Confused is the best way to describe me right now. Confused as to how I got to bed last night, confused as to why "Hertfordshire gay clubs" was on my taskbar when I woke up this morning and confused as to why I had 'I Love Rock N Roll' by Britney Spears in my iTunes Purchased folder. But what confused me the most was how my clothes ended up in my back garden. Jeans, underwear, top, jacket - everything. Well, except one sock which was inside under the Christmas tree.
Had a Psychology exam today. I've spoken of it before, the one where we have to get 50% or take it again next week and then if we fail again they throw us off the course. Yeah well I very much doubt I got the 50% this time around, but just because of the time limitation rather than subject ability. Life's a bitch. If we get to retake the same exam I shouldn't see there being a huge issue.
I also listened to the whole of Usher's 'Confessions' album today rather than just the singles that have been released (e.g. 'Burn', 'Yeah!'). It's excellent, glad I got it.
Is there some universal agreement, an unwritten code of conduct if you will, between large companies that are meant to deliver expensive goods? Does it say, 'inconvenience the customer at every available opportunity'?
Dreams were meant to deliver a bed today. They decided to phone the mobile phone at 8.15am and leave some sneaky voice mail message that, had we not checked the mobile for separate reasons, would have not been heard. Basically, it said they were going to deliver between 10am and 1pm. Sounds okay? Well it would be, except it had already been stated that due to the fact we have to dismantle the previous water bed (which takes ages) before we could receive the next bed, it cannot be delivered until the late afternoon. Does 10am to 1pm sound like the late afternoon? No.
I always think my days are completely uneventful until I actually try and write something on here (which, by the way, I have found to be somewhat therapeutic).
I spent the morning in English which was terribly boring. The first half is with some awful northerner teacher. She wears the most frightful clothing, usually a suit with some garishly coloured top. If I recall correctly it was a grey suit (two tones of grey, one for the jacket, one for the trousers), and then a bright orange t-shirt today. And she doesn't wear a bra. And she's over 50.
You've quite possibly come across this poem before, it isn't written by me. I don't know who wrote it, and even Google can only tell me it's by "anonymous". I thought it fitted the Oasis site quite well though.
~~~ Friends Without Faces ~~~
We sit and we type, and we stare at our screens
We all have to wonder, what this possibly means.
With our mouse we roam, through the rooms in a maze
I recently read about Aussie Nguyen Tuong Van, who is due to be hanged on Friday, December 2nd for drug trafficking. Despite persistent official pleas from Australia, the Singaporian government insists that he be hanged and it all looks very bleak for him.
I just can't decide whether I agree with this ruling or not. He says he did it to pay off his brother's debts. As noble as this cause might be, the heroin he would have been supplying would quite probably have destroyed many families in Singapore (or whatever country they were due to be sent to). It's a seriously bad drug. Furthermore, lots of people in this world are in debt (like half the population of the UK) but they don't all resort to transporting class A drugs.
Franco Frattini, the EU Justice commissioner, recently called for all member states (members of the EU) to be suspended that are known to have hosted CIA black sites, which apparently are sites blacked out to the media/public and used by the CIA to house and most likely torture suspects. (Which, by the way, they amusingly refer to as 'enhanced interrogation'). The most famous examples appear to be Guantanamo Bay and Abu Ghraib prison.
The only thing worse than a Monday morning, is a Monday morning that follows a Saturday night out which you can't remember, and being informed of what happened.
The world is full of bastards. Oh, and a bitch.
Sitting having a drink, being bored - might as well write something, like what I did today, what I read, and what I listened to....
Isn't it scary to think that we could go through our whole lives without meeting someone who makes us happy forever, that true "one" as some may call it. I see so many relationships come and go and the vast amount were formed on physical attraction and a slight enjoyment of the other's personality. None based on what I would call "love".
Then again, can a relationship begin with love? Or are people happy with relationships they know deep down won't work out, but convince themselves otherwise in order to feed their sexual appetite or fit in with what is proper? Even if you're gay or lesbian it would be considered odd if you hadn't had a boyfriend/girlfriend since forever.
I'm 18 today, yay for me. I felt I should post something, it's only the right thing to do.
The anniversary of my birth this year however, marks the demise of my liver. Next stop, cirrhosis!
Life is so full of routine, and it's not until you've sufficiently repeated that routine enough times that you look back and wonder where the time went, that you start to reflect on how many routines are actually built into your life. And are they lots of small ones, part of just one large routine...and worse still, how long have you been following them? I think most people have said at some stage, "God, has it been that long?"
The frequency of natural disasters that have been affecting us all over the past 12 months is astounding. It upsets me greatly due to fact they leave the most horrendous aftermath and tragic losses of human life.
Equally as astounding however (and I can of course only speak for what I feel the situation is from what I've seen/heard), is that nobody seems to be bothered greatly about the latest major natural disaster to hit the planet, the South Asian earthquake. People dug deep into their hearts and pockets to give for the Asian Tsunami relief, and celebrities came out in their droves to help those affected by Hurricane Katrina in the USA.
Not much happened today. Found out my 13 year old cousin (female) was asking a friend of mine if I was gay to which she naturally replied "no" and, if you've read my other post you'll know that means nothing. Watched some Shakespeare in the morning too.
There's a guy in my college class, he seems very "gay". He's kind of cute, but has a crap personality and is less cute face-on, better looking from the side. Shame.