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  • Reminiscing on memories...

    Do you ever feel that painful twinge when you look back on what you've started, done and hopefully achieved at? You know, the things that you try to put to the back of your mind most of the time, but in moments of sadness/bordem/reminiscing they all come flooding back to you with all the emotions you now feel about them. And when I say 'these things' I tend to refer to the happier moments in time; old friends, old places, what could've been, what would've been. I feel a kind of mixed emotion at a lot of these, you want to keep on remembering, but you know that if you carry on, they will only bring sorrow at what you don't have now.

    Oh well... life goes on... for now.

    Sorry if this doesn't actually make no sense to you at all. There are two possible reasons to this: you have managed to deal with all your past emotions and memories unlike a 'sissie' like me, or you're a cold-hearted Stalinist Communist, whose had all memories and emotions drugged out of their brain.

    Eh... whichever?

  • SOMEONE ELSE WILL DIE!

    IF U CAN STILL READ THIS BLOG AT SCHOOL,
    McCULLAGH WILL DIE

    (or just lose more hair).... bald git:>

  • EVERYONE JUST GO FUCK OFF AND DIE!

    ADAM WILL DIE
    PAUL WILL DIE
    I WILL KILL THEM

  • I'm making the switch

    I'm writing to inform that as of now, this blog will no longer be updated and I am switching over to eBlogger. My new blog can be found here. This blog will remain as it is for as long as it can (probably it will eventually be shutdown by blog.co.uk once they notice I'm not posting anymore). Please feel free to carry on reading, and hopefully I might start to write some better and more interseting stuff. Go visit. Please. Pretty please...

    Touch in, touch out... perhaps forever?

  • When the summer hols make me feel murderous and depressive

    Gradually the days wear on, Monday melts into Friday and suddenly you wake up realising that you've just wasted another week of your holiday. I'm sure many of you have felt that. The waking up two days before you're due to start school again then realising that all you've achieved over the holidays is to create a bedroom that looks like it's just been bombed by some terrorists, a social life that you started out wanting to have but then realising that your 'friends' don't really give a shit about you as long as they're having a good time, and obsessiveness with another blogger who is a complete wacko, but she seems so compelling. No? Might just be me then.

    Ok fine then back to reality. What have I done since the last itme I blogged? I've been spending ever longer hours on the internet.

    I've met friends three times, but other people that I thought I might be able to do something with, well I just can't be bothered. I've had a lonely enough summer hols, why change things now?

    I've gradually begun to turn into some kind of techie geek thanks to these holidays. I now have learned how to use basic tools in photshop. And that's about it basically. Pretty shite!

    As a sign of my complete and utter weirdness I'm going to close with a phrase that I kinda picked up (ok, I stole it) from that other blogger:

    Toouch in, touch out

    p.s. Annie, if you ever read this I am sorry that I stole it, but it should actually be copyright of the London Underground.

    p.s.s. Whoever keeps coming back every couple of days to check up on the website, please leave a comment in the comments section, please. If it's you Phil go on fuckng MSN once in a while. If I'm completely wrong and it is just random page views by different people, please feel obliged to leave any comments you want anyway.

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