… well it smelt disgusting but the sound of it makes everything soo much better=P I hate those fiddly cat food packets. They’re hard to open at first because of the airtight seal.. So you put in a bit more effort.. Then it opens but you are still pulling really hard. So the packet opens v. quickly.. But you squeeze the packet, just that little bit harder cos of all the pulling… this method of opening cat food packets is dangerous and likely to result in messyness.
After washing my salmon and liver covered hands, I then made a big bowl of Honey nut cheerios.. Which (since all that was left was dust) wasn’t a big bowl at all, it was a heap of dust which smelt slightly oaty and honey dusted.. I poured on the milk.. And it looked like slurry.:@
Then I went upstairs and flicked through a couple of channels, NOTHING good is on whatsoever=( :@ I get more entertainment and laughter from watching a squirrel die of a seizure than watch homes under the hammer. (although I like that image lol. See.. I’m making up my own TV, that ether means I’m extremely bored.. Or I have a better imagination than the big wigs in TV central office (Sam correct me here=P)) stupid freeview.. I should go downstairs and watch sky =( cant be bothered to move from my comfy arse grooved seat *gets even more comfy*
Feel like sleeping. don’t know why, I had like 8 hours last night or so..
I think I have a mental problem.. I always feel tired (acute narcolepsy) and I cannot remember verbs easily (Alzheimer’s) it’s a shite mix really of bad and bad. don’t I just love my mind.. Some people think they have problems.. I do too. Not boasting here but I do think (--insert irony here--) theres something wrong with my mind. I keep on thinking bad things, having bad dreams, and its all about th person I most like. I don’t know what it is.. Psychology should have been able to help. But I cant think of what it could be.. I decipher my own dreams now, so I know what I think about, and sometimes… I don’t like it.
wow.. its raining..=
I have been diagnosed with paranoia. i have taken the relevant medication *points to bleach bottle* and begun on a long road down to happyness=) dont know why i was/am paranoid still.. i know nothings gonna happen.. but im willing to learn how to be less aparanoid and overall i think itll help my relationship and generally.. life=)
i like to be positive, especially when people try to get me down, their usless attemts don't work any mores. im going to be even happier and paranoia free! XD
Ahh well as those slimy toad nosed french say "C'est ma vie"
I’m still cool contrary to whatver Bev believes ¬¬
You don’t want to admit I’m cooler than yooo =P
Anyhow… that was my morning.. All 46 mins of it.. wasn’t too memorable.. Until my mum came into my bedroom and asked why there was cheerio dust on the kitchen window
==LEW==<3
Recipe for life
Weird post coming up *throws blogspot your way*
I never realised how fragile life is.
I must respect it more now,
don’t give t too much attention.. Or it wont stay special
Care about it.. but not too much that you forget about yourself
Think about it .. But not so much as it gives you horrible thoughts and dreams
Love it.. But don’t love it
Just know the right times to show you do
Trust in karma
I’m still trying to find the perfect recipe for life. *evil laugh* =P
How can life be this difficult?
How you ask did I come to think like this?… my plant died in my bathroom=P
==LEW==<3
I never realised how fragile life is.
I must respect it more now,
don’t give t too much attention.. Or it wont stay special
Care about it.. but not too much that you forget about yourself
Think about it .. But not so much as it gives you horrible thoughts and dreams
Love it.. But don’t love it
Just know the right times to show you do
Trust in karma
I’m still trying to find the perfect recipe for life. *evil laugh* =P
How can life be this difficult?
How you ask did I come to think like this?… my plant died in my bathroom=P
==LEW==<3
My version of “camping”:
When I first heard of the camping trip it was in a myspace bulletin posted by chermatude. It read it was labelled a star bucks campout and for information to e-mail or contact becky on her hotmail account. Before taking up this opportunity to chat to the boss, I had a chat with my other boss.. I asked Bev what this whole campout was about. And she gave me some details and she said it was a Yr.11’s only campout. I thought this was strange but thought nothing of it.. But then it occurred to me…
“Im not in yr 11”
This automatically counted me out of the campout. I was sad at first.. And then disappointed later. I had already arranged it so that there would be no college for the following day. The Monday was the day of the campout, and I had arranged a free day for Tuesday=) I thought I was set out for a good camp. But still I was unsure of who changed the label of the camping trip. I was suspicious of who may have changed it and for what reason.. Seeing as though im pretty much the only person in the club that is not in yr 11. I thought someone had something against me.. I thought bev had not wanted me there.. And I wondered why.. Or maybe someone had changed it so that I would not be there.. Because they wanted something to happen when I was not there
[paranoia sets in]
Anyhow, Benjamin Connon talked to me and said that the non yr 11’s would go to teen spirit. This would have seemed a good idea if we were about 5 yrs younger. 17 is the oldest you can be to be able to get into teen.. After that its faceoff, and I dint fancy getting stones on the fumes of faceoff and drunk by the vapours.. Just walking into the room automatically would turn you into a fat greasy goth.
Nevertheless I decided it was time to have a break from the side of my lovely bev, and time to spend some time with friends. I was going to play rife the bull whilst in teen=P for those of you who do not know.. Ride the bull Instructions: -Pull the most minging fat ugly Goth girl you can.. -Dance with them -When their back is turned -Jump on it (like a cowboy would a bull) and hold on for dear life as you begin to ride her like a bull. And make wild western comments like “howdy partner” and “YEEHAAAARRR”
Monday came and tom eventually left for camping.. I went into town via a rust bucket of a so called car, and got dropped off in castle. We went to teen straight away as it was nearly 7, we waited in queue until we reached the door.. Where they were ONLY accepting tickets. I was NOT pleased..
Benj then came up with the smart idea of getting drunk in town.. So we each pitched in a £5 and bought some Smirnoff and went to the icehouse into the SA1 development (an abandoned warehouse) and drank Smirnoff with some nice friendly chav =) (they really were friendly;)) And then we went into some building site where benj found some flammable spray and burnt some polystyrene.
It was fun..
But I couldn’t help thinking of my bev, and whilst looking into the night sky on top of a concrete building site, my paranoia returned. I worried that things may happen, and thinking something bad was gonna happen, and how much of better laugh they are having than us =(
Stupid people changing their mind over who can go to the campout.=( don’t like people who leave others out. Its not fair.¬¬ =@ we went down wind street to the amazement of us all.. I GOT SERVED we went to the "BAR CO" bar. it was "ROCK NIGHT" and we had a live band playing called working class hero. it was amazing.. they were punk ske emo metal.. couldnt have been more perfect XD.. i highly reccomend anyone coming to the bar co club on wind street on a monday night first shot is free XD XD XD
cant be bothered to type anymores..
dont like the sound of my keyboard too much
Current:
mood suitably itched
listning to keyboard sounds
theory cannonballs can be stopped by stomachs
phrase of the moment freedom, that place in between suffering and death
==lew==
When I first heard of the camping trip it was in a myspace bulletin posted by chermatude. It read it was labelled a star bucks campout and for information to e-mail or contact becky on her hotmail account. Before taking up this opportunity to chat to the boss, I had a chat with my other boss.. I asked Bev what this whole campout was about. And she gave me some details and she said it was a Yr.11’s only campout. I thought this was strange but thought nothing of it.. But then it occurred to me…
“Im not in yr 11”
This automatically counted me out of the campout. I was sad at first.. And then disappointed later. I had already arranged it so that there would be no college for the following day. The Monday was the day of the campout, and I had arranged a free day for Tuesday=) I thought I was set out for a good camp. But still I was unsure of who changed the label of the camping trip. I was suspicious of who may have changed it and for what reason.. Seeing as though im pretty much the only person in the club that is not in yr 11. I thought someone had something against me.. I thought bev had not wanted me there.. And I wondered why.. Or maybe someone had changed it so that I would not be there.. Because they wanted something to happen when I was not there
[paranoia sets in]
Anyhow, Benjamin Connon talked to me and said that the non yr 11’s would go to teen spirit. This would have seemed a good idea if we were about 5 yrs younger. 17 is the oldest you can be to be able to get into teen.. After that its faceoff, and I dint fancy getting stones on the fumes of faceoff and drunk by the vapours.. Just walking into the room automatically would turn you into a fat greasy goth.
Nevertheless I decided it was time to have a break from the side of my lovely bev, and time to spend some time with friends. I was going to play rife the bull whilst in teen=P for those of you who do not know.. Ride the bull Instructions: -Pull the most minging fat ugly Goth girl you can.. -Dance with them -When their back is turned -Jump on it (like a cowboy would a bull) and hold on for dear life as you begin to ride her like a bull. And make wild western comments like “howdy partner” and “YEEHAAAARRR”
Monday came and tom eventually left for camping.. I went into town via a rust bucket of a so called car, and got dropped off in castle. We went to teen straight away as it was nearly 7, we waited in queue until we reached the door.. Where they were ONLY accepting tickets. I was NOT pleased..
Benj then came up with the smart idea of getting drunk in town.. So we each pitched in a £5 and bought some Smirnoff and went to the icehouse into the SA1 development (an abandoned warehouse) and drank Smirnoff with some nice friendly chav =) (they really were friendly;)) And then we went into some building site where benj found some flammable spray and burnt some polystyrene.
It was fun..
But I couldn’t help thinking of my bev, and whilst looking into the night sky on top of a concrete building site, my paranoia returned. I worried that things may happen, and thinking something bad was gonna happen, and how much of better laugh they are having than us =(
Stupid people changing their mind over who can go to the campout.=( don’t like people who leave others out. Its not fair.¬¬ =@ we went down wind street to the amazement of us all.. I GOT SERVED we went to the "BAR CO" bar. it was "ROCK NIGHT" and we had a live band playing called working class hero. it was amazing.. they were punk ske emo metal.. couldnt have been more perfect XD.. i highly reccomend anyone coming to the bar co club on wind street on a monday night first shot is free XD XD XD
cant be bothered to type anymores..
dont like the sound of my keyboard too much
Current:
mood suitably itched
listning to keyboard sounds
theory cannonballs can be stopped by stomachs
phrase of the moment freedom, that place in between suffering and death
==lew==
Thursday, May 24, 2007
Golden arches
Ahh, relief at last..
After just 14 hours of working in a grease pit I finally bucked up the courage to retire from the fast food industry.
I’m sure you all know the bad points in working in such a place.. But actually working there is hell on earth. It wouldn’t have been so bad if I was working on the tills, (which I specifically named in the application form as my preferred role) but nooooo.. the management chose to look at my “willing to work” quality and put me manning the fryers.. Perhaps the worst job in the whole store. First day I was given a 10 minute crash course in how to make 14 different meals. Then after 20 mins.. I was left on my own to make on average 3 meals a minute. My first day was a Saturday at 12 o’clock.. People should know that this is the busiest time for the establishment. There is no busier time of the week. And I was left alone not knowing what to do manning an entire division of food. I was responsible for about 500 peoples food that day.. Which would have been no problem if I knew how to cook the freaking things.
The fryers… holy crap.. The only way I could describe it is grase-ball. "metal" covered in 4 weeks of chip fat which is really REALLY hot. Just a heads up warning.. Its fricking disgusting, icky, unclean, unwashed, sticky and should not have been used as pig food. There was more fresh oil in ians fryer than it.=P
One of the employees told me that they hadn’t been cleaned for 4 weeks.. 4 WEEKS!! And I was cooking next to this fat-machine. No wonder people get spots in there. The old stereotype of spotty lazy dumb-ass teens working there is really accurate.. I couldn’t work there for that reason.. I did not want to be apart of that horrific stereotype which my friends made clear.
Little info.. NEVER eat there.. Ever. I’ve seen what they do, its not pretty, I’ve seen where they get the food from, I’ve seen the quality of food, and how they can be easily tainted and cross contaminated..
Oh yeah.. Big thank you out to all the people that ridiculed me about my place of work.. that’s what tipped the scales.. I probably would still have been earning money if you hadn’t been so enthusiastic about me working there. A big thank you out to :
-Jamie burgers ( ironic)
-Benjamin Connon
-Tom Hoyles
-Aneurin Creed
-Jordan Hoyles
-Lee Hoyles
There are more but I don’t want to mention them as they did not persist in the constant harrasment of my shitty job. Thanks for the support guys.
I just loved all the puns you came out with and the names you made for me. Very smart.. Putting a “Mc” in front of anything I did was hilarious. Ha ha guys.. and you thought I’d get you free stuff from there. Doubt you’d get anything much from me now guys.
As if I didn’t have enough on my plate already, you just go and make it all the worse. Yes I could have “not taken any notice” But there’s only so much you can ignore until it starts to become arrogance. It sinks in guys, and although you my have made fun of me.. At least I got of my fat arses and got a job.
Thanks for reading,
--Lew--
Current:
Mood - Apathetic
Listening to - I miss you Blink-182
Theory - Sticks and stones do break bones and so too does names.
Phrase of the moment - Reputation is everything for street cred
After just 14 hours of working in a grease pit I finally bucked up the courage to retire from the fast food industry.
I’m sure you all know the bad points in working in such a place.. But actually working there is hell on earth. It wouldn’t have been so bad if I was working on the tills, (which I specifically named in the application form as my preferred role) but nooooo.. the management chose to look at my “willing to work” quality and put me manning the fryers.. Perhaps the worst job in the whole store. First day I was given a 10 minute crash course in how to make 14 different meals. Then after 20 mins.. I was left on my own to make on average 3 meals a minute. My first day was a Saturday at 12 o’clock.. People should know that this is the busiest time for the establishment. There is no busier time of the week. And I was left alone not knowing what to do manning an entire division of food. I was responsible for about 500 peoples food that day.. Which would have been no problem if I knew how to cook the freaking things.
The fryers… holy crap.. The only way I could describe it is grase-ball. "metal" covered in 4 weeks of chip fat which is really REALLY hot. Just a heads up warning.. Its fricking disgusting, icky, unclean, unwashed, sticky and should not have been used as pig food. There was more fresh oil in ians fryer than it.=P
One of the employees told me that they hadn’t been cleaned for 4 weeks.. 4 WEEKS!! And I was cooking next to this fat-machine. No wonder people get spots in there. The old stereotype of spotty lazy dumb-ass teens working there is really accurate.. I couldn’t work there for that reason.. I did not want to be apart of that horrific stereotype which my friends made clear.
Little info.. NEVER eat there.. Ever. I’ve seen what they do, its not pretty, I’ve seen where they get the food from, I’ve seen the quality of food, and how they can be easily tainted and cross contaminated..
Oh yeah.. Big thank you out to all the people that ridiculed me about my place of work.. that’s what tipped the scales.. I probably would still have been earning money if you hadn’t been so enthusiastic about me working there. A big thank you out to :
-Jamie burgers ( ironic)
-Benjamin Connon
-Tom Hoyles
-Aneurin Creed
-Jordan Hoyles
-Lee Hoyles
There are more but I don’t want to mention them as they did not persist in the constant harrasment of my shitty job. Thanks for the support guys.
I just loved all the puns you came out with and the names you made for me. Very smart.. Putting a “Mc” in front of anything I did was hilarious. Ha ha guys.. and you thought I’d get you free stuff from there. Doubt you’d get anything much from me now guys.
As if I didn’t have enough on my plate already, you just go and make it all the worse. Yes I could have “not taken any notice” But there’s only so much you can ignore until it starts to become arrogance. It sinks in guys, and although you my have made fun of me.. At least I got of my fat arses and got a job.
Thanks for reading,
--Lew--
Current:
Mood - Apathetic
Listening to - I miss you Blink-182
Theory - Sticks and stones do break bones and so too does names.
Phrase of the moment - Reputation is everything for street cred
its not a rant.. =O
A warm "Gun-ho boo-yeah" from planet Lewis. *waves*
i have paranoia.
do you ever get the feeling that someone’s out to get you?
it may sound silly, but sometimes i get the feeling that some of the closest people to me are out to hurt me.
it may not be their fault necessarily, and sometimes it cannot be helped, but I have a feeling that something bad is gonna happen to someone close to me, and it will hurt.
Anywho =P
Today was fun XD, had an amazing time today. Was fun [attempting miserably] to revise and getting kicked outta the library XD.
Who was there…
Ross
Ryan
Sarah
Dr.
Die (he was silent)
What a group!=P
Geography exam was easy.. I hardly did any revising.. And didn’t really listen in class.. And I still answered all the questions fully and wrote about 4 pages at the end=P AS levels are easy.. dont work for them kids=P
Isn’t it funny that you can relate yourself to certain things.. I was watching a programme the other day and I could relate to it exactly. I didn’t know what to do.. I was confused what to say about it. It applied directly to my situation =S I didn’t know what to do I’ve figured that I’m going to watch the next episode to see if it plays out as I want. It’ll be a good source of advices.
Random poem:
Teenage years are confusing..
But ill be your beacon.
I’ll steady the ship
I’ll be your rock.
I’ll be your everything
If you’d let me..
Shitty day tomorrow too =
You wont believe it=P I got to finish moving the other 20 tonnes of earth tomorrow morning than after that I gotta watch only 50 mins of the rugby (Wales v Australia) then I got to go to work.. Stupid work.. 12-6. Then when I get home ill have a quick (but efficient) shower and finally go to do some babysittingK it’s Saturday!! Jeez why so much work=P lots of cash though XD finally returning home at 12 pm..
Tomorrow at 12 I have work again (12-6) and then I have free week XD. I wanna see my Bevvy.. I want to huggle her, I want to give her kisses (sorry for grossing you out/making you jealous cos im the ONLY one that can give her those XD)
Ill blog a rant soon if I’m still alive
Thanks for reading
--LEW--
Current:
Mood - paranoia
Listening to - Surfing usa!! Beach boys
Theory - From first to last must have throats made of titanium (soo much screaming.. How do they do it?) =o
Phrase of the moment - Conservative plate boundaries.. Says it all really =P
i have paranoia.
do you ever get the feeling that someone’s out to get you?
it may sound silly, but sometimes i get the feeling that some of the closest people to me are out to hurt me.
it may not be their fault necessarily, and sometimes it cannot be helped, but I have a feeling that something bad is gonna happen to someone close to me, and it will hurt.
Anywho =P
Today was fun XD, had an amazing time today. Was fun [attempting miserably] to revise and getting kicked outta the library XD.
Who was there…
Ross
Ryan
Sarah
Dr.
Die (he was silent)
What a group!=P
Geography exam was easy.. I hardly did any revising.. And didn’t really listen in class.. And I still answered all the questions fully and wrote about 4 pages at the end=P AS levels are easy.. dont work for them kids=P
Isn’t it funny that you can relate yourself to certain things.. I was watching a programme the other day and I could relate to it exactly. I didn’t know what to do.. I was confused what to say about it. It applied directly to my situation =S I didn’t know what to do I’ve figured that I’m going to watch the next episode to see if it plays out as I want. It’ll be a good source of advices.
Random poem:
Teenage years are confusing..
But ill be your beacon.
I’ll steady the ship
I’ll be your rock.
I’ll be your everything
If you’d let me..
Shitty day tomorrow too =
You wont believe it=P I got to finish moving the other 20 tonnes of earth tomorrow morning than after that I gotta watch only 50 mins of the rugby (Wales v Australia) then I got to go to work.. Stupid work.. 12-6. Then when I get home ill have a quick (but efficient) shower and finally go to do some babysittingK it’s Saturday!! Jeez why so much work=P lots of cash though XD finally returning home at 12 pm..
Tomorrow at 12 I have work again (12-6) and then I have free week XD. I wanna see my Bevvy.. I want to huggle her, I want to give her kisses (sorry for grossing you out/making you jealous cos im the ONLY one that can give her those XD)
Ill blog a rant soon if I’m still alive
Thanks for reading
--LEW--
Current:
Mood - paranoia
Listening to - Surfing usa!! Beach boys
Theory - From first to last must have throats made of titanium (soo much screaming.. How do they do it?) =o
Phrase of the moment - Conservative plate boundaries.. Says it all really =P
Saturday, May 19, 2007
The Pursuit of Happiness.. inevitable?
I found this old essay i wrote on my flash drive yeaterday.. i've posted it because i want to know what you think..
One of our core freedoms is the pursuit of happiness.
When you really think about it, everything we do is in the name of this pursuit. Money, power, sex all make us happy in some manner.
We think we need them even if in the long run maybe happiness isn’t what they give us. Or maybe we sacrifice short term for what we believe will be long-term happiness. Regardless, our goal in the end is happiness.
We aggressively pursue this happiness. We will do anything to attain it. It is our true currency, our societal trump card. We are capitalists to the bone but it isn’t money that really drives us it is happiness. People say that nobody ever has enough money. No matter how much you have you always want more. It is what drives our economy. The never-ending desire for more. Perhaps an even more intriguing and troubling truth is that we are just as greedy about happiness.
No matter how happy a person is or how many goals they have achieved they always find some way in which they could be happier. They always find something that can be improved. Something new to fix.
We can always be happier. We always want to be happier. How can anyone ever truly be happy when they are trying so hard to be happier? Maybe this is where we’ve gone wrong. Maybe our idea of happiness is just too capitalistic. Maybe we should be open to just being rather than being happy.In general we define most things by their negatives. You can’t have freedom without someone being captive or at least not free.
We define conformity and even our entire culture by what we consider to be deviant. Without these opposites there is no comprehension of meaning. We do not exist without someone else to show us who we are not. We even talk about how a perfect society with perfectly happy people would not be perfect because they don’t know what they have. Without sadness there would be no happiness. Wouldn’t it make sense that a person who knows sadness the best would also be able to know happiness the best?
So many people do their best to avoid the bad. It would seem that these people would be shortchanging themselves when it came to experiencing the good. Or even worse, what if avoiding the bad is the same as avoiding the good. That inner conflict between the good and the bad within yourself, the happy and the sad, could be necessary to feeling. At any given moment maybe that sadness you find is what makes you happy. Maybe that is the real reason we spend so much time finding something to improve is because without something wrong we don’t feel right.At the same time my greatest moments of happiness that I can remember are all moments of feeling content. Nothing sexy there. Just content.
Or apathetic. Maybe both. Content to the point of apathy? Absolutely. Where there are no desires left but to remain in the moment. It passes as all moments must. But at that moment there doesn’t appear to be sadness. Perhaps it is those moments in which I truly embrace the sadness though. The sadness that the moment must end, the sad beauty of desiring nothing, the wish that the world was so simple.
To want nothing, even more happiness, may be what it is to be truly happy. Except how do you want to want nothing? How do you find a place that you never want to leave? Except who would want to stay forever? I have no answers. Juat the feeling that there is something out there .. something in the dark.. something i want to grab hold of and never let go.. what that thing is.. i dont know.
One of our core freedoms is the pursuit of happiness.
When you really think about it, everything we do is in the name of this pursuit. Money, power, sex all make us happy in some manner.
We think we need them even if in the long run maybe happiness isn’t what they give us. Or maybe we sacrifice short term for what we believe will be long-term happiness. Regardless, our goal in the end is happiness.
We aggressively pursue this happiness. We will do anything to attain it. It is our true currency, our societal trump card. We are capitalists to the bone but it isn’t money that really drives us it is happiness. People say that nobody ever has enough money. No matter how much you have you always want more. It is what drives our economy. The never-ending desire for more. Perhaps an even more intriguing and troubling truth is that we are just as greedy about happiness.
No matter how happy a person is or how many goals they have achieved they always find some way in which they could be happier. They always find something that can be improved. Something new to fix.
We can always be happier. We always want to be happier. How can anyone ever truly be happy when they are trying so hard to be happier? Maybe this is where we’ve gone wrong. Maybe our idea of happiness is just too capitalistic. Maybe we should be open to just being rather than being happy.In general we define most things by their negatives. You can’t have freedom without someone being captive or at least not free.
We define conformity and even our entire culture by what we consider to be deviant. Without these opposites there is no comprehension of meaning. We do not exist without someone else to show us who we are not. We even talk about how a perfect society with perfectly happy people would not be perfect because they don’t know what they have. Without sadness there would be no happiness. Wouldn’t it make sense that a person who knows sadness the best would also be able to know happiness the best?
So many people do their best to avoid the bad. It would seem that these people would be shortchanging themselves when it came to experiencing the good. Or even worse, what if avoiding the bad is the same as avoiding the good. That inner conflict between the good and the bad within yourself, the happy and the sad, could be necessary to feeling. At any given moment maybe that sadness you find is what makes you happy. Maybe that is the real reason we spend so much time finding something to improve is because without something wrong we don’t feel right.At the same time my greatest moments of happiness that I can remember are all moments of feeling content. Nothing sexy there. Just content.
Or apathetic. Maybe both. Content to the point of apathy? Absolutely. Where there are no desires left but to remain in the moment. It passes as all moments must. But at that moment there doesn’t appear to be sadness. Perhaps it is those moments in which I truly embrace the sadness though. The sadness that the moment must end, the sad beauty of desiring nothing, the wish that the world was so simple.
To want nothing, even more happiness, may be what it is to be truly happy. Except how do you want to want nothing? How do you find a place that you never want to leave? Except who would want to stay forever? I have no answers. Juat the feeling that there is something out there .. something in the dark.. something i want to grab hold of and never let go.. what that thing is.. i dont know.
Rant #2
Home on (study) leave. Now usually i would do something like download music off the internet illegally =P but fricking tiscali are ripping me off cos im a "heavy user" (ill leave that to another rant)
but what do i do instead.. i look on th box =] i know daytime tv is shit.. but today was unbelievable..
-Homes under the hammer
-to buy or not to buy
-House doctor
if you havent seen this trailer trash tv yet.. i admire you. yo u are the lucky survivors. i had the pleasure of wasting about 3 hours of my life vegetating on my leather soafa with a packet of crisps and a bottle of becks.. i was expecting some good old tv.. NOOOO.. i get absolute shite!
but thats not what i want to rant about.. :@ i was watching an advert for colgate toothpaste.. this annoyed the hell out of me!
How can something be both new and improved?!?! Doesn't matter which, it's just for the purposes of explanation.Washing powder, cleans, whitens and freshens better than any other washing powder on the market. The packaging looks good, the advertisments are fun. Sales are up, the company is happy, and the people washing the clothes are happy. (With the results that is, I've yet to meet anyone who actually enjoys doing the washing)
Some time after the original is launched, a 'new and improved' version is launched. A what???
Hang on, back up a minute..... If it's new, then it's a first, it's unique. If that's the case, how can it also be improved? Ahhh they must mean because the packaging is different, therefore new packaging, or the dosage of one chemical has been increased so it's a new dosage.
And what about the claims that it get's your whites whiter than white. Ummm well, white is white, surely if you make something whiter than white then it is no longer white, but a totally different colour?
If the old original product got your clothes whiter than white then how can the new and improved version claim the same thing, surely that would cancel out the original claim..
If the original product was so good, why do we need a 'new and improved' version?? Now I'm getting myself confused. Oh wait, no I'm not, they are.Don't claim it's new and improved.. Tell me that it's either a new formula, or an improved one. I think it's lying otherwise, and I hate that.
had to get the cruddy advertising off my chest..
thank you it helped=]
--LEW--
but what do i do instead.. i look on th box =] i know daytime tv is shit.. but today was unbelievable..
-Homes under the hammer
-to buy or not to buy
-House doctor
if you havent seen this trailer trash tv yet.. i admire you. yo u are the lucky survivors. i had the pleasure of wasting about 3 hours of my life vegetating on my leather soafa with a packet of crisps and a bottle of becks.. i was expecting some good old tv.. NOOOO.. i get absolute shite!
but thats not what i want to rant about.. :@ i was watching an advert for colgate toothpaste.. this annoyed the hell out of me!
How can something be both new and improved?!?! Doesn't matter which, it's just for the purposes of explanation.Washing powder, cleans, whitens and freshens better than any other washing powder on the market. The packaging looks good, the advertisments are fun. Sales are up, the company is happy, and the people washing the clothes are happy. (With the results that is, I've yet to meet anyone who actually enjoys doing the washing)
Some time after the original is launched, a 'new and improved' version is launched. A what???
Hang on, back up a minute..... If it's new, then it's a first, it's unique. If that's the case, how can it also be improved? Ahhh they must mean because the packaging is different, therefore new packaging, or the dosage of one chemical has been increased so it's a new dosage.
And what about the claims that it get's your whites whiter than white. Ummm well, white is white, surely if you make something whiter than white then it is no longer white, but a totally different colour?
If the old original product got your clothes whiter than white then how can the new and improved version claim the same thing, surely that would cancel out the original claim..
If the original product was so good, why do we need a 'new and improved' version?? Now I'm getting myself confused. Oh wait, no I'm not, they are.Don't claim it's new and improved.. Tell me that it's either a new formula, or an improved one. I think it's lying otherwise, and I hate that.
had to get the cruddy advertising off my chest..
thank you it helped=]
--LEW--
15 things I hate most currently
1. Tailgaters
2. 4X4s
3. People in the media saying '..and here's a sneak preview.' it's not a sneak preview if everybody knows about it.
4. The price of houses
5. The price of petrol
6. Tony Blair's farewell
7. People banging on about Prince Harry not going to Iraq.
8. Reality TV stars
9. Celebrity come dancing and singing on ice whilst learning to play an instrument on a horse crap TV shows.
10. Paris 'for the love of god please somebody just erase her' Hilton
11. Increasingly, nanny state laws
12. The Daily Mail
13. Footballers wives
14. Size zero
15. The Express newspaper and the Daily Mail
... and many more!
Rant #1
I bought a bird feeder. I hung it on my back porch and filled it with seed. Within a week we had hundreds of birds taking advantage of the continuous flow of free and easily accessible food. But then the birds started building nests in the boards of the patio, above the table, and next to the barbecue.
Then came the poop. It was everywhere: on the patio tile, the chairs, the table...everywhere. Then some of the birds turned mean: They would dive bomb me and try to peck me even though I had fed them out of my own pocket. And others birds were boisterous and loud: They sat on the feeder and squawked and screamed at all hours of the day and night and demanded that I fill it when it got low on food.
After a while, I couldn’t even sit on my own back porch anymore. I took down the bird feeder and in three days the birds were gone. I cleaned up their mess and took down the many nests they had built all over the patio. Soon, the back yard was like it used to be...quite, serene and no one demanding their rights to a free meal.
Now let’s see . . . our government gives out free food, subsidized housing, free medical care, free education and allows anyone born here to be a automatic citizen.
Then the illegals came by the tens of thousands.
- Suddenly our taxes went up to pay for the public services..
- small apartments are housing 5 families
- you have to wait 6 hours to be seen by an emergency room doctor (damn NHS!!)
- Classrooms are behind the national quota because we have Polish immigrants children speaking polish!.
Corn Flakes now come in a bilingual box; I have to press “one” to hear my bank talk to me in English, and people waving flags other than “Old Glory” are squawking and screaming in the streets, demanding more rights and free liberties.
..Maybe it’s time for the government to take down the bird feeder.
Then came the poop. It was everywhere: on the patio tile, the chairs, the table...everywhere. Then some of the birds turned mean: They would dive bomb me and try to peck me even though I had fed them out of my own pocket. And others birds were boisterous and loud: They sat on the feeder and squawked and screamed at all hours of the day and night and demanded that I fill it when it got low on food.
After a while, I couldn’t even sit on my own back porch anymore. I took down the bird feeder and in three days the birds were gone. I cleaned up their mess and took down the many nests they had built all over the patio. Soon, the back yard was like it used to be...quite, serene and no one demanding their rights to a free meal.
Now let’s see . . . our government gives out free food, subsidized housing, free medical care, free education and allows anyone born here to be a automatic citizen.
Then the illegals came by the tens of thousands.
- Suddenly our taxes went up to pay for the public services..
- small apartments are housing 5 families
- you have to wait 6 hours to be seen by an emergency room doctor (damn NHS!!)
- Classrooms are behind the national quota because we have Polish immigrants children speaking polish!.
Corn Flakes now come in a bilingual box; I have to press “one” to hear my bank talk to me in English, and people waving flags other than “Old Glory” are squawking and screaming in the streets, demanding more rights and free liberties.
..Maybe it’s time for the government to take down the bird feeder.
Exams
pointless as they are (after reading sams blog=P) i have AS examinations in oohh.. lets see 24 hours.
but i am confused, i do not get worried in an exam hall, or nervous.. i dont panic. At the samt time i do not revise.
i highly reccoment the "LEARN BY LISTENING" technique. for some of you new to this-technique here is a crash corse in it:
-go to school/ college every day
-suck up majorly to the teachers/lecturers
-listen as they teach you
-make leaning interesting by messing around in classes, youll remember stuff easier.
no matter what these bollocks haired, underpaid, under qualified teachers say, listen to it.. and take it for fact.
it got me through my GCSE's:
English - A/A
Maths - B
French - C
Science -A/A
IT - A*
D+T - A*
Geography -A*
i do not think that my revision technique quite provides for the languages dept. or mmaybe that was just my teacher mrs harris (i'll let you make your own judgements on her, and would like to hear them too)
I'm hoping that this technique will work again at AS level. there is a lot more things to remember.. ie LAW: fricking case law... nothing could be more annoying and heder to learn..
i can tell your all crying out to hear what case law is exactly..so
Wikipedia defines case law as:
"Case law (also known as precedential law, decisional law or jurisprudence) is the body of judge-made law and legal decisions that interprets prior case law, statutes and other legal authority -- including doctrinal writings by legal scholars such as the Corpus Juris Secundum, Halsbury's Laws of England. The term "common law" is also often used in common law to mean case law."
Lewis's more accurate definition:
"pointless"
basically what you have to do is remember past law cases ie "R v ingelbaum and steen" and them memorise what the case was about.. and how it effected english law and why its an important case. a tedious task of looking throughold law papers to find them.. highlight them.. and them memorise. on average 150 cases have to be memorised on each paper, each in context as when they were memorised.
but i still love law XD =S
PSYCHOLOGY EXAM COUNTDOWN -- 23:hours and 34 minutes
enough of that.. i have written enough for you now to bore yourself with.
enjoyed that eh?=P
--Lew--
but i am confused, i do not get worried in an exam hall, or nervous.. i dont panic. At the samt time i do not revise.
i highly reccoment the "LEARN BY LISTENING" technique. for some of you new to this-technique here is a crash corse in it:
-go to school/ college every day
-suck up majorly to the teachers/lecturers
-listen as they teach you
-make leaning interesting by messing around in classes, youll remember stuff easier.
no matter what these bollocks haired, underpaid, under qualified teachers say, listen to it.. and take it for fact.
it got me through my GCSE's:
English - A/A
Maths - B
French - C
Science -A/A
IT - A*
D+T - A*
Geography -A*
i do not think that my revision technique quite provides for the languages dept. or mmaybe that was just my teacher mrs harris (i'll let you make your own judgements on her, and would like to hear them too)
I'm hoping that this technique will work again at AS level. there is a lot more things to remember.. ie LAW: fricking case law... nothing could be more annoying and heder to learn..
i can tell your all crying out to hear what case law is exactly..so
Wikipedia defines case law as:
"Case law (also known as precedential law, decisional law or jurisprudence) is the body of judge-made law and legal decisions that interprets prior case law, statutes and other legal authority -- including doctrinal writings by legal scholars such as the Corpus Juris Secundum, Halsbury's Laws of England. The term "common law" is also often used in common law to mean case law."
Lewis's more accurate definition:
"pointless"
basically what you have to do is remember past law cases ie "R v ingelbaum and steen" and them memorise what the case was about.. and how it effected english law and why its an important case. a tedious task of looking throughold law papers to find them.. highlight them.. and them memorise. on average 150 cases have to be memorised on each paper, each in context as when they were memorised.
but i still love law XD =S
PSYCHOLOGY EXAM COUNTDOWN -- 23:hours and 34 minutes
enough of that.. i have written enough for you now to bore yourself with.
enjoyed that eh?=P
--Lew--
Friday, May 18, 2007
Jokes over....
yes it has begun. the exams..
im currently studying law, geography, psychology and government and politics all at AS level, in Gorseinon college.
and what a college it is...
population - 309,670,087
area - 10,352 acres
rooms - 4,665
chavs - 5
lecturers - 5,000
friends - uncounted
now the end of my forst year is approaching fast.. all i have now is my exams.=
there are some grat people at college=P (steeds!!! nick, natalie, anthony, rhian, jamie, bulb, mark, steph) but i have successfully managed to keep in contact with all my old friends (ross, figgins, douggie, bale, paddy, ryan, tristan, die.. ) and if your one of the lucky ones who hang around with our awsomest of groups.. then *hi5 + special handshake*
i have a bad feeling about next year..
i cant help that our group will split apart.. i have a feeling that certin people will dissapear, and lost from daily contact..
but i will welcom in the new=]
Mattman- the ninja
The Bev
the awesome sam
tom
Jamie bugrers
rachel- jamies missus
KING GRAHAM
Jonny Hawkins
rachel Capp
Jonny Harris
basically all the starbucks crew
and loads of others=]
i have to admit, i do think next year will be AMAZING, mainly cos of all the AMAZING people that are coming to college..
most of all i will like it cos of my bevvy coming to college.. spending those free hours in the common room having a coffee.. i can see it happening now=]
unfinished!!!!
im currently studying law, geography, psychology and government and politics all at AS level, in Gorseinon college.
and what a college it is...
population - 309,670,087
area - 10,352 acres
rooms - 4,665
chavs - 5
lecturers - 5,000
friends - uncounted
now the end of my forst year is approaching fast.. all i have now is my exams.=
there are some grat people at college=P (steeds!!! nick, natalie, anthony, rhian, jamie, bulb, mark, steph) but i have successfully managed to keep in contact with all my old friends (ross, figgins, douggie, bale, paddy, ryan, tristan, die.. ) and if your one of the lucky ones who hang around with our awsomest of groups.. then *hi5 + special handshake*
i have a bad feeling about next year..
i cant help that our group will split apart.. i have a feeling that certin people will dissapear, and lost from daily contact..
but i will welcom in the new=]
Mattman- the ninja
The Bev
the awesome sam
tom
Jamie bugrers
rachel- jamies missus
KING GRAHAM
Jonny Hawkins
rachel Capp
Jonny Harris
basically all the starbucks crew
and loads of others=]
i have to admit, i do think next year will be AMAZING, mainly cos of all the AMAZING people that are coming to college..
most of all i will like it cos of my bevvy coming to college.. spending those free hours in the common room having a coffee.. i can see it happening now=]
unfinished!!!!
Saturday, May 12, 2007
Monday, April 23, 2007
Note #1
Hello my name is Lewis .
Im 17.
Im 5"10.
Im in college.
Im in love.
I [heart]bev.
I like sports.
I love Rugby
I like music
I love[d] chilling out with friends
Im relativley fit & healthy.
but i have a deep dark secret...
Im an internet addict.
I am aware that some of my closest friends had started this "new thing" called blogging. This will be my way of confessing my addiction and a place to write down some of my thoughts on my addiction. It will not be daily, it would give me one more reason to be online.
So I investigated this newfangled phenomena, "Blogging". It was on this day that 4 of my close friends and even my brother had created accounts on this very website. I chose to take the first step too, and involve myself with this world of internet-ness...
little did I know that this would is slowly erode my personal life.
It started in around 2000 when the millennium bug malarkey was all the rage and it was feared that the end of the civilised world was near because of a few dim-witted programmers and their efforts to save space, forgot to type on a few extra digits.
The whole internet-ness had not appeared on my radar, I was too preoccupied with making mud pies and playing catch in my youth. Indeed the internet would not have fitted into my daily routine of playing sports and going to primary school learning about how to make teachers cry (separate story)! The great outdoors was my own office, the park my pc games, the newsagents was my pc world and the comics I read were the computer magazines I’m (sadly) all to familiar with buying.
This all changed when my father decided to buy one of these new inventions called the computer. We are not a technologically advanced family, this is much the case when for my 5th birthday I received a sundial and a penny farthing bicycle. This computer was mystical, none of the family knew what to do with it, they spent hours trying to work out where to nail it down to and it would have taken them weeks to read through the 3775 page “easy start-up guide”. It was in my room the unopened boxes stayed for about two months. The job came to me finally because my brother wanted to play on star wars rogue squadron 3D as my name had, unluckily, been picked out of a hat. Yes me, the most outdoors of people to set up, operate and install this alien contraption. I felt lost at first. Daunted at the prospect of braking the expensive machinery, I took my time.
little did I know that this would is slowly erode my personal life.
It started in around 2000 when the millennium bug malarkey was all the rage and it was feared that the end of the civilised world was near because of a few dim-witted programmers and their efforts to save space, forgot to type on a few extra digits.
The whole internet-ness had not appeared on my radar, I was too preoccupied with making mud pies and playing catch in my youth. Indeed the internet would not have fitted into my daily routine of playing sports and going to primary school learning about how to make teachers cry (separate story)! The great outdoors was my own office, the park my pc games, the newsagents was my pc world and the comics I read were the computer magazines I’m (sadly) all to familiar with buying.
This all changed when my father decided to buy one of these new inventions called the computer. We are not a technologically advanced family, this is much the case when for my 5th birthday I received a sundial and a penny farthing bicycle. This computer was mystical, none of the family knew what to do with it, they spent hours trying to work out where to nail it down to and it would have taken them weeks to read through the 3775 page “easy start-up guide”. It was in my room the unopened boxes stayed for about two months. The job came to me finally because my brother wanted to play on star wars rogue squadron 3D as my name had, unluckily, been picked out of a hat. Yes me, the most outdoors of people to set up, operate and install this alien contraption. I felt lost at first. Daunted at the prospect of braking the expensive machinery, I took my time.
It took me all of 20 minutes to set it up and install the CD’s provided.
The gratification I got from setting up no-one in my family knew how to handle or work was immense. It was a head-rush and my ego inflated instantly. From the moment I pushed the “ON” button and the whirring of the hard disk initialising begun, everyone was jealous of my innate ability to control and understand the workings of this foreign technology.
The gratification I got from setting up no-one in my family knew how to handle or work was immense. It was a head-rush and my ego inflated instantly. From the moment I pushed the “ON” button and the whirring of the hard disk initialising begun, everyone was jealous of my innate ability to control and understand the workings of this foreign technology.
I then became little more attached to technology, occasionally taking a look in the papers and in magazines at the technology pages and comparing the specifications of the different computers. Although I was not really interested at this time in computers I was concerned about the specifications my computer. my competitiveness in playing sports had transferred partially onto computers. i wanted the best. I asked consistently for upgrades. But alas, these demands were not met.
Note #1
--LEW--
--LEW--
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