Fly...

Thought not. I haven't really posted in a while, probably due to that fact that I have a pillow book. It's a lot easier to write in it, I'm not constantly having to moderate what I say in case some of it is taken in the wrong way. It's getting a bit frustrating to be honest, but, eh? There's nothing else I can say, eh, eh, eh, eh. For those less informed, I just let my sentence flow into that of a Lady GaGa lyric. Do you love it?

I'm currently reading the blog of someone I know, and it's making me feel physically ill. I used to be quite close friends with her, and it's upsetting me that she's vividly describing how she is going to kill herself. She doesn't really care about the people it will affect. I don't really want to dwell on it. Such a selfish act.

Anyway, it's now the weekend and I'm looking forward to getting all of my work out of the way and just having a bit of a relaxation session. It seems for the past couple of weeks I haven't been able to stop, although I kind of crave it. I've also got band practice tomorrow, which is good, because we haven't really done that in a while. I'm looking forward to going back to Joshes kitchen instead of the studio.

I just need a camera right now. My blog just seems so empty and boring without any pictures, so I usually just trawl the internet to get pictures of celebrities or current happenings. I think I'm probably just going to start stealing my Dad's and taking pictures of just when I'm out and about - it's easier than describing anything with a hell of a lot of words.

So, what's going on with me? Well me and Amiee have decided we're going to start writing to one another, and so I'm going to buy a folder to compile all the letters I receive from her and stuff. It'll be nice to have an archive of retardness from her; heaven knows she'll be getting one from me.

I haven't been updating as recently as I used to, and that's due to a couple of things. Mainly because my work-load from sixth form and the fact that I have a pillow book to write in - which is a lot more private and it makes it a lot easier to be completely honest and stuffs.

Riight, well that was a pointless rant, I'm now going to go forth and enjoy my day of homework and then nothing-ness. Yay.

Adam,

xo.

Oh, how I'm a sucker for a Love Story. I'm currently reading an amazing book entitled 'This Is All: The Pillow Book of Cordelia Kenn'. I haven't really gotten that far into the story, I'm only on the hundreth page or something, (there are 800), but it seems like a very nice, honest portrayal of love, growing up, life, death and all of the little bits in between. I probably won't post much in the future, as I have a very private, more enjoyable pillow book of my own to write in every day.

Anyway, this music video made my heart melt, and appreciate Laura so much more. It's an amazing piece of artistry.

Hey you guys, I haven't blogged in a couple of days now, but since I have no homework, and nothing much else to be doing, I've decided to blog and give you some kind of reading material - unless, of course, you have homework - in which case, I urge you to press the red X in the corner of your screen; I wouldn't want to be seen as a bad influence now, would I?

Okay, so what's happening in the world of Adam at the moment? OH! Well me and my friend Amy are planning to become summer Au Pairs in France so we can expand our knowledge of the French language, and of the French culture; which will be useful as we both plan to live there in the future. I'm looking around at the moment, but nothing is really popping up at me. I think I'll get her to help me along in the search. The whole point of doing this is because our French teacher has promised trips before but has ultimately disappointed us. I think we're going to go to the Norman Barnett or something trust to get £500 each from him - to pay for flights - and then basically what will be spending money. But sshh.

Before I go, I found picture of Hilary from a very recent photoshoot. She is just the epitome of absolute perfection. I totally would.

Adam,

xo.

P.S - Stay true to yourselves.

One thing people tend to compliment me on is the way I deal with criticism, or the people trying to put me down. It's funny, because I never really made a conscious decision to ignore those who find it hilarious to try and put me down; I guess that approach just came naturally...

I don't really bother with the people trying to make me feel two inches tall, because at the end of the day, they're nothing in the grand scheme of things. One lyric, whether this sounds sad or not, that comes to mind everytime I'm experiencing some kind of hardship is one from the song 'So Yesterday'.

'Laugh it off, and let it go and
Come tomorrow, it will seem so yesterday'

I'm always reminded that whenever someone is trying to put me down, or make me feel like my life isn't worth living, tomorrow is another day and I've got to be somewhat selfish and ignore their opinion. If you can't love and respect yourself, who can you love and respect?

What's it like for you guys? - Reply please.

Adam,
xo

I was sure that this evening I wanted to write a blog, but I wasn't particularly sure what I was going to write about, so after a quick search in the colossus searching machine that is Google, I came across an interesting web page that lists certain topics for blog posts. The one that really caught my eye was one encouraging bloggers to list, describe and ramble about how they spend their money; so here goes.

A massive amount of my money goes on clothes, mainly because I think one of the best feelings in the world is the one that makes you feel good about yourself. I always under-estimated fashion when I was younger, but as I've grown older, I've realised what kind of an impact it has on my every day life - especially now I'm wearing what I want every day for sixth form. There's a standard to reach, if you understand. I don't know what it is, but I just enjoy the feeling of looking good, even if on the outside I look like a tit, it wouldn't matter to me, because I feel like I look good inside.

Another large chunk of any money I get goes towards the purchase of my first car, as well as the insurance and tax - not forgetting the lessons that allow me to drive in the first place. For my first car, I'm not really overly bothered, as I'm probably going to scratch it in some way, whether through a collision with a wall, or whether it's a lamp-post. I've been looking at Ford Fiesta's on eBay Motors, and they seem relatively cheap to run, buy etc, so I'm probably going to buy one of those. I can't wait for the independence, fun and practicality of having a car.

Talk to you later kids,

Adam, xo.

Hello everybody out there in blog land. Yes, it's true, I haven't blogged anything in a couple of weeks as my internet was down when I returned from Whitby, but fear not, for it has just been put back up and I am yet again unleashed upon the world!

What a huge difference a couple of weeks makes, huh? I'm now an official sixth form student, and I've just come home from my first day, and therefore, I'm a little tired if the truth be told, so don't expect some amazingly long comeback blog, 'cause you ain't getting one. I know, I know, I'm the skid-mark on the pants of blogging entertainment.

In fact - that's it... I can't be bothered to write much more - apologies.

Au revoir mon amis.

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.

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

I just saw a cool video by Michael Buckley on YouTube entitled, 'The Real Me', and it got me thinking. I've never sat down and just thought about the real me, so I thought I might as well do the same, but in a text format.

I guess, there are loads of different versions of myself. There's the school version of myself to begin with, and I plan to kill this person. When I'm at school, I'm larger than life and very eccentric, and even though that's me sometimes anyway, it's not all the time, which I think my friends realise when they meet me outside of school. It's funny, because, subconsciously, I have made this extra part of myself, and I don't know why. The 'School Adam', sometimes comes across as being offensive and too much for people, and whilst I still jokingly insult people, due to my dark humour, it comes to the forefront a lot more in School Adam.

Then there's 'Family Adam'. I find that I'm never my full self when with family... well my extended family at least. Say, I'm with my Grandma or Auntie, I become quite an introverted, 'model' child and it's not because I feel uncomfortable in their presence, but mainly because I feel it's how I should behave around them. It's just... not me though.

What I'm saying is, there are many different parts of me, but when it comes down to it, I'm a rather sensitive, thoughtful and emotional person, and neither of these points comes through in any other 'alter-ego' if you will. Only a select amount of people know this side of me, and whilst I'm a funny, out-going and attention seeking person, I'm also a kind, loving and insecure one.

Just a thought for you all.

How many parts of you are there when you look?

Adam,
xo.