Snow.

So another day and another blog. I apologise for not blogging in a while. But I didn't feel like it. But now I'm back to my usual ranting self

SOo it's snowing, yaay. I personally love snow. But as always snow comes with it's downside. Mostly stupid people. Seriously, now first of all you have your snow-moaners. You know those people who moan that we havn't had any snow, then the snow comes THEN they moan. Moan about being cold, moan about being wet. Then they want the snow to stop. There is no pleasing these people, so what I reccomend is storing the snow in your freezer, and wait for them to complain about being no snow again. Then bury them alive in the snow. Works like a treat.
Then we have the, as I'd like to call them snowtards. These are the people whose brains instantlly go into the "Special" setting as soon as the white stuff appears. You see them all the time, the people who buy EVERYTHING out of ASDA/TESCO(wichever you prefer) In case of drowning in the one inch of snow that's on the outside. The people who won't go to work because the roads have snow on them. The school that shut down. The small furry animals that die. THE END OF THE FUCKING WORLD!!. (Might have gotten a bit carried away there.)
Then we have the tip of the iceberg(bad joke not intended but there for your non-enjoyment) The people that confuse me to the point of me inserting a bullet into my own brain manually. The people that wait all year round for the snow OUTSIDE to stay warm INSIDE. Seriously, the people who PLAN to get warm on a snowy day as amusment? WHAT THE HELL IS UP WITH THOSE PEOPLE. Seriously, it's like, Ohh it's snowing, time to get the fire going and sit down in a blanket. Like you'd do on every other day/night. These people need to find better things to do with their time. Or just worship me. Either or's good

So that's my blog about snow.
LATER xD

Did you notice? Because i sure as hell didn't..

Pretty self explanitory blogg title, like they always are. I hav't blogged in a while because I've been sitting back analysing and thinking of things as diverse and intresting as my other bloggs to write about (PFFT! yeah right.)
So here's what I've come to gather.
How free is this actual "free" nation?
Let's think about it, and this list is completely off the top of my head now.
By the government we are told, commanded made to do the following:

Where to eat. Where to drink. Where to discard what we leave. Where to sleep. Where we can't sleep. Where we can't drive. How we drive. How we can drive. At what age we can vote. At what age they can take money from us. At what age they can take more money for us. How much we can earn before they take money off us. When we are mature enough to watch films, drink and wield weapons. They charge us for what our dead relatives leave us. Where we can walk!? Where we can't walk. What we have to wear. The fact that we have to wear clothes at all.

It sounds sort of stupid when you look at it like that don't you? I know rules bind us and make sure we all don't go around stabbing each other, because of course we're all mindless idiotic drones ( so far as the government can tell.) But it all kind of seems immpersonal doesn't it?
I mean we get set all these limits and this perverbial "cage" by people we've (well I've) never even met.

Politicians can sell themselves to us but we don't know them on a personal level. When they where younger they had the same rules and regulations(more or less) So what makes them more compitent than us?

I'm no against the idea. I have no way around it. It's just kind of wierd.

So yeah, I hope that made you think as much as it made me think.

Until next time.

Another new blog. OR is it.

Yes it is. To answer the rhetorical question in the title of this blog. So it's time for another blogg XD woo-hoo. And I'm going to be hitting some hard ethical issues again. As tends to be the nature of my blogs. One day I'll run out of things to write about. But not any time soon.

In contrast to my other blogs I've sort of developed a belief in kharma.(sorry if spelt inncorectly.) And I'm not on about the hinduist approach , I just mean the basic for every good thing you doo a good thing happens vica-versa for he bad, and that there's a constant balance of the two.
You could also compare it to the theory that for every action there is an equal and opposite re-action.
It sort of makes sense. I know there will ALWAYS be contradictions to the rule. But I'm on about on a whole,
in the bigger picture.
Well it seems that way to me.
To be honest. It's like the other day, I made a really cool song up on my acoustic i was happy with, then when i went to play my electric two strings got broken. Then another day, I was angry (For some reason) and snapped at a few people, then i walked into a door. I know some of you will think it's a coincidence, but I don't know. It's becoming more and more apparent to me with each day to be perfectly honest.
I'm going to test it out properly in the next few days, I've been threatning to for a while. Being a man of science obviously. So I'll let you know how it goes.

But seriously, next time you doo something good , or bad, look out. It could just be a coincidence, OR it could be kharma
; ) so yeah, not as intresting as my other blogs,
but and to quote " I write what I like".
A great man wrote that line, so that's why I used it.
XD

...common sense and what it's got to do with the meaning of life.

So you can some up the world in two ways: 1.)a big circle of earth with water, and us, where we live, and stuff. 2.)Or a complex sphere wherein our collective consiousness reside, grasping for some sort of truth, in a place that we, at the same time know nothing and everything about. The one way you some it up is what it actually is. The other is a stupid person making more out of it than it is. (The stupid person is number 2 by the way.)
And just in case you're wondring if this is just another random blog it isn't.
The stereotype,
the drama king/queen,
the enviromental protester,
the politically challenged mental patient,
the rom-com wanabee AND the person i was just talking about.
They are all, in essence the same person. We're all trying to make sense and purpose out of something we never will make sense out of. In some cases people don't even know what the question they want the answer for is. Wich is just dense. A greek philosopher once said, and i quote ( not sure if it's precise):
"He who knows that he knows nothing knows everything" OK now to make more sense out of that. It doesn't matter how much study we put in, how smart we are, or how sure we are. We can NEVER be 100 percent sure of why we are here, if there is even any reason at all to us, and where we're going. NEVER-EVER-EVER. ,,,ever,,ever,, e-he-e-ve-er.(to add emphasis).

I've come to terms with this. So i don't ask the question. I don't waste my time here wondring what exactly "here" is. And no I'm not being preechy . I'm just saying my opinion, and trying to give my edge on things.
I personally believe there must be a reason for everything. But i don't know it.
I can admit it. I know nothing. We could all be the dillusion of a dead golfish on paracetemol for all i know.
And for all you know.
And for all he knows.
And for all she knows.

THE LIST
14.)Take a spiritual journey
15.)Realise that it was a waste of time, cause you where in the same place you started.
16.)go comfort eat realising you've wasted another few days of your life wondring what you're life is
17.)Watch parkour on youtube and try to immitate it at your local park. Then put it on youtube. Fun stuff XD

Blogging in school. So i'll talk about school.

Ok so I'm in my computers lesson with Jordan Dainton, an aquaintance of mine sitting next to me. And his body oudour is a bit offensive. But that's fine I'm used to it.
Soo I'm currently trying to think what to blog about, AND i think I have an idea.

School.
How original. eh?
Now i go to a welsh school, wich mean i can speak welsh, wich is pretty cool I can admit. But they make us speak welsh, and we're not allowed to speak english, and it annoys me to be honest.
Them making us speak Welsh can be compared to some communistic reigime or something, forcing us to become a custom with something we're not acustom to. And of course it is a RULE to speak welsh, wich means, obviouslly, everyone speaks english anyway. Make something a rule, it'll get broken eventually, it doesn't take Einstein to realise that.
Then we have my headmaster, who, I believe sees me as some big statistic, or a money bank, every time he needs to fund the christmas party there'll suddenly be a non-uniform day. Shocker.
THEN we have my teachers, that's the BEST part. I have an incompitent physics teacher, who couldn't tell the speed of light from the speed racer movie. My computers teacher who I would put money on is an alchoholic, drug addict or has recently departed from an institution for the criminally insane. I swear my headmaster must've picked these people from the discount bin at ALDI'S or somewhere like that.
It drives me a bit crazy.
If these people are going to help me shape my future, I'm going to end up becoming one of those creepy old men you see at childrens football matches, who clearly doesn't own a child of his own, but has many locked up in an undisclosed location. Not a very good adult then.

To be honest I can't wait to get out of this god forsaken place. It's just gotten to that point where I know everyone I want to know, seen everything I want to see in this god damn school. It's not like I don't enjoy the company of my peers or anything, but it's like a constant itch that I cannot reach or something. Just plain annoying. And I can't doo anything about it, I have no control, I HAVE to go if I want some sort of a future. It sucks ass.

So now for the solution to school. Oh yes , there is a solution. Ok first of all get some teachers that have actually passed university, that's a good place to start. Ok secondly make a rule where incompitent teachers will be hung, drawn and quartered then drowned, so they die a little bit. Thirdly allow like a vote so children can sort of decide they're own uniform, put it to a vote or something. Isn't that a bit more democratic than FORCING us to wear the expensive crap that they reccomend us. That'll also mean there'll be no competition with who has the best clothes, as teachers argue, because there'll still be one set uniform.

It's not hard is it really?

By the way, I would tell a story now, But I can't think of one, here's some for the list of thing to do before you die tho.

11.) Spear tackle someone smaller than you
12.) Shout something REALLY LOUD in a really quiet place.
13.) Fart in a lift.

until next time
XD

To be continued.. 5 minutes afterwards

I'm sorry if i offended someone in the last blog ( the only time I will EVER apologise) because i know some people are quiet, and that's an intresting thing in itself i suppose. So yeah. Sorry. Tlee Me If Yuo Cna Unrsteand waht I'm tyipng at tihs moemnt. That's one of those stupid brain tricks. Makes me laugh though.
So I was thinking of all the things I'd doo on that one crazy day, and I've compiled a sort of list. A realistic one as well. Sort of. First of all I'd carry a rucksack full of equipment including a bungie cord, spray paint, lucozade(to keep my energy up), a pen and paper, a camera. And i would be on my bike, and dismount it occasionaly.

:Tell every teacher EXACTLY what I think of them.
:Tell every person exactly what I think of them.
:Tag big bulidings with a HUGE question mark
:Absail down things(with the bungie cord and a harness)
:Bike around and find every amazing spot along the way and take a picture of it
:Sell everything I own on E-bay(got the idea off the news)
:Roundhouse kick the guy who invented "The sun" and "The daily mirror" newspapers, at the same time
:Put a fruit pastell in my mouth without chewing
:Meet Chuck Norris

Then i would move country, and make a new list there
..this was a short blog, but ya know, i enjoyed writing it
so there :D

More about stuff i want to write about.

O.k. so this isn't really releveant to anything that's going on in the world, but I am SERIOUSLY starting to get pissed off with people who over-dramatise STUPID things (I've added them to my gun list). It's seriously ridiculous. Also people that question everything.
Don't get me wrong, about three quarters of the human race have led genuinely intresting and good lives. Even those who don't lead SUCH intresting lives still have a good story to tell every now and then, or have experience genuine hardship. I myself have a good yarn or two to tell.

I genuinely can not stand boring people, people who blantanly lie to make themselves seeem intresting (little ones can be good to liven up something). There's a pretty easy way to find love, adventure or a bit of a life. Go outside. Find it. Don't get me wrong, I've done a lot of intresting things but I'm not exactly Ray Mears or and to quote half of my year in school :"chuck norris".

And secondly, people who question everything you do or say, to make you feel insignifcant or to make them and what THEY do seem more important.
It doesn't actually work on me, but people have tried it, and it friggin' pisses me off. Hell, I'm a virgin, I've never smoked, and I've never taken drugs, I've never been in a gang-bang, I've never sky-dived, I've never performed a gig, the list goes on.
But I have gone sphering, I've rock climbed a billion times , fenced(sword fight) I can play guitar, I've given parkour my best attempt(and fallen many times), white water rafted, kayaked, seen some pretty amazing sights on huge mountain bike rides, the list goes on.
So does that make people less intresting or more intresting than people who have done all those other things? No it doesn't, it doesn't make them any more intresting either though. It means that there are different people, who have led different lives. So whose to judge whose is better?

I personally love hearing everyones stories about all different experiences. I think stories of different lives being lead differently is one of the things that makes the human race really great. I'll listen to a story of someone having they're first kiss is as intresting as someone whose been sky diving for the first time.

I've also decided to tell people stories from my life at the end of every blog.. to make things a bit more intresting for you ; ). And they're all true btw.

The most unromantic romantic first kiss.
ok so i was on holidays, as a young kid, (can't remember my exact age) and I met this girl, under the most wierd circumstances by the way. There was this heavy-smoker in the hotel that had a heart attack, she was an old woman by the way. So she got carted off, and I noticed this girl so i said hi :D. As you do. So we got talking , hanged out for a bit. Being young, i attempted to immpress her with my crazy golf skills, i ended up hitting four people in the back of the heads and braking one HUGE pot, I don't know how the hell the golf ball did that much damage. It came to the last night now. She told me she was leaving at like 4 in the morning so for me to stay awake and say goodbye. I over-slept, being the idiot that I am. So i rushed to the door and I saw a bus and totally thought it was hers about to leave, and .. it was. So i like stood by the door, but she was behind me, because she had got to the bus later. So then we kissed :D awww.. then she left.
Then I realised I didn't have her number but I had her msn address scrumpled up in my pocket.
Then i find out she had a boyfriend back home in England.
I was a little dissapointed.