I havent written a blog in ages, that is mainly because i just dont see the point any more plus there is very little in my life worth writing about at the moment, nothing new anyway - I cant be arsed to do my homework and yet am getting away with it so i probably wont do it until i am threatened at gun point to do so - ive been playing 5-a-side football for the last 2 weeks and am likely to be going for a third consecutive week, good for general fitness bad for everything else, it costs £3 to get onto these pitches, it makes me knackered so i cant go out on the friday evening and then i ache for the whole bloody weekend.

Bringing that point up again about not going out after it.. I havent been pissed in 6 going on 7 weeks now, what has my life come to that i havent got pissed in almost 2 months.. I need drink so I have decided I am going out to get pissed this week even if i have 2 go by myself
(people reading this might be thinking this guy is an alchoholic, but i would like to reassure you that i am not)
(now you are probably thinking that i am in denial and am indeed an alcoholic i again assure u i am not)
I could carry on like that for a while but i wont

what else to put in this blog... hmmm..

Well as the title suggests this blog will have very little to do with anything and may just involve the first tings that pop into my head...

OK 1st we have my amazing pittsburgh penguins ice hockey shirt, the one i referred to in the 'manly shopping spree' blog, I have finally bought it and yes it is as amazing as was thought.

So thats that, 2nd the funniest joke i heard in a while, it was retrieved from my post on the Yeti forum so readers of that will already know it:

A young woman visits the doctor for a breast examination. When he sees her he is surprised to see an 'O'-shaped mark on her chest.

"Oh," she explains. "That's from my boyfriend's Oxford University jumper. He likes to wear it when we have sex and the crest rubs against my skin."

A couple of weeks later, another girl is in for a breast examination. She whips her top off, and there is a 'C' in the middle of her chest.

The doctor raises an eyebrow while the girl explains that her lover likes to wear his Cambridge University jumper during sex.

Weeks later, a third girl comes in for an examination and she has a 'W' on her chest.

"Ah!" cries the doctor. "Let me guess, you have a boyfriend at Warwick?"

"No," smiles the girl. "I've got a girlfriend at Manchester."

Purchases this week include the warchild album which contains various amazing artists namely babyshambles, razorlight and kaiser chiefs to name but a few, all previously unreleased songs - its great and much of the proceeds go to charity, all should buy this.

I really have nothing else to do except maybe singing a few songs with names being replaced but you know what im not going to do it, although they are brilliant.

Ahh today was a completely compelling yet utterly wasted day of my 17 year old life. As I would any other friday, I set off for school, pretty normal I hear you cry but no, this is not the case when we got to school there was a powercut and due to what I can only imagine are safety reasons, we were sent home again.

So after a detour past the legendary Wimbledon Village Bakery, Wimbledon common and briefly centre court shopping centre, I made my way home. I was home by half past the eleventh hour and so decided.. why not a few hours on the computer, when 5 o'clock came i realised that maybe I had been on a little too long and so preperation for the evening commenced

My 2 offers for this lovely evening were a pub quiz or goin 2 a mates house, with a bag of chips and a telly. Of course I thought I'll go for the pub quiz, it should be a laugh and I'd get a few pints down me. Oh God how i wish i had just settled for a bag of chips and the telly.. Realising not until I got there, what sort of lousy pub has a quiz on a Friday, thats when booze ups should be happening, oh of course a 'pub' to use the phrase lightly filled with people predomenantly over 75. After the several death threats I made to the organiser *cough David McCulloch dont let him organise anything again the stupid Scotish twat cough* we decided what the hell we'll just do the quiz and make the most of the evening. 1st hurdle, as we wernt members of this place we couldt order drinks, so we had to make some other people order them for us. The quiz as you may have guessed was aimed at a slightly more mature audience hence we came a good second last, beating only the team of girls who we went with, which was no contest really.

Could the night get any worse? Yes, we were only allowed 2 drinks all night, bloody hell the least we could do at this place was have a little drink but no the girlies who had to order for us refused, suggesting that after 3 pints we might get a little rowdy... I can understand their concern at this since 1 of the girls after only 2 drinks did attempt to steal a childs bike from outside a house...

So although a bit of a laugh it was a bit of a rubbish night, only 2 drinks and only 1 measly inuendo about David in front of everyone, it was the least i could do after his apauling organising..

From now on Organisers cant be me or dave, we cant organise so someone else do it.

tarrah