I went to Glasgow yesterday (with the parents and sister, a happy family outing) to buy some CD's. I ended up spending all my money. Doesn't matter it's the end of the month, I'll be getting more money soon.

I forgot to take my lip-bam with me and ended up getting sunburned lips. Why do my lips always end up burning?

We went to an Italian place where I had pasta. I resolved to make sure I didn't spill any sauce on myself but I ended up doing it anyway. I had to walk all the way back to the car park with a massive red stain on me. No one seemed to bat an eyelid.

I have just finished listening to the CD's I bought and now have a throbbing headache so I'd better stop talking now.

In other news I've managed to set myself up a web site so if you click on the link at the bottom of this post you'll end up there. Thank you.

Web Site

So, I have decided that I am going to start up a web site. It will be a lot easier for me to keep all my internet things together like that (yes all 3 of them). Course I'm not going to fork out money for it so I'm happy with having a plain old sub domain.

So far I've tried 4 different providers. Two of them said that "itsinmyeye" is already taken (I really did not expect that),one told me after going through the whole sign up process that it couldn't create my site and the last one I went to managed to create my site but I can't log in. AGGGGH. And I thought setting up this thing was hard work.

Routine

I left school thinking "at least I can get out of having the same old routine each and every day". Oh how wrong was I. Every dam day I've been doing the same thing. I sleep till midday, get breakfast in bed, get up around 1, wash, listen to music, go on the computer, eat dinner, go on the computer, go to bed. It's even worse now as I have no motivation to do anything. I keep on not going out anywhere for a lack of money and anytime I actually do want to go out I can't find anybody whose available. All my friends work and I'm sick or my family. This is going to be a hellish summer that's for sure!

Sick Porn

I'm such a fucking idiot. I was moping around a messageboard and stupidly clicked on a linked provided by someone who had been banned from the site. I then got hundreds of pop-ups of seriously disturbing sexual images. I tried to get rid of them but more kept coming. My computer by this point was telling me that I had gotten a virus and a trojan. I couldn't switch the thing off so I tried to pull out the plug but I couldn't move the desk out the way to reach it. Finally the computer crashed. Thank god. I'm just grateful that 1.-I have anti-virus software, 2.-It's late at night and my family are sleeping so there was no danger of anybody walking in while all this was happening.

The moral of the story is-think before you click cause I sure will.

My Message Board

Whoo, I now have 4 members. God its pathetic. I'm giving a big thank you to golfer for becoming my 4th member. I seriously appreciate it.

If you would like to join then here is the URL for it;

http://itsinmyeye.proboards44.com/

Like I said before the hyperlink is not working so if you copy and paste the address into your address bar you'll get to it.

Many thanks.

Joke of the week

I haven't done this for a couple of weeks and I can't think of anything else to post so here we go;

A man walks into a bar with a slab of tar under his arm and says "A pint please and one for the road".

HA HA HA HA, great, huh?

Clocks

I am going crazy. My computer has been moved to another room. It is better as I get disturbed much less than I did before but there is one problem-clocks. There are these 2 big clocks in this room and they have this choreographed ticking thing going on. They both tick really loudly as well. I'd moved them but I really can't think where else to put them. No matter what they're always going to annoy somebody. That somebody just happens to be me.

Majorca (Part 3)

There wasn't a lot of positives things about the week but the weather was good. Except for one day where there was a massive storm. We were on the beach at the time and suddenly the sun went away. A few minutes later there was a rumble of thunder. Every time there was a flash of (fork) lightening I somehow managed to miss it. I was gazing at the sky almost constantly and every fucking time I looked away someone would gasp that I had missed it again. When we left the beach we went into a restaurant and a small while later the rain started. The restaurant was getting flooded. The waiters moved all the tables, chairs and electrical equipment My feet (along with many others) got soaked. I was shocked when I looked out the window and saw hail-stones hitting the ground. So yeah, that was about the biggest excitement of the holiday.

The shops in the resort were shit to say the least. I, for the first time ever, arrived home with most of my spending money. I bought a few t-shirts and a mechanical hand thing and that was it.

We were going to maybe go on an excursion or two. Possibly to Palma or these cave things that a lot of people talk about. But no, we didn't as it was too expensive.

On the way home I was hoping to spend some of my money in the duty free but we arrived at the airport late and didn't have time. I wanted to buy a cute stuffed fish and now I really wish I had even though I'd have missed the flight.

So that's it. My 2005 holiday to Majorca. I've just got to pray that I'll never be there again.

If your attention didn't wander then thanks for reading.

Majorca (part 2)

Yes, yes I know I said I'd put the second installment of this fable up yesterday but I was too busy listening to the new CD's I bought.

So anyway back to the holiday.

As I was saying the apartment left a lot to be desired and I pulled a muscle and was in agony because of it. It's fair to say the week wasn't looking hopeful.

On the first morning (and every other morning) I was woken up by the sun shining directly in my face. It meant I couldn't lie facing the window for an hour or so which was a bit of a pain. Throughout the entire week I felt tired constantly. It was strange I began to think that I was ill. Course I wasn't ill I was only tired from the lack of sleep which was making me delirious constantly. I was acting pretty weird most of the time.


So on the first morning we found out that the beach was miles away from where we were staying. There was a little train thing we could take instead of walking but it wasn't any better. There was always a huge crowd of people waiting to get on and the driver packed us in like sardines. Not pleasant. Being crushed against sweaty bodies in 30C heat is not what I had in mind for a relaxing holiday.

The beach was fine there were a lot of kids running about but they were good for providing entertainment. On one occasion I was sitting behind a yuky straight couple who were all over each another in the most sickly of ways. Just after they had finished covering themselves in sunscreen a little girl ran up to them, grabbed some sand and through it on to them. God it was so funny. I tried not to laugh but couldn't help myself. Kids rock!

I'm getting tired now. The next part will be the final one. I'll post it either tomorrow or Tuesday.

Majorca (part 1)

So as you should all have figured by now I was away on holiday in Majorca. Before I went I was going on about how I was not looking forward to it and I felt that it would probably be my worst holiday so far. My god, I was right. O.k so I didn't get mugged or end up in hospital or anything dramatic but I didn't exactly have a whale of a time either.

The annoying thing was that the weather had been bad until the day we left when it was suddenly hot and sunny.

This flight out was at 8pm which meant there was the whole day to wait around. We ended up at the airport at like 3.30 and the check-in didn't open till 5 so that was pretty dull. It was my dads fault he freaks out before flying and always wants to get there early.

I bought a Scotland t-shirt at the airport so that people could tell where I'm from as I get sick of being mistaken for English.

Like most people I hate going though passport control as you have to show them your terrible passport photo. This time they were giving me funny looks as I do look pretty different from the photo. They were of course internally laughing at it.

Like usual the first thing I did when I got my seat on the plane was to make sure there were no cracks on any of the windows near me (I'm paranoid). It didn't help that I had watched a documentary on channel 5 about a pilot getting sucked out of the cock-pit window.

The safety video always makes me laugh. The music in the background makes it seem all exciting and dramatic. The fact that the cabin crew just stand in the aisle while the video is being played and near the end they gesture where the nearest exits are makes it somewhat even more amusing.

I was impressed with the meal (chicken pie), I found it delicious whereas everyone else seemed to be grossed out by it. I think I'll phone up My Travels catering and ask for the recipe. 10 minutes after we had eaten of course the turbulence started. It was pretty rough, the lights were flickering and the cabin crew had to stop walking around. It made me feel kind of queasy plus I had a sore stomach like usual which didn't help.

We landed at Palma at around 11.30. The one annoying thing about Palma airport is that you have to walk for miles to get anywhere. Good for preventing DVT I suppose.

In the coach that was taking us to the apartment complex I was falling asleep listening to my mp3 player loudly. I was no doubt bothering people but who cares.

When we reached the place and had been allocated a room it took a while to find it. All the others who got off the coach along with us were following us which was rather unsettling. Luckily for us the security guard pointed us in the right direction and ignored everyone else, leaving them standing gazing at their maps.

I pulled a muscle in my arm carrying my suitcase up the stairs (there was no lift) so that caused me to be in pain for the entire holiday. The second that I entered the apartment I went on a quest, to no avail, to find the balcony. Finding out that we had no balcony wasn't a good start. To me it's the most important part of the room. We did have a terrace thing but it was very open plan and was right at a flight of stairs so we had to make sure we were decent before stepping out into it. Me and my sister managed to claim the bigger bedroom before the parents found it. Unfortunately for us it was at the front where buses and taxis were pulling up all night. The sheets were slightly grubby and my sister was franticly searching for dirty marks on them and throwing a wobbly every time she found one.

The living/kitchen area was very archetypical of these places, in other words totally tasteless. The couch was a sort of blue burberry. Yuck. The bathroom to me smelt like faeces, I quickly pissed my mum off by mentioning this.

We were also directly above an arcade so that was good for keeping us awake.

Apart from all that the apartment was wonderful.

Part 2 tomorrow.

I'm Back

Hey there faithfull readers! I'm back at last. I would post my blurb about the holiday right now but I can't be bothered. I'll start tomorrow and do it in installments. This post really has no point so I'll stop yaking now.

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Oh well. Till next week, adios.

Happy birthday me

Yes, it was my birthday yesterday. I got what I wanted/expected PLUS a digital radio, which I am impressed with. I have been listening to kerrang constantly. It feels weird to hear music I actually like being played on the radio. Anyway I won't go into what I did yesterday or what exactly I got because I know it's boring.

Since I am now 18 I am classed as an adult. Which is crap-it was more fun being a legal "child". That's a lie, it's exactly the same. I hate it when people say to me "well you're one year older". No I'm not I'm like a week older than I was last time I saw you. People are so dense.

I had my annual hair-cut yesterday as well. My head feels strange now. It's a lot lighter. I still look the same as I did before though. Hairdressers hate me-I don't bother trying to make small talk with them I just sit and read a magazine or stare at the ground.

So I'm going on holiday on Wednesday. I'm going to pack my stuff tomorrow. I've never left it as late as that before. I usually have everything packed a week prior to departure. All my good clothes are being washed at the moment so I had to put on stuff I haven't worn in years. I'm am currently dressed like a chav. I cannot go out because of this. Mind you I'd probably get a feeling of power going out like this, everyone would be scared of me. They are normally-for different reasons though. Small children have nightmares after they see me. HA HA HA HA HA HA HA. It's great.

Anyway I'm now going to go and moan at people in some random message board. Please join mine. It's looking even more miserable than before.
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Have a nice day.

Holidays and birthdays

I woke up yesterday morning and I suddenly realized that I am going to Majorca on Wednesday. I woke up and thought "wow,a week today I will either be waking up in a different country or my body will be floating to the bottom of the ocean". It seemed to slip my mind when this holiday is. I was making up a list of things to take this morning as I'm incredibly forgetful. Course I'll have forgot to put most things on the list and will therefore have half of what I would if I had not bothered with the list.

It's not just forgetting to take stuff, there was the time when I didn't take my bag off the coach and it them drove away with it in its clutches. Now I always sit on the coach hugging my bag for dear life.

My birthday is two days away (Sunday). I don't want to be 18, 17 is way cooler. It will be a boring day really. I don't have any big party planned and if for some unknown reason I get a surprise party I will not be pleased as I am not a fan of parties.

I'm apparently getting money from my parents but they won't specify how much. Probably a tenner. Cheap skates. Bet I won't even get a birthday cake. Mind you if I don't it would probably have something to do with the fact I said I would rather just get the money for the cake.

I hope everybody who's remembered gets me money as I hate the awkward moment of opening up a present to find something (usually clothes) I hate. In fact I don't think I have ever gotten clothes from anyone that I actually like. I hate the way the gift giver will stare as I un-wrap the gift and watch my expression with the utmost contempt when my mouth downturns. I'd like to say "it's the thought that counts" but no its really not. I wouldn't be best pleased to open up a box of thoughts for my birthday. That's kind of what I got last year, I won't go into that. Can't be bothered, I need a lie down as my eye is starting to throb.

Thanks for getting to the end. Have a mediocre day.

Bored again

I've got no more exams, no more school, no more studying and 4 months of nothingness. I wish I was still at school.

Yesterday was my chemistry exam. It was as difficult as I expected. I didn't make it any easier for myself by not studying of course. It got to the point about 2 hours into the paper where I decided that I could never get the answer to some of the questions so I decided to write answers which I thought were funny instead. Everyone I told about this called be a moron and I now agree with them. It was a stupid thing to do but at least some examiner somewhere will get a laugh. No doubt they'll think I was being serious. Oh well, it's not like I'm likely to meet them ever.

In other news I would like to thank kickme, lalala and geni for joining my message boards. Please join people as I desperatly want to be loved. Have a nice day anyway.

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