Swearing @ the internet.

I have literally just finished browsing every Hertfordshire blog updated after my last update. My hands are numb, and I'm stupid tired, but I can't help but share my adventures with you guys.

There were well over 150 blogs, but when you ignored the AS level blogs, the fashion blogs and the knitting blogs, you get something rather interesting. In fact, I favourited all of the half decent ones to a folder called "Blogs I have yet to follow."

There are fourteen in total, I won't bore you with the details, not until later in the post anyway. You're probably wondering why my blog post is titled as it is. The reasons are found among the other 136+ updated blogs in all of Herts. I swore at stories of self harm and terrible grammar, I swore at the greedy people who only hosted their blogs for money from adverts and I swore at various pyramid schemes. The most aggravating I found was some boy's blog, which had 22 posts, all posted this month and THAT'S IT. And yet he had 15 followers! I've been writing for nearly a year and I have 10! Like, roar!

So, back to the good things I found. Some of them are just starting out and I intend to see if they last, another is a band which I couldn't be bothered to look up last night. The majority of the blogs were around for a while last year and are carrying on, they have something between 10 and 20 followers(!) and are just about normal life. I really want to stick to a blog written by some random person I've never met about their normal life. Someone's done it to me, why can't I do it to someone else?

I've kept the best til' last. I found two absolute gems of blogs, one was about shedworking (offices in sheds), and there were some awesome sheds on there! I kid you not. The other was my old IT teacher's PERSONAL BLOG. It was originally going to be a laugh to read, but it all makes sense in a crazy way. Anyway, I'll leave you with something amazing from one of my new favourite blogs:

And you thought sheds were boring!

Ciao (:

EDIT: Check out my comments for another amazing blog on awesome bookshelves ^.^ I'm sure you can find your way to the sheds from there (:

More excuses

My exam's over, but I'm still fidgety. So, I've been trying to identify the source of my little problem. I don't really know what to do with myself...

My major flaw is that I don't have very much willpower at all, not to work in school, not to work for school outside of school, not to work anywhere. And it's getting worse. I'm also too quick to criticize, and it gets me into trouble with people I don't want to be in trouble with.

The thing is, I'm only writing this here because I don't know who to talk to, this won't make any sense to anyone, not even me. It's just...I don't know. I'm fine when I'm with my friends, I just don't do well on my own lately.

Excuses

I have a lot of people waiting on me, so I suppose I'd better explain what's been going on.

Manliness week was a success, I spoke about exes with a guy who had previously dated the same girl as myself, ate yorkie bars and watched Sherlock Holmes (which was very good indeed). But there have been strange coincidences going down, you know? No, you don't.

I've been keeping a lot of things from this blog, my obsession over Scott Pilgrim, the fact that I'm in a Team Fortress 2 Team, the thing that goes on with my dreams that I rarely ever talk about...All things I'll talk about in due time.

Back to the coincidences, when I went to the cinema with Nat, after the film, I saw no less than six(!) people I knew, three that I liked, three that I didn't. I managed to avoid those I didn't like, I tried my best to avoid all of them, except the last person, who always manages to pop up at the strangest of times.

I'm worrying you, I know, I don't mean to sound so fidgety, but there's my further maths exam tomorrow, and I haven't even learnt chapter 5 of my book, and the TF2 league starts too, I have to go.

Manliness Week, Day 1

And so the snow melted, and the slush descended, and mankind met its match.

Then Manliness Week began! A week dedicated to outright sexism, huge competitiveness over the tiniest thing, power tools, and various other manly things. I kicked off my event with sexist rap and searching manly things on google, such as industrial machinery. Then sides were taken, as sexist jokes were researched on the internet. Here are some of the better examples we discovered:

"Why do women wear white on their wedding day?
To match the kitchen appliances."

"Why do women have smaller feet than men?
So they can stand closer to the sink."

"How do you fix a woman's watch?
You don't need to, there's a clock on the oven."

The loyal followers of the event flocked from all around while women shot scornful looks from afar. Also, I wasn't surprised to find a group of men against my idea, probably because I'm undermining their masculinity...

All in all, my event is proving to be a success, day 2 tomorrow!

But if you can't wait, here's something to keep you going:


Phwoar!

Buckle up, it's the new year post!

I must admit, the new year was much more interesting than usual, not because it was a new decade or anything, but because I found myself standing with strangers, staring up at the London Eye.

But first, let's rewind, my Christmas was pretty cool, and moderately white too!

I got socks, which was cool, among games and books and other mindbogglingly mind boggling puzzles and stuff. After the traditional wrapping paper tearing events, we proceeded to have Christmas dinner, always prestigious, but this one was a little more special. Apparently, the mysteries of butchery provide the law that if you put a bird inside a bird, the two meats somehow connect?! This dinner did that AND more, because the two combined birds had also been wrapped in ANOTHER MEAT! I've never been more in awe of my dinner (apart from maybe the cream of chicken and mushroom soup I had today, that was quite something). Later on we went to visit my grandma in hospital (she's out now) for more presents and fun family celebrations. All in all it was a good Christmas.

Which brings me back to new year. To be honest, I knew there was something going down, I just didn't know it was London. This threw me a bit, seeing as the last time I was in the capital my phone was stolen at Charing Cross (those bastards). Eventually, I warmed up to the idea (roughly 18 hours before we had to leave) and by 6.30pm I was on the bus to Aaron's house. It was there I met with Aaron (obviously), Eleanor, Callum and a girl named Charlie, who gradually reminded me more and more of a girl I used to know called Louise as the evening progressed. Then Daisy turned up and we headed out. Now, I'm not exactly rolling in cash, I'd done some research as to which of Watford's stations would be cheapest (I already had an idea) and so I knew roughly where to go. I led the 6 of us along a route that was still a little fuzzy in my head, which miraculously got us there! We then took as many underground lines as possible to get to the Embankment. Which looked like this:

Crowd included, we got out of the station and just couldn't move. Inevitably we got split up and met again towards the back of the park area, where we decided to head further outwards, for food. We never found it. We stopped and waited in an area in front of a large building (which i can't name) for a good hour and a half for the fireworks. I videod it, and I'll edit the video in whenever I can get it uploaded. The fireworks were good, especially at the end, I was pretty mesmerised for the majority of them.


Then the first snowflake fell, it was pretty magical, I mean, you would expect that in some romantic film or something :P Anyway, we started heading back, from Embankment to Victoria station, which for the record, is quite far. We got to the station at about 1am, where we stopped for food, then QUEUED for the right to enter the underground station. We were on a train by about 1:45am, I think. For some reason the carriage we were on was empty, so we actually got to sit down before everyone piled on. Either way, we were back in Watford by about 2:30. That was the moment we realised that we didn't really have any way to get home unless we all walked alone, which we didn't really want to do. Daisy's house was on the way back to Aaron's, so she got to go home that night. The rest of us stayed at Aaron's. He went upstairs to sleep at about 4am, I don't blame him, it wasn't planned that he'd have guests. I don't think any of us got too much sleep, but we got rest, which is what counts.

At 9am I was woken and Eleanor, Callum and myself left at around 10am, they planned to make a pilgrimage to asda before going home, I left them at the nearest bus stop. I suppose I waited about 45 minutes for the bus, finally arriving home at about 11am. Good times.

Thanks to everyone there, as always (:

And now for the year ahead, I'll try to get in some reviews and expectations and stuff before the end of the dreaded January month ^.^