Fly...

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