Congratul-day To You...

Well today's been Sunday all over again...

If you didn't know, the UK goes through things called 'Bank Holidays' I'm not sure if they exist else where, but around here, if you're and unemployed, or otherwise employed but stay at home person like me, then you will probably see them as a great bore. It's like having Sunday all over again. And I know what you're thinking - my Sunday's aren't actually that bad. Well, yeah, neither are mine, but they're not so good that I want to have another one the very next day. It's like Christmas and Boxing Day, they're two Sundays smashed together - and then, if you're really unlucky, it'll snow all week and it'll be a week of Sundays.

My Sunday usually entails, getting up at a decent hour, realise it's a Sunday, and then realise everyone is still present in my domain. I know what you're thinking now - your domain? But don't you live at home and your parents own the house? Well yes, you'd be right there, on both accounts. But this place is my domain, for the single undeniable fact that I'm here almost all the time. I suppose this rant is partly to do with Cabin Fever. But Sundays are about Housework, Gardening, Cooking, Cleaning, and then sitting - in that order! You, I'm sure, have nice Sundays. Sundays when you don't have to do anything at all. I don't think I've ever had a day of doing nothing on a Sunday, or for that matter while I've lived at Home. There's always something to do, and I'm always the one who feels enough guilt to do the sodding chore!

Something else you should know. I am the eldest of three, and the other two are as follows - sister, who is just about the laziest person I have ever known, who has apparently gotten away with not paying my mother Summer Rent because, as my mother said yesterday 'she works'. Now I don't know about you, but I'm quite certain that if my sister works, that certainly makes her more qualified to pay the rent that her unemployed and completely degree-worthy brother - Me! And finally my brother, who isn't lazy, he just doesn't care about the things you want him to do. He might do them, at some point, but he's certainly more busy doing something else. He feels no guilt and will gladly watch my short mother climb ladders to put things away, rather than she passing things to him so he can just put them away - without the use of a ladder.

Well that's how I feel on a Sunday, and to think a Bank Holiday is double that. But until I'm the famous writer I plan to be you will be stuck reading my moaning, and my pleas, and my emotional teenage trauma. I think you like it.

Anyway, this isn't what I actually wanted to talk to you today about. No! Sometime after my last post, at 11pm to be precise, I reached my 1500th pageview - which I have to admit is a big thing for me. I've never known people to hang around and listen to everything I have to say for that long. And on this, my 83rd Blog I wish to thank you my readers. For being there through the though times and the funnier times. I've enjoyed writing these blogs, and I hope you've enjoyed reading them. So here's to the next 1500 pageviews.

Though I need your help to get me there...I know this might seem completely impersonal, but I write it out every time and I'm just reminding you that the facilities are there - so...

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Carpe diem, until next time bloggers...

P.S. Tag? Psst, Tag?...HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!

Traveling Laziness...

As you can probably guess from my blogging antics and my general outings...

Last week, or possibly the week before, I told you all about the new regime I was going to undertake. Well, unfortunately, as you can probably guess, I haven't been able to keep up with such demand, my life as it is.

Yep, as you can also probably tell, I am lying almost completely. I'm a lazy sod sometimes. Lazy and unproductive.

Tomorrow I shall return my laptop to it's factory settings so if you don't here from me, I've definitely broken something. Actually, now that I think about it, I don't know whether that's a good idea or not.

So, right now I'm watching 'Paul' with my mother, whilst drinking a pint of 'Apple-tini' (because I drink girl's drinks in men's sizes) and relaxing in the evening. I don't know why I'm relaxing, because I've been almost horizontal for quite a while. Man, I'm so lazy. Perhaps I should apply to more Online Magazines, or perhaps I should get in contact with the Carmarthen Journal and Trinity College, and try to liaison the two.

Meh, that's just an idea.

I've been driving. I know right, driving. It's going well. I don't know whether I'll be driving before Christmas, but that would be a nice thought. My dreams have been getting less strange and more straight forward recently, but I might tell you about that some other time.

I've been spending the weekend with Tag, Cherrybelly, HB Sauce, and Dark Horse - and sometimes Pill, who was over the internet. And next week I shall be attending a Stag-do - my first Stag-do experience - and the week after that, my first wedding of friends, and then we have CZA (Carmarthen Zombie Apocalypse - click here for tickets), and then with all this busy business, I've got a House Warming very far west at some point. The Master still needs to tell me when.

Now I should probably go because I've rambled on far too long, and my sentences and grammar has gotten bad and I lose stuff cos me bad too. So...

Comment if you want to start some sort of dialogue on here. That would be cool.

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Dreamland Adventures...

Well I just woke up from a lovely, if very peculiar dream...

All was quiet, I was doing housework. The television was on, and the person next door was using a chainsaw...

Now I don't know about this fact because the person next door in reality is an OAP, I suppose she could own and operate a chainsaw.

Either way, turning round I realise that my sitting room is full of my University Flatmates - odd I know. And we must have ordered chinese, because I walked past my friends and into the porch where I saw a purple people carrying vehicle stop abruptly and the two indian versions of bill and ben raced down my driveway and smacked into my glass fronted door....

We used to have a glass fronted door, until I put my steel-toe-capped-boots through one of them - this was an accident. We don't have glass fronted doors anymore.

Moving on, we thought it was going to be a nice round £20, but Bill and Ben had decided £16. Quite pleased, I exchanged the money and they gave me their entire change tin. I doubted there was just £4 change in there so I think I took it. Getting in and dividing up the food we realised that it wasn't all accounted for, or that is Wodge ate HB Sauce's Wonton Noodles - why wontons are in noodles, don't ask me. We called the chinese back, and said that they had missed out one of our dishes, and they delivered promptly...

Now I don't quite know what happens next, but bare with it.

It was now either late at night, or just twilight still, I think the sitting room curtains were shut. And HB and I were talking, and I said something smart and snarky, and she smiled and tried to punch me, but I defended myself with a pillow - at least I thought it was a pillow, it seemed more like a full travel vacuum bag. Anyway, Tag and Cherrybelly were then dressed up in oversized suits, they were either Sherlock Holmes, or the Thompsons from Tin Tin. Cherrybelly had the oversized collar as well. It was an amusing sight, but I saw them climbing a dreamy hill, with trees and a cliff for some reason. And then HB said something about a 'date' and 'friday' but I couldn't understand her. And she pointed to the Olive trees, one at the top of my street, the other right next to me...

Now where I was in comparison to anywhere else, that would have been a terribly inappropriate place to plant an Olive Tree, on some 18th Century Furniture, but there you go, this is dreamland.

And as she pointed to them she said she could change them, and the Olive Tree turned into a Crab Tree. I don't know why. Crab meat is very nice I suppose. The chainsawing began all over again, and the purple people carrier arrived and I woke up.

Now if you know anything about dreams, then you should probably leave a comment down below in the comments bit.

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The Start Of A New Life...

Busy and warm...

Well today I have done:

- 20 Pushups

- 30 Sit ups

- Walk the Dog (5 minutes)

- Walked to Town (25 minutes)

- Walked back from Town (25 minutes)

So, I shan't be starving myself today, though have I been doing my writing and reading? The answer...

Not yet. Though, as we all know I am going to have to deprive myself of sleep until both those things have been done.

Well today I have been doing Finance. I changed my Euros (I know it's been 3 weeks) back to the good old Great British Pound. And then, I deposited it in the bank - as is the norm - and upon arriving home I have been bombarded by paperwork to try and claim back money from my favorite institution - Trinity Saint David.

So it's all been fun and games. And nor have I been idle, if you thought I might have been. Tag and I have been talking, and we've decided to do something about our unemployment, or at least do something while we're unemployed, either to make some money or just to make some fun so we can practice our skills. But keep watching this space and you might find out something to your benefit.

Now might I point your attention towards the side bar to your right? There is a Poll over there, and it will change every week. So please go over there and fill it in. Right now!

And now we've gotten those pleasantries over with many I capture your attention once more, just this time I implore you to keep reading. For many years now I have had a favorite artist on deviantArt and this artist does wonderful pictures like this: (which is my favorite)

And if you too like this artwork you can go to Little-Voices' Gallery here. Though, after that lovely light note, to leave off on, I shall disappear.

Carpe diem, until next time bloggers...

Note To Self...

Okay just a quick note to myself right now after some rather grounding news I just received through the telephone. It reminded me that life still continues on, and nothing is forever, and life is always changing, even if I don't see it concealed within these four-walls of safety and parental ownership.

So the quick note starts now. From tomorrow morning onwards you will do the following things every day until you are - a. Fit and Handsome (Vin Diesel), b. A Published Writer, and c. A Paid Professional.

In order for all this to happen you must do the following every day for as long as it takes:

- Vin Diesel it up. This means exercise for at least an hour a day, even if it means joining the gym.

- Writing at least a thousand words a day. They don't have to be the right words, but they do have to be written to form the routine.

- Read at least one Chapter of one Book a day. This will make you more knowledgeable of your field and allows you to see what your enemies are writing. (That last bit is for drama, I have no enemies...except you Tag!!!!)

And if I do not do these three simple things, then I am letting myself down and falling into slobbery and laziness. Therefore, as a punishment, I will starve myself if I have not exercised, or deprive myself of sleep until the thousand words have been written and the Chapter has been read.

I know it's harsh on myself, but how else am I going to get my slovenly self to do anything?

And if you know that I have not done these three simple things then you too should punish me.

Carpe diem, until next time bloggers...

P.S. Tag, you're not my enemy, I was only kidding.

The Results...

Well my day went well... (LIES!!!)

But before I begin today I would like to bring to your attention the Poll in the side bar over there >>>

Please answer it accordingly and I'll get back to you. Anyway...

Continues!

Yep, I managed to do a few things today. Well to this point. But most of the things I've done today weren't on the list I wrote this morning. I'll just make a list of this I did not manage to do today, compared to a list of what I have managed to do:

I Have Not:

- Written Lots

- Read Lots

- Started my Ebay Entrepreneurial Schemes

I Have:

- Made Breakfast, Lunch, and Dinner

- Eaten Breakfast, Lunch, and Dinner

- Spoken to HB Sauce Lots

- Applied for My First Proper Job

- Blogged Twice

- Seen myself on the Proms

- Washed Lots of Clothes

- Cleaned the House

- Written the First Paragraph of a competition entry

- Watched the Rain

- Fixed the Internet

- Bought Lino

I Plan To:

- Read to Chapter 10

- Finish Draft 1 of the Competition Entry

- Lock Myself in My Room until all that is done.

So with that all written down here I realise that whatever I plan, or have not planned, my days are busy no matter whether they're productive or not. Tomorrow it will be attempt two of productivity.

Carpe diem, until next time bloggers...

P.S. Here's another song from Meekakitty to cheer you all up, and as always if you like this video or anything else Meekakitty does then you should probably subscribe to her channel by clicking here and then pressing the subscribe button until you're subscribed. Enjoy!

Wizard Love...

Just a quick note before I get on with my productive day... (I hope...)

Today I will be writing and reading, and possibly starting my Ebay Entrepreneurial Schemes in an attempt to empty this house of clutter. But first I just wanted to show you something I really really love right about now, apart from the cup of tea I hold at my side, and the full belly of cereal I currently have. No! The thing I love right now is this...

And yes, she's a red head, I know. I don't think that makes me biased...does it?

If you liked this video or anything else Meekakitty does then you should probably subscribe to her channel by clicking here and then pressing the subscribe buttom until you're subscribed.

Carpe diem, until next time bloggers...

P.S. I might be posting in a little while to tell you about my productive day. Fingers crossed I've done those few little tasks.

P.S.S. Damn, I've also got to apply for jobs. Forgot about that aspect of my life!

Something New...

It occurred to me last night, whilst speaking with my friends/peers/betters (what ever you wish to be known as) that this blog could be of more use for me as something productive, than something or rather some place for me to moan and groan about the pangs of life. So, after 75 Posts to Making the Unmissable Missable I am going to turn everything around and use this space as a productive workshop for my ideas and a hunting ground for new ones to be slaughtered on this page like freshly squeezed words from a pen.

And without much further ado, may I present to you something I re-found recently, as it was something I wrote inspired by 'L.A. Noire' while Tag was still playing it before the summer. I really must acquire that game somehow. Anyway, I how you enjoy whatever this is or even cold be, and if you have any ideas, don't hesitate to inform me through the proper channels.

Also, for your information, in my older age I've lost the ability to title my scribblings so I've simply labled this 'Something New' (OMG he said the title of the blog in the blog! I love it when people do that!) in the hope that something new will happen and indeed get titled.

“His face. That is all I remember. The creamy eyes to the deep lustful lips. He had no hair, but dark skin. He wore a collar of blue feathers, and...and... I do not remember much else I’m afraid to say. He was with them. He was one of them.”

“But you don’t remember?”

“I remember enough. Or what was left to me to remember. He took them, he took my memories. I have had no childhood, no youthful experiences, no first love, or murder, or betrayal, or happiness. It is strange to think that I have no happiness in my life. I might have done once might you think? Though all I remember is the here and now. So inspector, ask what you will.”

“But you’re here. How can’t you remember God-damn-it?! HOW?”

“I do not know how. I do not know who, where, or when if you are going to ask those questions as well in your enquiry. I simply do not remember.”

“Bullshit. Alright then, riddle-me-this smart ass. Why?”

“Why?”

“Yeah, you said you didn’t know how, who, where, or when, so why?”

“I see your reasoning. I do know why.”

“Well?”

“Well what, inspector?

“Well tell me Motherfucker!”

“I understand. You do not need to become aggressive inspector. The reason why they needed to do this to me is because they needed this to be done to me. Otherwise you would be asking me all these questions and I would be lying to you.”

“You little shit. You think this is funny do you?!”

“It would have been an amusing outcome would you not say inspector?”

“Who says you’re not lying to me now?”

“Careful inspector, one might think you might lose your temper. I don’t think it would be good for either of us. I would be battered or bruised or dead for one, and you. Well you would be discredited. Disgraced, humiliated.”

“Er, Inspector Sir? ...Sir? ...John?”

“Yes what is it?”

“The Super’s down the corridor and you’ve got the suspect by the neck. Do you want him to walk free?”

“No, I want him to confess!”

“Well as we both know inspector, my memory has been erased, and we both know that I cannot answer any of your questions, and the more I think about it I am becoming less inclined to do so anyway. You have been showing me your true colours after all.”

“John, we need to go. It’s not our case. John quickly for God’s sake.”

“They knew you wouldn’t talk, didn’t they?”

“Would if I could.”

“John, let’s go!”

Carpe diem, until next time bloggers...

P.S. I will more often than not be moaning about life soon, so don't worry those of you who enjoy reading the disappointingly teenage angst this twenty year old goes though. Oh how immature I am.

You Know When...

Well I'm about to play Saint's Row 1...

I'm going to Dark Horse's Birthday Party this afternoon/evening/tomorrow morning/day...

And most importantly, monday, tuesday, and wednesday were terribly productive. Not at all for my career but for my housework load, my gardening, and my social life.

Monday: HB and I went shopping in Cardiff, we had Sushi, I spent lots of money. I hope a great time was had by all, especially me. Is that creepy when I say things like that? Anyway...

Tuesday: Everyone, well nearly everyone, piled into HB's house to shelter from the Riots that have been occurring throughout the country this week, so we could play DADAD, or for those of you who don't know Dragon Age Dungeons And Dragons. Sad I know, but we were bored, we made it up, and we have fun playing it.

Wednesday: I was roped into cutting down some trees, and hedges in our back garden, and you know what, it has left me drained pretty much for the rest of the week. Which is why I have managed to collect so many things for the Legend of the West costume on Red Dead Redemption. I have it now, and I look pretty all the time!

And for those of you who don't know. Last weekend the Carmarthen Zombie Apocalypse website went live, and you can now find out more and buy tickets for the event here.

Carpe diem, until next time bloggers...

P.S. Next Week I shall begin my new regime, early starts, exercise, writing, the whole shebang, or I will get tired by Wednesday. Who knows.

No Reservations...

Today I have decided that I am going to write...

I don't know what yet, but I am going to write something. I've sort of tidied the house, and I have of course watered my Pumpkins, made myself breakfast, even though it was disappointing without the usual Banana and non-stale cereal, and put the washing out.

I have also decided that I don't really like PG Tips, Typhoo is my tea of choice, one sugar, and a drop of milk. I know, I'm common.

I am now watching No Reservations, and I am enjoying thoroughly. Oh damn my neediness for Chick-Flicks!

Why am I telling you all these things? Well the truth is, to get my mind off a few things. And I imagine you can guess which few things those would be...

Planning birthday parties that wouldn't be approved of or holidays that will not happen is not a good use of my mind, though it would be a very nice thing to do...if I had the money.

Now I had best go and do some writing, perhaps respond to a letter I received while I was away. I don't know, something needs to take my mind off things.

And while I remember, I would like to inform you that I am not Cardiff's International Poet of the Year, but oh well. I'm not a good poet, I know that.

Carpe diem, until next time bloggers...

The Italian Adventure...

You know your holiday begins when the plane you're sitting in magically lifts off from the ground and zooms through the air at a terrific speed that only something made of metal and stuffed full of human beings can do. This was my first plane ride and may I say it was quite an experience.

And from a map enthusiast's point of view it was a Cartographer's dream. I loved seeing Britain, France, and Italy from the sky, but that wasn't my only joy of being up in the air. Seeing clouds and their shapes, and the differing levels making their own little islands and mountains and forests. It was just brilliant.

As for the touch down, it was quite relieving for a first-time flyer when the entire cabin exploded, I know that's probably not the best word to use for plane travel, but the cabin exploded with applause. It's only a bit strange when the plane actually touched down, and the Italians' applause turned out to be a bit premature.

Stepping out into the heat of the southern Italian sun I could hardly believe anyone could survive in such a climate. After a short car journey we arrived at the house we would come to call home for the next two-weeks.

Needless to say it was lovely and we went traveling all about the place from our Italian HQ. One of my first comments about Italy was that it was 'sooo blue!' That was obviously a comment on the sky and sea, and not the land itself. The land was, well, Italian, covered in Olive Trees and Sunshine. Oh how Italian it was.

One of our first outings was to a town called 'Lecce' which was absolutely spectacular as my first taster of Italian life, architecture, and heat. Leaving more than half the group on the pedestrian roadside eating superb ice cream we travelled a bit more taking pictures, knowing how to get back due to this...

Or so we thought, as we returned to this...

And this...

It's fair to say, we were lost, though we returned, unscathed, and unflattened. Italians like to drive in their historic and pedestrianised town streets. And for that matter, the Italians like to drive almost anywhere, in a very lazy and speedy fashion, turning without indicating at eighty-mph and even tailgating a police van through a traffic jam.

Moving on, the holiday went on very much like this for two-weeks. And we saw many brilliant and mystical things. Much to the disappointment of my more atheistic readers (Hi Tag!) these mystical things were mainly churches and sanctuaries. From golden ceilings...

To altars in catacombs...

And Cathedrals in fantastic mountainous villages...

But none of these things matched the magnificence of the white city of Ostuni. From the motorway you see a white stretch across the hills in the distance, and when the sunshines the whole city glows. Then, following the road, you journey down into an Olive Tree Forest. For miles this forest stretches then the road climbs a hill and you look over the forest and up at the hill...

And Ostuni lies before you. White stones piled upon one another to form this city, the unknown brilliance of the south.

And that was a summary of my Italian Adventure. If you would like to see more photos then by all means click here. And until next time my blogging readers...

Carpe diem, until next time bloggers...

To Venture Forth...

Just a short entry now to let all Nine of you that I'm still alive.

Italy was brilliant - pictures, videos, and stories to follow in the next blog.

How are you all? I need to catch up with the rest of the social world now.

New plans for HB Sauce. I don't know what new plans, but new plans need to be made. She's already avoided the first of many 'date' traps my Bridgend friends have set up. She will probably continue doing so, if I know her well enough.

Vin Diesel is going to take a bit longer than I had anticipated.

I'm going to the hospital tomorrow for a few scans to make sure I'm a-okay. Sooo...wish me luck. I have all the confidence that I'll be fine. I have friends in high places who can move forward scans arranged for the end of the month.

And that's about me caught up since I left. Now is time to get on with the whole life thing - jobs, driving, writing, you know life.

So what have you guys been up to? Comment for god's sake!

Carpe diem, until next time bloggers...