"Indie" kids

Guys who do the whole "Indie" look really annoy me. That haircut may be trendy, but you just look like an utter twat with it. As for cardigans, how fucking stupid. Skinny jeans? As above. Their attitude is so elitist, making fun of emo kids because of the stupid stereotype. You know what? I don't honest mind emo kids anymore, they are generally good people, defying the stereotype. You lot, however, are a bunch of obnoxious opinionated shites. Indie was originally about stepping back from the mainstream music industry, playing music the way you wanted, but nowadays Indie has become a byword for a market of generic crap. All these bands sound the same now, all with the crap hair and cardigans. I'm off to listen to some proper music. Rant, rant, rant.

Ack!

My thumb is bleeding and I don't know how or why! On the top between the mail and the skin. It's not sore, it's just bleeding. I doubt I'll bleed to death at work though. Five hours and a plaster later...

hmm...

It's half seven in the morning. What time is it? Random update time!

It's weird, y'know, because this morning I didn't feel nearly as tired as I usually do when I get out of bed at quarter to seven in the morning. I went to bed at about the same time, too. Transmission (the Torrent program I use for my Mac) is being annoying coz it's saying that one of the torrents is finished when it's quite clearly only 25% done. Grr. Just noticed a flyer downstairs advertising an world atlas. It says "Only £9.99 - Save £206!" Seriously, Who would pay £200 for a Atlas? But anyways, I suppose I'm just a skinflint. Going back to the subject of torrents and such, I'm currently downloading the entirety of Rolling Stone's 500 greatest albums. I doubt I'll keep them all. College this morning. At least I get to mess around with Dreamweaver and Photoshop. La de da.

Snow-tomfool-otography-vision

Oops, my bad, haven't updated here in a while. So what's been happening? Mainly college and work really, we're into block two at college, and we've started photography classes, much to the ire of the class ("just filling spaces in the timetable!" or "I didn't come gee to do photography, I came here to do web design!"). I'd been looking forward to doing this class all through block one. It was a laugh despite folks' misgivings, and once all the explaining how the cameras worked and boring up to tears with jargon had happened, most folk were eager to get out there and take photos. Me and Thomas teamed up and with Gary and Scott, we went out and messed about in the snow, taking pictures as a sort of afterthought. Safe to say that by the time we got back, I had taken most of the photos, and Thomas was soaked and covered in snow after being the target of most of my snowballs (Gary received one after a wee cheeky shot when I was trying to take a photo). Can't wait to get into the darkroom and if any of them are half decent, I'll stick them up here. Oh what a day. Hooray for a long lie tomorrow.

Being the Samaritan

Sometimes it's hard being a Christian. In fact, sometimes it's just downright hard having a conscience. As I write this, I'm on the bus home. When I got on the bus, I was elated at the fact that, due to shift patterns, I was off work from now until tuesday. Within minutes, the elation was gone. The reason is this; across the aisle from me there is a girl. She is drunk and throwing up all over the floor. The people around of just sit and stare, there was a few smirks and even a badly disguised giggle. These arrogant arseholes seen to forget that this could just as easily be someone they know, or even worse, them themselves. Her friend sitting in the row in front is stricken, all she can really do is rub the girl's back in a comforting way. I'm stricken too, as my conscience is telling of to do something, to say something, to help in some small way, but there's nothing I can do. So much for the good Samaritan.

Rebecca and Calum

It's been a while. But here I am, back again.

When I went into work today, I passed some of the MRU folk waiting to start their shift. And to my delight, there was Rebecca, or Becky. Mainly Becky, hardly ever Rebecca. Becky is Sixteen, and found out that she was Pregnant soon after splitting up with her boyfriend. What a parting gift I hear you think. And what a hell of a predicament to find one's self in. It would be a natural reaction to freak out and abort the baby, but not Becky, she took in her her stride, indeed she had made up her mind and was keeping the baby. Things like school and work didn't seem to bother her, she was at work right up until a couple of weeks before she was due. The wee guy put up a hell of a fight though, as he was, I believe a week, perhaps even two weeks late. Everyone in MRU was waiting for the big event to happen, until finally, without fanfare or ceremony, a comment appeared on the "MRU Kids" group on Bebo anouncing that she had had Calum. So it was with relief and gladness that I greeted her in work today. And she showed me pictures of whe wee man (until Joe the security firmly reminded her of no mobiles in reception). At least that's a small (no pun intended) bit of joy in the current gloom of things. Becky has someone to case for and cherish, and Calum has a mum who will love him no matter what and that will spoil him rotten. They're a very unlikely pair those two and I'm so glad the have each other. Thing is though, Becky has herself a job and a half bringing up a wee boy, coz he's gonna be a handful!

um...

life's got in the way these days, to be honest. i'll try and post again at some point when I can.