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Today I went into the city centre with my Mum, basically to just have a look around. It was a pretty cool experience, cause I rarely spend alone time with my Mum. We just had a look around a few shops, but nothing major.

The city centre tended to comprise of business-types on their lunch. I had to laugh at one man, who held a scary resemblance to Sam-Wise Gamgee. He was one of these who had an air of arrogance about him, and he definitely shot a condescending look at both of us. The most amusing thing was, he was talking on a clearly recognisable £10 Motorola phone and wearing a £15 suit jacket from ASDA. Here's an idea for you, Mr. Arrogance, before you can look down your nose at people in an attempt to make them feel around four inches tall, make sure you look the part.

Another thing that actually shocked me was the amount of business' falling victim to the credit crunch. There were an equal number of 'Closed' signs to the number of 'Open' signs. Sights like this make me hate the country I live in even more. I haven't been under a rock, and so I'm fully aware that it's a global crisis, but by the looks of things, Britain has been, by far, one of the worst hit. To make matters worse, it's government is headed by a fat, Scottish idiot who has no idea what he's doing - in my humble opinion anyway.

Hello out there to all the five viewers of my blog, (huge amounts, I know), and I came up with the idea of basically charting every single year of my school life in a set of posts. I'm gonna do them consecutively, year on year, just so you get to know me a little more - and because, well, it'll be nice for me to remember how I grew up and all of that sentimental crap.

I remember a lot of my friends went to pre-schoools... or creche's before they went to nursery. I think their parents sent them off in the hope that they'd become little Einsteins, either that, or just so they could do the bad thing. In reality the kids tend to go there and eat, throw paint at things and pull the teachers hair. Oh, and vomit... so I've heard.

I can remember a lot of the kids in my Nursery group cried, like, uncontrollably when their parents left them for the day, but I was like: 'Yeah, fuck you muthafucka's' and ran through the nursery doors excited about learning. Our Nursery was very cruel actually, it's perched on the top of some huge hill, which is still incredibly steep for me now, and I'm 6 foot 1. I'm fat now and I was fat back then, and so to actually get to the nursery in the first place, I'm surprised I didn't have to lie down and drag myself up by clawing at the asphalt. It was terrible, and we all had to do that every single day - and I could always see the teachers watching us struggle at the nursery windows. They were all sadists, obviously.

I do associate certain things with every year of my school life and I remember one thing about my first day, and one thing only. The sink. It was made of a hideous industrial steel and it was absolutely huge, bigger than my bath-tub at home. How sad is that? The only think I remember about my first day of education was a gargantuan sink. I was mesmerised by it.

There was also quite a bit of realisation for me. We were all four and five, yet they all seemed to know about sex, two kids, I won't say who, even had sex in the corner of the little courtyard behind this little fort we'd all made. It was just crazy - and it was a massive thing to me. Of course I went along with it and pretended I knew EVERYTHING about it, but really, I had a feeling everyone was a little confused and terrified.

Hilariously, my most vivid memory of nursery was when I accidentally swallowed an entire biscuit, whole. I was so proud of myself, and walked around, secretly thinking 'Yeah, I'm bad-ass, I can swallow biscuits... WHOLE'

So yeah, the rest is a bit hazy, but if anyone happens to come across this blog, just post a comment below - you don't even have to be a member of blogger to do so, and if I know you - you'd better post a comment - telling me about YOUR time in nursery. Did you even go to a nursery? Was it good, bad? Any vivid memories or can't you remember a thing? I'd love to know.

Adam,

xo.

Today, Laura, Paul and Nicky B came over and we had a bit of a spazz about. We watched Wall-E which is such a cute film, loved it - especially the parasol robot which is the most epic thing ever. I'm really tired at the moment and I don't really know why - oh - it might be to do with the fact that we trekked across the land, navigated sheer rock faces, and slid down slippy grass verges all in the aim of getting to a castle ruin. It's really cool up there.

Oh, also - if you look below at the 'Touch Me' post, you will read about how my parents bought me a new iPod Touch - guess what turned up today? Yeah, that's right - my OLD iPod touch turns up - absolutely unbelievable.

Adam,

xo.

Short post is short because I'm tired.

God. Seriously. Fucking hell. Man.

Laura is all moody, of course she claims she's not... but one word replies, two if I'm lucky, no jokes, says she ain't busy... Whether it's to do with me or not is irrelevant, the fact remains that she won't open up, and isn't that what being in a relationship is all about?

Fail.

Adam,

xo.


EDIT: Just been for a walk in the nice, cool evening air. Walking generally doesn't do it for me unless I'm upset - but it's a way to escape from everything and driving yourself mad. So, whilst walking along with my music on, me and my thoughts had a little one-to-one. Regarding the paragraph above, I'm not going to delete it, as it was what I was thinking at the time - but I think I need to chill. If Laura wants to tell me what's wrong, she will, and if she doesn't, she won't. Simple. If I continue to ask her, it'll only piss her off and in due time, cause an argument, so I should just chill. I really enjoyed my walk too, apart from when I was nearly ran over and killed - I don't really want to talk about it much but it terrified me. Puts things in perspective... you know?

Adam,

xo.

Okay, well today I got my new iPod Touch! I was so touched when my parents went and bought me it - it was a complete surprise and considering it's now my third one, I got quite emotional like the woman I am - ahah. I'm now mobile though - which is totally awesome. Gary also got a little Advent Netbook, which is so tiny, but totally uber cool.

Today I also walked (don't let my 'run' twitter update fool you) up to my Grandma's and we watched a film called Niagara which was from sometime in the '70's and it starred Marylin Monroe, whom, I have to admit, isn't... or rather wasn't, that great of an actress, but who am I to judge, huh? I'm a small... not physically of course, kid with big dreams. Why should my judgement matter?

Right now then, I'm spectacularly bored, although I think I might watch a film online and tell y'all what I thought later on.

P.s: Ross was taken aback by the fact that I didn't mention him in my blog, so here goes. Ross, this is for you, an obilgatory post in which I say nothing of any real importance. Be happy with it or suffer a painful death.

Bye!

Adam, xo.

This is my cover of Apocalypse, Please by Muse. I'm tired, and can't be bothered writing much more. Desolé.



Adam, xo.

It's currently around eleven o'clock at night, and whilst peacefully on video conference to Laura, I hear out of my bedroom window some weird kind of explosion. At first I thought nothing of it, but then there were loads, and constant exploding noises. My friend Melissa, who lives nearby said it was louder by her, but when I went into the garden it sounded like it was all around me. It was pretty scary - a couple of minutes later, it all went silent; it was really scary.

Nothing much more to blog, other than the fact I finally have a proper template that I really, really like, so that's finally sorted out and done. Talk to y'all soon.

Night night kids,

Adam,
xo.

... and shoot me.

Yesterday I was able to make fun of the fact that I was bored - thus creating less boredom for myself, as you can see in the blog below. Today, however, I have not been able to do such a thing. Boredom has lost it's... as if it ever had any... novelty. I have no idea what to do with myself, no idea what to talk about and in fact - no idea about anything. Weren't the summer holidays supposed to be fun-filled? They have so far, so I guess I don't deserve much more enjoyment. Damn monotony.

Right now, my hair looks like it is home to a vast array of avion and I can smell bacon, but it's obviously coming from next door. They're mocking me and I don't like it. One bit.

I'm going on holiday in six days now for a week with my friend Josh - so that's what's keeping me going at the moment. I'm pretty busy next week anyway, with various social outings and what-not... for some reason, boredom makes me write in proper, posh syntax. Trust me when I say... I don't speak like that. It should be pretty damn awesome when we go off, because we're stopping on the most haunted street in Whitby. FunFunFun. I'll probably take pictures, videos and all other kinds of multi-media delights for your viewing pleasures too.

PS: My brother has just informed me that he's been invited to the same party as me... from MY friend. For fuck's sake. Can't he stay OUT of my social life? He'd kick up a right stink if I started nosying around his friends. Bastard.

Adam,

xo.

I'm currently sat in my bedroom at my awesome-tastic desk listening to Lady Gaga and on video conference to Laura. I was laid on the bathroom floor talking to her earlier, as my retarded brother took ahold of the bedroom and my father was downstairs in the living room. My back is now killing me from such activities.

Boredom has totally, and completely consumed me today - to the point in which I have just spent one entire hour of my day messing about with my blog. The result of the hours work means that the 'Wonder of the Week' widget, has been replaced with a box in which you can see my Twitter updates. I wish they'd do a Facebook one - I sure as hell use that a lot more often.

I haven't had anything to eat today. I'm pretty sure that it's a good thing... *silences stomach* ... as it means I'll lose weight. I guess I'm alright with the way I look some days, and then other days I just see a massive tub of lard, with no control of his personal appearance. Today I've experienced both extremes. Right now? I see a massive blob of ugly.

Anyways kids. Time for me to go - this time - I promise.

Adam,

xo.

I've been surrounded by quite a bti of negativity recently, sometimes blurring my view. I've just been reading one of my old friends blogs, and she seems to be in a very dark place at the moment. How bad must your life be if you're constantly trying to end it?

So. This got me thinking - naturally. I never really tell any of my friends or family how much they mean to me, and how much I appreciate them. They are my life, and the reason I wake up in the morning. My Mum is my rock, my Dad is always there, and my Brother is my sparring partner. My friends are the greatest people on the planet and I love them all dearly, and I've never met anyone like my girlfriend, whom I adore, before... in a good way of course. (I think ;))

I've just been watching a vlog by Michael Buckley, (another one), and it really cheered me up - because reading that blog kind of upset me. He basically said, 'You Are Enough' and you know what? He's right. I like that little phrase, so for anyone reading - whenever you're down remember - 'You, Are Enough'

Failing that - remember the words of Hannah Montana - 'Life's what you make it, so let's make it rock'

FUCK YEAH. I'm superawesometastic.

Adam,

xo.

P.s: The picture to the right is why I love my girlfriend so much. xx

Lately, I've been noticing a severe lack of moulah. I'm constantly wanting to go out into town with my friends, constantly wanting new clothes, accessories, games, CD's, everything else, you name it - and I never have the money. I quit my job due to my knob of a manager, but I can't get another part-time job due to the band, and subsequently, sixth form. It kind of sucks. I find myself looking around the Internet, contemplating what I like - and then I realise that you have to PAY for things in this world. Scandalous.

Anyway, lately my life has been pretty boring and uneventful. I'm off away to Whitby with my mate Josh on the 15th though, so that should be pretty damn epic, I can't wait for that. I'm going sea-fishing for the first time in a tiny little boat, so I'll let you know how I most probably feared for my life, and how I felt it was because the boat didn't meet current regulatory standards or some other bullshit. Clearly - it will just be me hiding the fact I was screaming like a girl.

I have a few awesome things planned for next week though - my girlfriend is coming over on Monday and then I'm off to my mate Paul's on tuesday. I'm probably going to rape him of his PS3 or something.

So yeah. Another random, boring and unrelated post for the lose. Man - I've been lacking in the inspiration department recently. I need to go out, and become inspired by my surroundings, by my friends, and by other people.

I need more.

Adam,

xo.

I want my own bedroom. Now. I know how bratty that sounds, but quite frankly I don't care. My brother is the biggest retard sometimes. He's brust into te bedroom we share, and since we share it, he has full rights to do whatever he wants. So as I'm quite happy video conferencing with Laura and listening to my music, he picks up his old, decrepid guitar (seriously, that thing is the Gandalf of the guitar world - old, useless and gay) and begins to play a warped and off key version of Misery Business.

This is obviously the reason I want to escape this house and live on my own as soon as possible. I like to have things clean and tidy and I like everything to have it's place - but living in the same room as my lame-ass, messy and careless brother means I can't have things clean and tidy. No - they're always dirty and messy.

Bring on university.

Adam,

xo.

So perhaps the blog title isn't the most inventive of titles - but how can one be inspired when one has to tidy ones room. Right - enough of the Queen's english.

I really should be tidying the mess that I didn't create, but instead, I've slumped onto my bed and began blogging about nothing in particular to procrastinate, even though I'm fully aware I'll have to finish this bedroom before five o'clock tonight. The only thing that's cheering me up is the iPod docking station I randomly found in my kitchen. It's playing me the sweet melodies of said 'Wonder of the Week'. I think it's a cool little widget - I'll update it every saturday or something, so keep and eye out for it kids.

I also took a picture of myself marvelling at the docking station. I love how 'docking station' makes it sound like something from Star Trek. My hair is half-straightened in that picture, and I look a bit retarded. Also - no matter how hard I try, I can't hide the shame that is the Leeds United badge plastered all over my bedroom wall. My DVD play also makes a star appearance.

Adam,

xo.

Is simply, the greatest album to have spawned from the music industry this year. It's by Demi Lovato in case you didn't know, and it's so absolutely fantastic. The lyrics are so strong, deep and meaningful, and the vocals are out of this world. The music is so catchy too - and it helps that none of it is auto-tuned to, she's a true talent.

So, this blog is kind of random and unrelated, so I'll probably shove it into the 'Ramblings' category. Okay, something occurred to me. How great is my life? I mean - seriously? I know how arrogant and conceited that sounded, but I don't care to be honest. I've had... an epiphany if you will. I have the greatest friends in the world - all of them are really cool, loving and there for me. I love how I can talk to any of them and they're there for me, and I hope they feel the same. So... yeah.

Alright, so since getting back from Newquay, I haven't really done much, although yesterday I spent a couple of hours watching Sex and the City episodes from episode 1, season 1, online 'cause I'm that cool. I also got thinking about my future... again.

I'm going to be in sixth form soon, and I know it's going to be a lot different from the education I've experienced so far, and since we get to be in a form group with our friends, I know the social side will be a lot better than it has been thus far. All of the idiots I really didn't get on with have gone, along with a few dear friends that will be sorely missed, but that means all that has been left is the friends I hold dear. Sixth form is going to be immense, and I know it.

Surprisingly, I can't even wait for University, and that's two whole years away. I can't wait to live on my own, with a room-mate, (if I'm still with Laura, she can't escape her fate) and having the freedom to go out shopping in the streets of Leeds, buying clothes, CD's with your best friends each weekend, and also learning in such a free environment.

Anyway, that was all kind of ranty and pointless, and probably made hardly any sense to any of you guys, but I don't particularly care.

Ps; Paul got Facebook. The world is going to explode.

Adam,

xo.

You know, there's something depressing about returning to where I live after being in the sun. Everything is so dull, dreary and grey in comparison. The journey home was long and boring, and even more so when Paul refused to text back, rendering me cut-off from the entire world.

I'm tired, and therefore incoherent, but I'll just inform you. I returned to realise someone had been stabbed on my street. How fun. It just goes to show how much of a shit-hole my place of residence (posh syntax ftw) actually is. I think my hatred for *place* is un-paralelled. I just want to be given the chance to take off and fly, you know?

Short blog: over.

Adam

xo