New Phone New Blog...

So here we are again, after nearly two-weeks of beautiful and scorching weather for the beginning of Autumn, the rains have returned...

Hello everyone, how have you been? I've not been up to much, and yet I've managed to fill my days with just about anything - which is strange for an unemployed person.

I've started a new story, one no one has read yet which I post on a Friday on devinatArt - the links of which you will find below. Have a read, and let me know what you think.

- The Prologue

- Chapter One

As for anything else, housework and xbox play a key part in my day-to-day now - with the odd text and phone call to a few people. It's all routine now. The dog wakes me up at 3am maybe 4am - I let her out, shout at her, and then go back to bed. I get up when everyone has left the

house at 9am and I start my day of cleaning, writing, reading, and xboxing.

At the moment I'm only xboxing because I'm writing reviews - I know exciting right? Links of which can also be found below. But that problem with the reviews at the moment is that I didn't quit on one review - a certain fable if you will - and I tried and failed too many times on that one review so I'm not in my editor's good books and I'm on my last chance. So fingers crossed the review I sent him this morning should re-assure him.

- From Dust

- Mass Effect 2

- Red Dead Redemption

In other unfortunate news, my phone died - but don't worry I have a new one. And this Smart Phone, using one of its many apps, told me that if I worked out for half and hour every day, and ate right, that I might just lose 88 pounds by 2015. Now 88 pounds is 6 stone, or 39kg, I don't know about you, but putting it that way, compared to how much I weigh now - 288.4lbs (you work it out) doesn't seem like much. Does it?

I've forgotten to tell you something secret, and it'll stay that way until I know what's happening. So watch this space for excitement - hopefully.

Carpe diem, until next time bloggers...

P.S. Here's something I used to do to get people to blog. But if you want to join in then by all means leave a comment down below, or start up you're own blog. I don't care which, I just want to share the blogging love.

Anywho - Question: If you were a food substance, which food substance would you be?

I would be either a Hog Roast or an odd shaped Potato. Go forth and answer the question!!

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...

Salutations, Shalom, Hello, Greetings...

Hi, I'm Tom and I enjoy life.

People say that they enjoy my company, and that my ideas and insights are welcomed and informative. I have the Smart Persona, the aura of a smart person - I don't believe this for obviously modest reasons.

I know many people, all of whom say some slightly differing accounts about me - though there are some definites that they might all agree on:

1. Appearance: I haven't weighed less than 20-stone in almost 7 years.

2. Age: I have definitely been told that I was born in the wrong century, and that I would be more at home in a quaint English countryside as a farmer in the 17th-18th Centuries.

3. Laughter: My laughs vary, though I have been told that my are one of my most memorable traits.

More about me:

I'm tall. I don't drive. I can eat. I don't have to eat. I'm single. I 'moo' when I sleep. I have written a poem while fast asleep (this was recently). I've broken my leg and walked home on it (this was not recently). I can cook good food. I never do. I speak the Queen's English and no other Language (well a little French, but that was a long time ago). I have a fear of the dark (namely outside in the dark). I have been mugged (this explains the dark thing). I'm writing this for the sake of writing this (so stop reading if you get bored). I have a deviantArt account (http://ajaxthegreatest.deviantart.com/). I want to become a successful writer. I don't think this will be possible (but we'll see). I've just finished the 2nd Year of a Creative Writing Degree in Carmarthen (I hope I've done well).

More interesting matters:

Okay, so let's talk about the 'writing a poem while fast asleep' bit. It was last week, either Thursday or Friday morning, and I wake up. My notebook, which had been sat on my desk, was now flat open on my bedside table. With pen lid on floor and scriblings on the page. I had subconsciously written, what appears to be a love poem. This poem details a certain fancy for a certain someone - let's call her Chaplin (well my flatmates tell me that the poem seems to edge on for the liking of Chaplin, at least). So it would appear I like Chaplin, whether I knew it or not. Chaplin being this girl who came down from North Wales to stay with us in Carmarthen for a few days (that's right, just a few days). So she came, she went, and I thought that was the end of it.

She being the good friend of my flatmate - let's call her Bells. Who is going out with Tag (okay I'm carrying on with the whole anonymous thing), who might just be reading this right now - Hi Tag - if you know who you are. So they, and my other two flatmates, Wodge and Pill, have been trying to set me up with just about anyone - or so I've been told, and it has been strongly hinted at. Especially with one of my other flatmates, HB Sauce.

Anyway, so she came, she saw, and she apparently conquered. And now I think I quite like her - well my subconscious seems to be hinting towards as much. And I've been writing more of the same poems - not in my sleep - but on the recommendation of my American friend, Clockwork (this being the sort of self-therapy I apparently needed). So I've embraced the dreams, and now, as of June 1st, I have stopped having them. I miss the vivid dreams - I think I miss dreams in general.

But that's me, until next time bloggers...

P.S. The Poems are found on my deviantArt (http://ajaxthegreatest.deviantart.com/) I imagine you can guess which ones they are.