29 September 2007 - "Ode to My Computer Desk"

My computer desk. Oh, how I misuse you! I know it’s not easy being a computer desk. It’s especially not easy being my computer desk.

You’re filled with a random assortment of items, from cups to post it notes, badges and my ulcer cream, lamps and grapes. I can only imagine what it must feel like to have a daily build up of crap placed upon you. I wonder if you feel degraded. I wonder if you think you aren’t as important as my bookshelf, who is filled with clean books. I wonder if my bright, bright lamp hurts you wood. I wonder if your ears ever ache from my laughing. Or if your eyes ever ache from looking up at my face. I wonder if you ever resent me for the things I pile upon you.

I wonder what you think of me. I mean, you’ve seen it all, haven’t you? How I slam my door after an argument with my parents, how I even sometimes knock stuff off you when I’m really mad. But I’m not always mad. At least, I don’t think so. Surely you’ve seen me laugh before? I’m in no doubt that you’ve seen me cry before. I even remember that one time when I was sick on you, after downing too much wine on Christmas day. I bet you think I’m an idiot, don’t you? Oh, and let’s not forget the countless times I’ve hit you over the past few weeks when I’ve been mad at my internet for breaking on me. I’m sorry for taking it out on you.

I wonder if you ever get sick of me staying up too late and keeping you awake, typing on the keyboard which I rudely placed upon you. I wonder if those nights I spent on MSN until five o’Clock in the morning during the summer holidays made you seethe with anger. I wonder if that time I did an all nighter because I didn’t want to wake up at six in the morning made you want to come out of your joints and wallop me over the head.

I don’t think I’m going to get any better, dearest computer desk. I’m too selfish I’m afraid. But I’ll try. I love you computer desk! Please don’t ever collapse on me!

28 September 2007 - "New Era?"

I’ve spent the past few days off school after a blow to my leg has rendered me crippled. Erm, don’t worry! Not literally, but I can’t walk properly and have to drag myself up and down stairs. It was James’ birthday yesterday (the 27th) and we went to the cinemas. I had to drag myself up the stairs. What a laugh!

I’d also like to make you aware of the fact that today is hug a vegetarian (or vegan) day. Hurrah! For those of you who don’t know, I’m actually vegetarian and have been for about six or seven years. Even as a young child I didn’t like meat, except from the processed stuff. The thought of what it was went through me and when I learnt the appalling conditions which the animals are kept in, I stopped eating meat all together. Unfortunately as I wasn’t in school today and haven’t met up with my friends, the number of hugs I received today was approximately… none.

After changing my permalink structure it seems that when you lot click ‘comment’, it doesn’t take you to the page to comment. Oh dear. Well, I’ve been thinking about this and I’ve decided that maybe that’s a good thing. It seems like for me, blogging has recently become only about receiving comments. I don’t think that that’s a good thing. So I’ve taken off the comment option all together and now blogging is going to be something I do for fun. Fun! Can you believe it? Blogging for fun! Who ever heard of such a thing?

This, obviously doesn’t mean that you can’t get in touch with me any more. I’m going to install a new contact form ASAP and you can still comment random pages throughout the site (articles, photography and review pages, etc.).

22 September 2007 - "Stop Eavesdropping!"

As I made my way back home from Manchester after a wet day in town (we ended up running through the fountains and getting drenched!), a person who I detest with my whole being got on the train. However he was with one of my mates, so I went up to my friend and started a conversation with him. Of course, the disgusting being who I hate couldn’t resist but make a dig at me. Me being me, I retaliated and we ended up having a shouting match with him. After I had kicked his greasy arse in the argument I moved to a different carriage in the train.

Anyhow, as I settled down into my new seat, I promptly began a bitching session about this disgusting person and his many online girlfriends (he can’t get any in real life), and I’ll admit a few swear words were said but I was hardly talking loudly. Plus who decides that a swear word is vulgar? What makes a swear word a swear word? Personally, I think that anyone who finds swear words offensive has lived a sheltered life and hasn’t experienced the real world. In other words, get over it! Anyway, as the train pulled up to my stop a hefty woman with a numerous amount of chins came up to the area where we sat and started yelling at me for swearing.

She was dragging along a small bespectacled child with her who looked completely docile. She claimed that I had poisoned the mind of her equally ugly child. What bollocks! Surely her shouting at me in a public place is far worse than me saying a few soft swear words. She must have been listening into our conversation to overhear me swearing because I definitely wasn’t talking loudly. I personally think that she was just looking for an argument. She was clearly menopausal and drugged up, which makes me think that she probably swore at the child and was being hypocritical. Who on Earth yells at a fourteen year old girl on public transport about the mistreatment of children?