said metaphorical overload being that in quite the opposite of the norm, I haven't blogged in a few days, and too many things to remember have happened. One of the things I was thinking about blogging for a while was that I was going to go a pee pee in the forest, and then I was like 'maybe not, I'm nearly home', and then two really small girls walked by. God is good, and consequently, I don't have a restraining order. Something which I am also desperate to update you all on, but only have been for the last five hours, is that my mummy and dad bought me an ipod shuffle on pretty much the spur of the moment as a early birthday present to stop me getting bored on this engineering course I'm off too on Monday. What I love most is that she was all ready to be like 'so it's not that great, I'm aware that I'm not a good enough mother' and the like, when the reality was that she had bought me like the best ipod in exsitence without really realising, and that she is the best mumsy ever. Once aware of this, she satisfied herself my apologising for the inferior quality of the shiny cool ipod dock, radio and alarm clock she had also purchased. That woman confuses me.
Notice, if you will, the new poll that's been cyber glued to the page. Please use it to make me feel better about myself, because sometimes it keeps me up nights thinking that my creative talent is being sown onto barren ground, and that this truly is a deserted ghost blog.
About Me
- GLD.
- Hey look it's my blog. It boasts features such as a garishly unprofessional custom colour scheme and hugely irregular updates. It is a personal autobiography that exists more for the sake of its writer than its readers. There are many hats and cats involved, and Batman gets his fair share. Basically it's great and everyone should read it. Please care about me and think that I'm cool.
Saturday, 24 July 2010
Tuesday, 20 July 2010
Just the two of us...
By which I mean the two of you. You better be reading this stuff. This Wednesday was pretty much exactly the same as last wednesday, so there is still nothing which warrants my new word 'edacious'. Admittedly, it's not all that unheard of, but Andy Lovell, my volcabulary hero, reprised it from my twice removed memory, that being when you remember stuff, but you know you would never have remembered it again of your own accord. All this said though, I'm not too confident on Andy's use of the word vernacular, and I'm not afraid to challenge him their, despite his stature in the wordsmith heirachy.
Me and Ruth (mostly Ruth) made the cool lady who goes to friendship hour a guitar cake, becuase she accidentally asked us for one, and then apologised when she realised. Happily, however, she still took the cake.
I did windsurfing again today, and learnt to steer a little bit whilst moving. I'm in such a lathargic, water-clogged stupor that I keep forgetting what it was I was doing just an hour ago, but if was definetely windsurfing.
Whelp, sorry for the lack of excitment, you're worth more as my adoring fan base, but I'm tired and need beauty sleep for my big finale as 'GLD' tommorow. Hope to see you guys there. Preeeow.
P.S I finished this, and looked at some other blogs. Literally every other blog in existence apart from mine is stupidly boring, and google keeps giving me blogs about christianity, but only the lame kind. Probably becuase they hacked into my soul and scanned my religion with their demon cookies. But seriously, if all the other blogs are terrible, why isn't mine famous already? Does blogging slowly deteriorate you into an extreme of extrovert christianity, or the delusion that everyone cares about the most trivial of things in your life? I think I'm slipping towards the latter.
Me and Ruth (mostly Ruth) made the cool lady who goes to friendship hour a guitar cake, becuase she accidentally asked us for one, and then apologised when she realised. Happily, however, she still took the cake.
I did windsurfing again today, and learnt to steer a little bit whilst moving. I'm in such a lathargic, water-clogged stupor that I keep forgetting what it was I was doing just an hour ago, but if was definetely windsurfing.
Whelp, sorry for the lack of excitment, you're worth more as my adoring fan base, but I'm tired and need beauty sleep for my big finale as 'GLD' tommorow. Hope to see you guys there. Preeeow.
P.S I finished this, and looked at some other blogs. Literally every other blog in existence apart from mine is stupidly boring, and google keeps giving me blogs about christianity, but only the lame kind. Probably becuase they hacked into my soul and scanned my religion with their demon cookies. But seriously, if all the other blogs are terrible, why isn't mine famous already? Does blogging slowly deteriorate you into an extreme of extrovert christianity, or the delusion that everyone cares about the most trivial of things in your life? I think I'm slipping towards the latter.
Monday, 19 July 2010
Come on...
By which I mean: 'come on adoring blog followers, and follow my blog; come on, complete strangers who stumble to this page and begin to care about my daily doings. I don't even have daily doings! Look at me! Look at what I've done to myself! I'm just a shambles sitting at home, doing nothing, and then trying to make paragraphs out of it. It's like being sick when you haven't eaten anything. Admittedly, Claire just said she'd join my blog becuase it was so good, but the point still stands. I mean, I'm not going to stop blogging, it's habitual, and something you pledge allegiance to against all odds. It's a journey, one of hoplessness and despair, and the destination of which is shrouded in a fog of doubt and confusiong, but it's journey none the less, and I'm glad to have you two with me. I hope one day people will read that and laugh, becuase of how hugely many people follow me, so that I can become a symbol of hope, if only for it's own sake and no other purpose. Besides, if a war or something cool happens, I'll be like the next Anne Frank, only not a girl, and probably not even writing about anything historically relevant. Well, problem solved. I guess there is some strange purpose to this blogging game, but yet a part of me still feels I strung even that to give me something to write about. Oh the vicious circles!
Long paragraph. Anyways, today I went to Harlow climbing wall, but it was a monday afternoon, and I had no harness, so I pretty much just sat alone in a bouldering room about twice the size of a portaloo and pretended I could climb a V3 for two hours. It was all a bit eerie, but mostly just boring.
But, just now, I went to Jonny Lovell's birthday, which involved no main course and twice the desert, cracking mental jokes with blokey blokes, and best of all, Jonny himself dancing to the phantom of the opera for about five minutes straight. He's an inspiration.
As pessimistic a note as it is to end on, I just had a dire thought. What if no one can be bothered? What if nobody is even reading my questions and comments on nobody reading this. Oh well. I shall leave my mark in history. Yes, the blogging scene is definetely for me.
Long paragraph. Anyways, today I went to Harlow climbing wall, but it was a monday afternoon, and I had no harness, so I pretty much just sat alone in a bouldering room about twice the size of a portaloo and pretended I could climb a V3 for two hours. It was all a bit eerie, but mostly just boring.
But, just now, I went to Jonny Lovell's birthday, which involved no main course and twice the desert, cracking mental jokes with blokey blokes, and best of all, Jonny himself dancing to the phantom of the opera for about five minutes straight. He's an inspiration.
As pessimistic a note as it is to end on, I just had a dire thought. What if no one can be bothered? What if nobody is even reading my questions and comments on nobody reading this. Oh well. I shall leave my mark in history. Yes, the blogging scene is definetely for me.
Friday, 16 July 2010
A dilema.
The eponymous dilema being: what do you write in a blog about your day, when your day was not really anything to write about? The highlight of the day has to be me and Ruth telling Mum that some music was Phil Collins, and then her asking if we were sure about 15 minutes into it. It was daft punk.
Basically, my day has consisted of me altruisticly fullfiling the tedious duty which my mother compiled into a list stuck on the fridge this morning, all in preparation for a barbeque which is happening now as I type. To be honest, I'm clearly a fantastic person, because I've toiled all day for the sake of a barbeque which is about as dry as the charcoal we're using to cook it, just because I so much love my mummy. It's days like these that I pine for the Xbox, and begin to resent my father's favourable position in the current stalemate. However, putting it behind for the moment is the best thing to do, because nobody wants anything getting inbetween how cool my dad is and how much we think he's nang, so for the sake of staying on good terms, we're leaving the scandal mostly under wraps.
So, that's about it. Everyone's making there way of for holidays, the internet will dry up like an old well, those regular emailing fans will cease their contact, long lost friends will be lost truly for a couple of months, and of course, in a week or two even this blog will be put on hold. I'm a little tired, and I've got that thing where I get all sentimental and reflective from listening to too much Nat King Cole. Anyways, the laughter from downstairs becons, the party awaits.
Basically, my day has consisted of me altruisticly fullfiling the tedious duty which my mother compiled into a list stuck on the fridge this morning, all in preparation for a barbeque which is happening now as I type. To be honest, I'm clearly a fantastic person, because I've toiled all day for the sake of a barbeque which is about as dry as the charcoal we're using to cook it, just because I so much love my mummy. It's days like these that I pine for the Xbox, and begin to resent my father's favourable position in the current stalemate. However, putting it behind for the moment is the best thing to do, because nobody wants anything getting inbetween how cool my dad is and how much we think he's nang, so for the sake of staying on good terms, we're leaving the scandal mostly under wraps.
So, that's about it. Everyone's making there way of for holidays, the internet will dry up like an old well, those regular emailing fans will cease their contact, long lost friends will be lost truly for a couple of months, and of course, in a week or two even this blog will be put on hold. I'm a little tired, and I've got that thing where I get all sentimental and reflective from listening to too much Nat King Cole. Anyways, the laughter from downstairs becons, the party awaits.
Wednesday, 14 July 2010
Daily Shmaily
this is good stuff, and it's dailyish. Besides, not a whole lot happened in the last two / three days. Ruth decided to cancel the blog competition, solely on the grounds that I'm so much cooler than her, and my musical incompetency cost a complete stranger 20 quid, because she asked me to tell her what a song was, and if I knew it she would win a 20 pound bet with her sister. The song was numb by Linkin Park. She lost her money. Still, I like to put aside my guilt in this area by consolling myself that she probably just made the whole thing up to talk to my goodlooking self, because sometimes self delusion is the best alternative to reality. Quite often, in fact, when it comes to how good looking I am, how much I attract the ladies and the like. In fact, about five minutes after the incident, reality kicked in when a rather large drunk woman in a bikini which, to say the least, did not suit her figure mistook me for one of her friends, who I think was a girl called 'Avy'.
We lost kitten for about five hours today, and then he just turned up on the stairs. He's probably some multidimensional being that just looks like a kitten, and radiates potent levels of cuteness.
If it's any consolation, the reason I've not been keeping this up is because I always try and leave it till the last minute to squeeze in all the things of the day, but at the moment I always end up watching black books before going to bed quite late. So should you, because you'll find yourself staggering around giggling in your head, and sometimes actually saying 'I'm sorry, I ate your bees.'
Also, today is karate, where I learn now to beat up seven year olds and old people in a class of mixed ages and abilities. Another fantastic and uneconomicaly substitute for the virtual glory of our much missed home entertainment system. Video games, I pine for you!
We lost kitten for about five hours today, and then he just turned up on the stairs. He's probably some multidimensional being that just looks like a kitten, and radiates potent levels of cuteness.
If it's any consolation, the reason I've not been keeping this up is because I always try and leave it till the last minute to squeeze in all the things of the day, but at the moment I always end up watching black books before going to bed quite late. So should you, because you'll find yourself staggering around giggling in your head, and sometimes actually saying 'I'm sorry, I ate your bees.'
Also, today is karate, where I learn now to beat up seven year olds and old people in a class of mixed ages and abilities. Another fantastic and uneconomicaly substitute for the virtual glory of our much missed home entertainment system. Video games, I pine for you!
Saturday, 10 July 2010
Miss me?
Hopefully, you'll forgive me for missing a couple of days, just to keep you on edge. To be honest, little changed. The kitten is still stupidly cute, and I think I can safely confirm that the condition is stable. I mean, he's like 'miaw' and stuff. Besides, he climbed a tree, and was just stonkingly cute. It dissapoints me that the society we live in milk the money out of this just as much as every other great thing. I almost bought a small kitten tent today, but my mother told me not to, becuase she is clever, and knows that people know you'll just buy it becuase you picture kitten in the tent, and it's cute, but the thing is that kitten is always cute. I still wish he had a little tent though.
The whole Xbox thing is becoming rather cool, despite that my dad's opinion has little changed. I doubt anyone would hugely appreciate me sharing the intimate and delicate affairs of my family with the public, but basically, even if we don't get the Xbox back for a while / ever, we're going to be doing the the most ridiculous array of activities, such as windsurfing, ballroom dancing, and best of all (and as is typical, least likely to happen of all) kendo, which is attacking people with sticks and calling it a skill, and the closest thing to learing how to use a duel bladed lightsabre in real life. So basically, instead of taking away the Xbox and leaving us until our boredome drives us to find more activities, we are pumping our lives with so much cool stuff that we have no desire for any form of virtual escape. Of course, there's always room in my life for a bit of videogames, but just as much as there is for beating people into unconsciousness with wooden poles.
In recent, and more tragic news, cereal abuser Izzie Keane was accused of assualting Brian Darkly, Spoon Overlord. It's a hard time for Brian, who was said to have been rubbed repeatedly into his abusers face. Brian is now safe and with his loved ones, but we regret to inform you that his assualter still roams free. More tommorrow at whenever.
The whole Xbox thing is becoming rather cool, despite that my dad's opinion has little changed. I doubt anyone would hugely appreciate me sharing the intimate and delicate affairs of my family with the public, but basically, even if we don't get the Xbox back for a while / ever, we're going to be doing the the most ridiculous array of activities, such as windsurfing, ballroom dancing, and best of all (and as is typical, least likely to happen of all) kendo, which is attacking people with sticks and calling it a skill, and the closest thing to learing how to use a duel bladed lightsabre in real life. So basically, instead of taking away the Xbox and leaving us until our boredome drives us to find more activities, we are pumping our lives with so much cool stuff that we have no desire for any form of virtual escape. Of course, there's always room in my life for a bit of videogames, but just as much as there is for beating people into unconsciousness with wooden poles.
In recent, and more tragic news, cereal abuser Izzie Keane was accused of assualting Brian Darkly, Spoon Overlord. It's a hard time for Brian, who was said to have been rubbed repeatedly into his abusers face. Brian is now safe and with his loved ones, but we regret to inform you that his assualter still roams free. More tommorrow at whenever.
Wednesday, 7 July 2010
2 followers!
Okay, I know the whole blogging thing isn't about the followers, but who am I kidding, it totally is. Even more epically, the social waters are simmering between me and Ruth, who word has it is planning to set up a parallel blog and have a blog off. She may have the advantage of going to uni and leaving loads of friends who will want to stay updated, but who cares? This stuff is liquid gold, and pretty soon we'll be crashing the servers with a least several jillions of follow guys. Besides, my adoring female fans frequently inform me (despite my protests that it makes no sense) that I have 'cute grammar'.
In the struggle to regain the Xbox, literally nothing has happened. The house reeks of boredom, which wafts from the awkward silence which oozes about the house. Stay tuned for updates. I did also actually buy Assasin's Creed 2, partially becuase I am an idiot, and also because I am an idiot. Other than this, I'm pretty sure dad can't hold out forever. That said, I have know him to hold out for a long time, but eventually death will put an end to his reign, (just to clarify, this is not something I look forward to in any manner), and I shall finally play once again. Apparently anyone who takes the console to uni doesn't get university fees, and I'd love to argue, but he's the one with the university fees.
Tell you what's entertaining: voicing the thoughts of your kittens toy and begging for mercy. That guy's a saveage.
In recent news, I'm still as fantastically good looking as I was yesterday. Which is a lot.
In the struggle to regain the Xbox, literally nothing has happened. The house reeks of boredom, which wafts from the awkward silence which oozes about the house. Stay tuned for updates. I did also actually buy Assasin's Creed 2, partially becuase I am an idiot, and also because I am an idiot. Other than this, I'm pretty sure dad can't hold out forever. That said, I have know him to hold out for a long time, but eventually death will put an end to his reign, (just to clarify, this is not something I look forward to in any manner), and I shall finally play once again. Apparently anyone who takes the console to uni doesn't get university fees, and I'd love to argue, but he's the one with the university fees.
Tell you what's entertaining: voicing the thoughts of your kittens toy and begging for mercy. That guy's a saveage.
In recent news, I'm still as fantastically good looking as I was yesterday. Which is a lot.
Tuesday, 6 July 2010
For Cereal...
I'm actually doing this. I mean, three days straight (although not technically, as it's one in the morning) is pretty darn impressive. Oh, and a big hello to Duncan Tarrrant, who has publicly confirmed how great he is by signing up/ in / following this blog.
Just to update you all, ('you all' - I love it), my kitten is still stonkingly adorable, even if he has OCD about burrying his poo in his litter tray. On a similar note, ECC's frienship hour remains the absolutely nangest thing going for people over 60. No joke, I help out at the most live pensioners social in the history of ever. I mean, it's just gone from jammin' Israeli jigs to full out garden parties, and is the sole driver of my desire to obtain recordings of said music.
My dad remains uncompromising in his obscure battle to ban the family Xbox forever. Today we wired a laptop into the T.V just to watch a D.V.D, and he literally said nothing. In fact, aside from telling me what he'd done, he hasn't at all mentioned the incident. Either he feels that we have all succumed to his authority, or he's actually forgotten. I eagerly await the hypothetical 'family discussion'. That said, I don't thing I've really expressed any opinion on the issue myself, becuase when I found out I was like "Right, that's great, because I have over the holidays school work and stuff", in a stupid attempt to make myself look adult and mature. I feel a little bad now, but I don't mean to whine about my dad publically and behind his back, becuase he is for the most part tremendously wise and stonkingly cool, hence I love the man to bits. It's just that I desire to cast the burdens of the day away, and free my thoughts into the spacious virtual realm.
Speaking of casting burdens, one of the dyspraxia highlights of my day has got to be at friendship hour, when we were singing 'Cast you burdens unto Jesus', and someone asked what the action for casting was. After that, I kind of started thinking about casting in general, and it's many meanings, and Half Life's Vortiguants, which, in a stupendous display of lack of social awareness, led to me to loudly punctuate the song by exclaiming 'Gal Garem Garhhhllechk Gash', and the like. Has anything ever been more nerdy and disabled?
The kitten has stolen Ruth's insulin pen, which I feel could be a genuine attempt to kill her.
Just to update you all, ('you all' - I love it), my kitten is still stonkingly adorable, even if he has OCD about burrying his poo in his litter tray. On a similar note, ECC's frienship hour remains the absolutely nangest thing going for people over 60. No joke, I help out at the most live pensioners social in the history of ever. I mean, it's just gone from jammin' Israeli jigs to full out garden parties, and is the sole driver of my desire to obtain recordings of said music.
My dad remains uncompromising in his obscure battle to ban the family Xbox forever. Today we wired a laptop into the T.V just to watch a D.V.D, and he literally said nothing. In fact, aside from telling me what he'd done, he hasn't at all mentioned the incident. Either he feels that we have all succumed to his authority, or he's actually forgotten. I eagerly await the hypothetical 'family discussion'. That said, I don't thing I've really expressed any opinion on the issue myself, becuase when I found out I was like "Right, that's great, because I have over the holidays school work and stuff", in a stupid attempt to make myself look adult and mature. I feel a little bad now, but I don't mean to whine about my dad publically and behind his back, becuase he is for the most part tremendously wise and stonkingly cool, hence I love the man to bits. It's just that I desire to cast the burdens of the day away, and free my thoughts into the spacious virtual realm.
Speaking of casting burdens, one of the dyspraxia highlights of my day has got to be at friendship hour, when we were singing 'Cast you burdens unto Jesus', and someone asked what the action for casting was. After that, I kind of started thinking about casting in general, and it's many meanings, and Half Life's Vortiguants, which, in a stupendous display of lack of social awareness, led to me to loudly punctuate the song by exclaiming 'Gal Garem Garhhhllechk Gash', and the like. Has anything ever been more nerdy and disabled?
The kitten has stolen Ruth's insulin pen, which I feel could be a genuine attempt to kill her.
Monday, 5 July 2010
Back for more?
Probably not, in reality, as some how I doubt the three facebook friends who read the first post will be so captivated as to pledge allegiance to my daily dronings.
Anyways, seeing as you're here, although perhaps only hypothetically, I shall continue regardless.
Today was the Davenant Sixth form orientation, and all went well, other than some quota-filling beurocrat deciding that if all our teacher gave us work for the summer, we would clearly become hugely better at independent study, and therefore be better at sixth form. In a shocking display of cruel irony, while I was out collecting all these assignments, my sister failing to hear the door knocker resulted in my father removing the power cable of the Xbox, quite patronisingly and without any consultation, thus depriving me of beutiful, pointless relaxation in the upcoming week, and replacing it with the most dreary and pointless of essays and the like.
I realise now that I write a lot on this old thing, and I thought about cutting back, but then I was like 'no. This is good stuff'. I'm not really sure that this is good stuff, or even partially decent stuff, but it made me feel better. Besides, this fills time, which is something I'm going to have plenty of now. I have decided to actually get people to call me 'GLD' [see 'about blog', or something of the like], but I doubt I will succeed in this plight, save for a few converts who are taking to it quite heartily, and one person who is agreeing to it solely on the understanding that I don't bring up a particular girl in reference to them being attracted to said girl. They aren't even attracted to said girl, so their annoyance bewilders me, but I'm cool with being called GLD. Eat up, my ever hungrier and more deluded ego.
Anyways, seeing as you're here, although perhaps only hypothetically, I shall continue regardless.
Today was the Davenant Sixth form orientation, and all went well, other than some quota-filling beurocrat deciding that if all our teacher gave us work for the summer, we would clearly become hugely better at independent study, and therefore be better at sixth form. In a shocking display of cruel irony, while I was out collecting all these assignments, my sister failing to hear the door knocker resulted in my father removing the power cable of the Xbox, quite patronisingly and without any consultation, thus depriving me of beutiful, pointless relaxation in the upcoming week, and replacing it with the most dreary and pointless of essays and the like.
I realise now that I write a lot on this old thing, and I thought about cutting back, but then I was like 'no. This is good stuff'. I'm not really sure that this is good stuff, or even partially decent stuff, but it made me feel better. Besides, this fills time, which is something I'm going to have plenty of now. I have decided to actually get people to call me 'GLD' [see 'about blog', or something of the like], but I doubt I will succeed in this plight, save for a few converts who are taking to it quite heartily, and one person who is agreeing to it solely on the understanding that I don't bring up a particular girl in reference to them being attracted to said girl. They aren't even attracted to said girl, so their annoyance bewilders me, but I'm cool with being called GLD. Eat up, my ever hungrier and more deluded ego.
Sunday, 4 July 2010
Welcome, you wonderful lucky people.
The more I think about this, the more I think I'll be like one of those types who writes on a blog, and doesn't really have it read at all, but it's cool because I should write more anyway. Today is a good day for starting a blog, I just finished all the GCSE shibaz a couple of weeks ago, so today is a good day for doing just about anything. In short, today is a good day.
Since I am new to the whole blogging palava, (don't you just love how much that sounds like pavlova? N.B - Use it more often) I'll just state my current state of affairs. Possibly the latest and greatest headline in my existence is that I purchased a Nerf Night Finder, bolt action dart gun, and have developed an addiction over the last few weeks, whcih has led to the buying of 8 batteries and a Maverick semi-automatic. About 4 weeks and £20 later, I am a happy, if slightly deluded, man. I think the coolest thing about Nerf is the potential for playing Humans Versus Zombies at university. http://humansvszombies.org/ So far, there have only been four games in England from what I can gather, but the craze is coming, and I'll fight for the cause.
Speaking of zombies, I downloaded the trial of 'I MAED A GAME WITH ZOMBIES IN IT', and I'm compelled to get it. Somehow the addition of screaming riff driven infection surges, pixel worms, gooey amoebas and weird greey fuzz asteroids is exactly what the classic top down, dual stick zombie shooter needed. By the way, if you don't like zombies, a few of these posts could get a little boring.
I quite like this whole blogging thing. For one, it saves whenever I stop typing, which is worth experiencing just for the sake of the innovation, and for some more, I quite like the sound of my own voice, whether it be to reflect on recent occurences more consciously, or just to fill the silence in my head, which is probably a result of several days of doing very little other than Team Fortress 2 in the abscence of school. That said, I've been to my youth's - http://xlyouth.co.uk/ planning meeting, and plan to go to many more, partly becuase they land me in ammatuer movies where I get to pretend I am stonkingly attractive and sporty, and partly so that I can say 'I'm an important man, I go to planing meetings' whenever I deem neccesary.
All in all, I think that's not a bad first post. Maybe I'll become some minor blogging celebrity, except I'm not sure those actually exist. Still, there's a first for everything. Watch out, Steven Fry and the intellectual likes of your satirical possy. GLD is on the rise.
Since I am new to the whole blogging palava, (don't you just love how much that sounds like pavlova? N.B - Use it more often) I'll just state my current state of affairs. Possibly the latest and greatest headline in my existence is that I purchased a Nerf Night Finder, bolt action dart gun, and have developed an addiction over the last few weeks, whcih has led to the buying of 8 batteries and a Maverick semi-automatic. About 4 weeks and £20 later, I am a happy, if slightly deluded, man. I think the coolest thing about Nerf is the potential for playing Humans Versus Zombies at university. http://humansvszombies.org/ So far, there have only been four games in England from what I can gather, but the craze is coming, and I'll fight for the cause.
Speaking of zombies, I downloaded the trial of 'I MAED A GAME WITH ZOMBIES IN IT', and I'm compelled to get it. Somehow the addition of screaming riff driven infection surges, pixel worms, gooey amoebas and weird greey fuzz asteroids is exactly what the classic top down, dual stick zombie shooter needed. By the way, if you don't like zombies, a few of these posts could get a little boring.
I quite like this whole blogging thing. For one, it saves whenever I stop typing, which is worth experiencing just for the sake of the innovation, and for some more, I quite like the sound of my own voice, whether it be to reflect on recent occurences more consciously, or just to fill the silence in my head, which is probably a result of several days of doing very little other than Team Fortress 2 in the abscence of school. That said, I've been to my youth's - http://xlyouth.co.uk/ planning meeting, and plan to go to many more, partly becuase they land me in ammatuer movies where I get to pretend I am stonkingly attractive and sporty, and partly so that I can say 'I'm an important man, I go to planing meetings' whenever I deem neccesary.
All in all, I think that's not a bad first post. Maybe I'll become some minor blogging celebrity, except I'm not sure those actually exist. Still, there's a first for everything. Watch out, Steven Fry and the intellectual likes of your satirical possy. GLD is on the rise.
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