First, We Take Manhattan...

Wow, sorry about the delay on blogging. Here's why...

Friday: Average day, right up until the end of school. My brother texted me saying "You're working tonight". Considering it was an 8:00-12:30 night shift, I was not best pleased. Add to that the fact that it meant I couldn't go to my main social event of the month (I know, I don't get out much, but there's no-one to go out with) and you can guess what happened. I texted him back saying I'd like to be asked, without realising the boss had said he had to at short notice. Anyway, huge row ensued, I said some things, he said some things, I got upset at what I'd said and basically collapsed in a sodden mess for an hour. We got it sorted though, so it's better now.

Saturday: Rugby training, bust my knees on the frozen pitch (hurt like mad). Had a shower, vergered at a wedding (for those who don't know, it's like being a roadie in a suit; make sure the sound system's working, manage the sound desk, assist with entries and exits without anyone noticing), then came home and overthought all my relationships with my friends, and came to an unsettling conclusion. I then went out for another surprise 8-12 shift.

Sunday: Rugby was called off, went back to bed, moved the PC, Xbox, and television from my room to the Study (it's permanent location from now on, I think). Played a little Xbox, had tea, sorted out some birthday stuff went for a 6-10:30 babysitting shift, came home and went to bed.

Now that we're up to date, here's today:

Had a physics exam, and it was by far the hardest science exam we have ever done. Oh well, life goes on. English was the same as usual, with too much chatting and not much working, which carried over into Biology for some reason. Got a little bit gutted when everyone was mentioning Prom, because I can't go, but I'll get over it.

Birthday on Friday! I'm looking forward to it, and hopefully I'll get the items neccessary for my next YouTube project (but more on that Friday/Saturday). It'll be nice to see my friends outside of school, becauseI'm not exactly the most popular kid on the planet, and I hardly see the mates I do have. We're getting some takeaway stuff in, and I'll ask them to bring a movie if they want to watch it (I've only got a Sci-Fi Political and Religious view on SETIcalled "Contact", Edward Scissorhands, and 300).

Anyway, I hope I've made up for the rubbish schedule keeping. Tatty bye!

PS: hoping to start work on a novel soon!

Technarachnia

Spiders in the internet have stolen this blog post. Please check back tomorrow for a full length blog, involving the reason why this isn't one.

Tuesday Blues

Yeah, I know it's Wednesday. Nope, I'm not depressed.

Update on YouTube project: it's now cancelled in favour of a machinima about a machinima. Sorry if you were looking forward to that.

So, yesterday nothing happened. No rugby, no music, no anything. Today was good though. I had the chat with Tiff, and we both agreed to carry on seeing each other in college, which I am pretty much over the moon about. The rest of the day was a bit rubbish, except for Double English. Group work, with the three girls (Kathryn, Chloe, and Beth) behind me. We had a bit of a riot, which included Grease and Elvis songs, drawing on my nose, and a rather amusing laugh. I came home, made plans for homework, listened to Elvis (I now have "Fever" on a loop, my favourite song), and I'm now just chilling with my cat and a half written French assignment.

Question to any of my readers: what song should I audition with in the "S factor", our school's singing competition?

Ghosts of the Regime

Hey all. First day of the regime, so let's blog you up! Almost sounds badass when you type it like that...

So anyway, weekend comes first. Rugby match: 42-4 to them. The scoreline did not represent the play at all, and I played exceptionally for me. Picked up five opposition knock-ons and smashed some of their massive props, all while sticking as a wing-center. At least I had a decent wingman for once!

Right, school now. Oddly, I have more to say about 6 hours than about an entire weekend. Had an exam today, and it went well. I'd be surprised to drop below a high B on it, but we'll have to wait and see I guess. Hung out with my "crew" at lunch, except when I was sitting with my "homies" at lunch (protip: "crew" consists of lads, "homies" are the majoritatively girl gang). It felt awkward, to be quite honest, because I sat with the crew and the the girls asked me to sit with them, but I basically sat in silence the whole time. I feel I'm becoming slightly alienated from both groups, but mainly the guys. I never have anything to say anymore, which is upsetting, so I work on song lyrics in the free time I have beween conversation.

Speaking of songs, my band's all off to university in the summer. I know a few bassists, but no drummers or guitarists. I really hope Tiff starts practising her guitar (or even just jams with us), because we hardly ever see each other now, and we go to different colleges after this year is up. I don't like the thought of it, but we will need to talk at some stage about this stuff. I love her, and if she finds someone else to make her happy and who she sees often, I love her enough to give her that. I won't let on if it hurts me more than the prospect of it.

It's my birthday coming up, and I want to have a sleepover (think my typical blog style, with pizza and without the refined sophistication). We'll get some food, and I'll invite a few girls (well, two) over to chill for that bit, but after that it's a proper lad's night in. Xbox, caffiene, talking whom each other fancy, the usual. Probably get a few beers in, if any of them have developed alcoholic tendencies.

TL;DR - I'm broken, hopeful, depressed, oppressed, reminiscing, and wishing on a star. Goodbye for now.

The Joys of College.

First off, new blog schedule will be Monday/Wednesday/Friday/Saturday. Learn it, and you'll be kept updated with random life updates.

Secondly, College Taster Day! Woohoo. It basically involved four lessons (AS/A2 style) and a free period at the end. It was good in part, because I decided on my options and got to chill with my beautiful girlfriend and my best mate Kathryn in the free. It was bad because I randomly got a little depressed (not randomly, but I'm not going into it on here). Kathryn noticed, so kudos to you if you're reading.

My band's heading off in September, but my brother (drummer),our rythm guitarist and bassist thought we could make a couple of bob playing gigs, if we got rid of our lead. He's too flashy, too egotistical, and he's not beneficial to the group dynamic. In case you haven't figured, I'm vocals. I've also found a nice clip-amp and a new mic which I'll get for my birthday, so that's a bonus

Apart from that, nothing really to report. I have a GCSE exam tomorrow, which I have diligently revised for, and I am now going to chill a while.

I need something to go at the end of my blog, but I don't know what. Suggestions?

Apologies for the delay.

Normal service resuming in three...two...one...

Sorry I couldn't post last night, I had a whole bunch of stuff on. Mainly Sims 3 (naughty, I know, but it's so good), but still.

Anyway, I know have a total of ONE complete GCSE under my belt. High A/Low A* if my coursewrok holds true, so that's a good thing. Got a bunch to type up after this blog, and for once that's not an excuse: I actually need to type it up.

Realised a few uncomfortable truths today. Number one: I have an annoying voice. I decided to play a made-up conversation back to myself, and my pronunciation is very sloppy. I'm surprised people can understand what I'm saying half the time.

Number two: I'm a bit of an asshole. I knew this anyway, but today I realised it's not just when I want to be. I randomly broke off a conversation because I felt awkward, and it kind of got to me today. Ho-hum.

Number three: I'm screwed. Not going to say any more on that.

Ah well. Life's a bitch, and then you die. Might as well enjoy the ride.

STRANGELY DEPRESSING BLOG POST STATUS: COMPLETE.

A Fractal Universe.

Life is boring at the moment. Not Fact.

Life is boring either side of this instant in which this is observed. Fact.

I am going to give a brief discourse on the impossibility of "the moment" as people percieve it. Fact.

Basically, there are no "moments". Each nano-nano-nanosecond that drifts by changes the world in some way. Time is analogue: there can be an infinite amount of it, and it flows with no "jitter". It is a seamless, fractal journey, in which no state can ever stay fixed. Future turns to past, yet we still hold on to the complex notion of a moment, a piece of time, a length which may have any length and yet consists of any amount of instants.

Say the universe stopped, right now. For all internal observers, nothing would change. Externally, however, NOTHING would change. What I mean is that, according to Einsteinian special relativity, nothing would move from the "Alien's" view, but from a "Resident" perspective everything would be normal.

How long is an instant? It has no length, no quantifiable chunks, and thus infinite instants are packed into the shortest space of time. Thus, if space = time, from a purely Quantum standpoint, there are infinite amounts of types of sub-atomic particles. Smash up a second, you get bits, which you can smash up again, and then again, and so on. If you apply the same reasoning to matter, there is no end to the fractal nature of reality.

So, now you can feel slightly more clever if you ever enter a debate into the analogue nature of Everything. If you don't get into them, I'm sorry for confusing you, but I hope you found my brief departure from the normal world entertaining.

MIND-SCREW POST STATUS: COMPLETE.

A Future Past.

My mum had a go at me for my mock results. I guess she was right to do so, but it still feels a little harsh. Everyone constantly expects the best of the younger generation as a whole, so when we fall short a little (even doing our best) it is seen as laziness and incompetence. The way I see it, if they got the planet in this mess, they should sort it's problems. Any chance of appeal or act of resistance goes unnoticed anyway.

And this is why I think that the youth of today are more than the future of civilisation. We are the future of the future, and we should shape the world we will soon inherit in a way that encourages the future of the next generation. Peace, whether psychological, natural, or international, should be sought on every level and held in the highest regard.

I fear that once we take the planet, it'll be in no state to be saved.

REVOLUTIONARY POST STATUS: COMPLETE.

Shadows Draw Near.

I'm at the end of my first week-end back at school. I am sorry to say that I did nothing but sit around, eat sugary foods and feel sorry for myself.

The reason for this is because I feel ill. I'm feeling a little better now, but still not quite 100 percent, and I have a lot of work to do. I should probably stop blogging, but I need to do something to stop myself procrastinating even more. At least something mildly interesting is produced from this.

I had an odd dream involving a huge plane and an odd wig last night. It was rather discomforting, as the plane was vaguely cubic, and the wig was forced on me by someone I used to fancy (and made of felt).

Should really start asking people to help with my YouTube project, but who would be interested? Oaxy (best-best mate) put himself forward, but that only covers one of eight places, and I still need to script certain parts and get the two who appear to work with each other to script views which agree and disagree.

Alternatively, I could sack it in and make a music video. I'd have to do it on my own, as I already checked and hardly anyone wanted to do one, but it's better to be doing something.

ODDLY LONG SECOND POST STATUS: COMPLETE

Welcome to the Blogosphere.

As I ascend into this experience on my kite, I feel like Cory Doctorow with his marvellous balloon.

Yup, too much xkcd. I'm a nerd.

I'm Dan, I enjoy webcomics (the more cynical or poignant, the better!) and loads of YouTube members. I've actually got a project going myself, but it's going poorly at the moment. In the "Real World", I enjoy Rugby, most bits of School, and have some fantastic friends (who go under the new moniker of "The Radiator Crew"), and a very awesome girlfriend (called Tiffany). Kathryn, one of my best-best-best friends (I have 8 layers of relationships, but that's for later), said I should start blogging on this dusty old webpage, so here goes.

INTRODUCTORY POST STATUS: COMPLETE