The first boring day....

Wow.... four days on and I get to a block in writing a daily blog.... Literally nothing fun or exciting has happened today, apart from the fact i've stayed in my PJ bottoms and not put a top on. Which sounds like the makings of a good day right? A lazy day where we don't even need to get dressed... not really fun or exciting is it? Yet when someone asked me what I'd done today and I said "Absolutely nothing"... they say "It's alright for some!". Well actually no. It's not alright for some. It's not actually alright for any. It's actually awful. If you were really envious of me doing nothing and being bored shitless all day... then I dread to think what you did!!! So I asked them. "So what did you do today that was so bad?" and they said "Not much... Went shopping with my friends, bought some clothes, went to pizza express, found some money down the side of my chair, came home and it was really tidy because someone had cleaned the house while I was out, and now i'm getting ready to go out and get wasted.".... It's a hard life ain't it? Cunt.

E-mails

Okay, so tonight I'm gonna go and see my other half in a play... Yay! It was lucky because I almost didnt manage to get tickets, but I managed to book them before they sold out, however it was only two days ago, and so there isn't really the time to send them to me... But do not fear! because a helpful email will be sent to you that you can print out and take with you that will act as your ticket! Hooooray! So I bought the tickets... and recieved three e-mails. Yep, not the one handy email i was expecting, but three very UN-handy emails, all giving useless information which I am pretty sure is not going to get me into this play... Which leads me onto how POINTLESS most automated e-mail sevices are. Some of them are incredibly handy, but most of them tell you things you already knew, like what I used to pay for my tickets, or where my tickets are being sent. I know what I used... BECAUSE I BLOODY USED IT! If you are seriously too incapable of remembering what you used to pay for things, or where you sent something, then thats your own problem. I don't think us normal people should be sent ridiculous e-mails reminding us what we did just moments after we actually did it. And if you are going to send us an email full of useless information, can you send us ONE email full of useless crap, because in sending us three emails full of useless crap, we have to take time out of our day to look at each of them individually and say "Oh look! its another email of useless crap", because heaven forbid if you just delete that email without checking that it is useless crap, it won't be, it will be notification of a rather large re-embursement that you need to recieve by replying to that email, which you won't do, because you assumed it was useless crap and just deleted it. Automated e-mail systems are ruining the e-mailing fun for everybody, and for that, I am NOT grateful.

Survival of the gym...

WTF just happened in my life?! One moment I was on the cycling machine... next thing I know I couldn't see and im dripping like a tap. The only solution I could think of was to collapse on the floor, so thats what I did. I dunno how long I was down there, but some woman came over to me from the treadmill to check if i was alrite. I told her I was, and she randomly asked me again, and I told her I was fine (again), and that I just needed to get my energy back, to which she replied "I'll just go get someone then." Now this is the reason people get virus's on thier computer. I understand that is a big leap in convosation topic, but I swear to you they are linked. I keep getting these lovely people come up on msn trying to add me as a friend. And being a wonderful person as I am, I always oblige and click 'add'. Now these people are wonderful!!! Truly brilliant!!! First, they ask me if i'm a man, and no matter what I reply with they always come to a conclusion that I want to see them naked and ask me to follow a link. Now, because I'm not a four year old mentally retarded sheep, I can see this is a virus... HOWEVER if i was friends with the girl from the tredmill, and was used to her twisted convosation patterns and thought processes like "He's told me he's fine twice.... maybe that means he needs help...", I mite find a thought pattern like "I asked him if he was a man, and he told me to fudge off cos he was on farmville having a WHALE of a time!!!! So, OBVIOUSLY he wants to see me rub my titties on webcam!" quite acceptable... Hence I have only to conclude that those mentally retarded sheep virus's are made only for that girl from the treadmill's friends, who (lets face it) really don't deserve access to the internet anyway...

So...... blogging eh?

So all these people are getting these blog things and I figured "You know what... its been a while since I did anything remotely creational... and I fail at keeping a diary... so I might as well keep a bloggy thing.... plus I need somewhere to put all my random thoughts into." So then i came over to this place and set up an account.... and hence the epic journey begins...

Thought of the day revolves around mothers.... How do they manage to make you feel like it would have been better if you had never been born all the while you are living at home and then as soon as you leave home, they miss you so much they speak to you for an hour and a half on the telephone... AND REFUSE TO LEAVE!? What is that all about?! How many times do you have to say "Alright mum I have to go now!" before they stop telling you about how the fridge broke in the shop or how your father caught worms off of next doors cat? I'll tell you how many times, because I counted, THIRTEEN. No word of a lie boys and girls, thirteen times I had to say that line before I could finally remove that handset away from my ear and allow myself to shutdown and reboot....
If anyone has anything to add to this thought, give us a comment! (By us I mean me.... mild scitzophrenia starting to appear I think) :-) And i think that will do for my first blog entry....