Today it is my friends the White sister's birthday (they're twins.) They're all going town to celebrate but i, along with the majority of other guys wont be going.
Im not exactly sure why but i feel completely drained. I got up a little earlier than usual.. (It was only 10am though!) and have been to the gym for the first time in about a week.. but that really shouldnt leave me feeling how i do. I do feel bad because its their birthday, but we all went out on Monday and i really dont think i could take another night like that.. its just too much.

I texted them saying sorry and wishing a happy birthday, thats probably the best thing i could have done.

I missed out on rugby pre season these last two days because i missed a phone call from Kingy.. that was a shame as i was really looking forward to it. The turn out was really poor from our year, and the teachers were pretty annoyed so i hear,and were questioning our commitment but i really wanted to do it and would have done.. That annoys me quite a bit.

I am also taking my education in Bass Guitair to the next level. Today i went into Warrington and bought a beginner to professional teach yourself bass instruction book for £15. Hopefully is money well spent.

Im going to make myself some food in a second and then try out this bass guitair thing so wish me luck!!

Some people really are pathetic, the ones who get really aggressive for no particular reason after a drink. Also there's nothing worse than 2 faced people.

These two sorts of people when together make me so angry, they say something to one guy which blatantly isnt true, and elaborate on tales to levels beyond belief.. and then the agressive guy wants to fight you because of what a two faced little liar has told him.

I am sick to death of both kinds of people and i cannot wait to go away to uni where i will never have to deal with these two particular dickheads ever again.
The sad thing is other people will take their place so my life will never be free of arseholes.

I was lay awake in bed last night when i realised why i actually picked up that bass guitair yesterday.

I'd been watching the V Festival highlights with my mum and dad on BBC 3 and after they left i switched over from Patrick Wolf to Interpol. Now I'd had friends who were massive Interpol fans, but I'd never really got on the bandwagon. I couldnt remember if i'd ever actually listened to them before the other night, but they were brilliant. Pioneer To The Falls was fantastic, and when i looked i actually had it on my I-pod.
I suppose they drew me in because that song is so.. mysterious, with the piano part, and from watching on tv, Carlos D (bassist) looked effortlessly cool.
It must have been a subconscious thing that made me pick up the bass guitair, "I'd love to look as cool as that" or something similar.
Either way, i'm happy it happened.

I browsed the internet for tabs last night, and can play the whole of "Old Yellow Bricks" by the Arctic Monkeys now, and realised that i was playing "Balaclava" much slower than it actually is, so i need to improve that. The start of "Confusion" by The Zutons is easy..

I also have a new plan of action, get better at the bass before splashing out on a basic electric guitair to give myself a bit of a headstart! I'd love to be good on electric guitair.
Im downloading both Interpol albums as we speak, the singers a bit similar to the guy from REM i think.. haha!

So today out of sheer boredom i have picked up my little sister's bass guitair (Yes you read that correctly) and am starting to try myself on a few songs.
I started Pumping Up Your Stereo by Supergrass but it just doesnt motivate me, so i turned to the Arctic Monkeys and can now play balaclava!!
Its got a wicked bass line so if i carry on learning then hopefully i'll get good enough to become a multi-millionaire rockstar.

Hopefully.

Its been a very eventful few days.
I'd been staying in preparing for my GCSE results when news came through from Clarke that his great aunty had died. She was about 60 and had had cancer which had spread to the whole of her body, so he said he wasnt upset, as now she wasnt suffering, but he was shocked. Just 3 months ago she was perfectly healthy and now she was dead, he said it really put things in perspective. His whole family were crushed by it, he said it was really bad, but he felt really bad for his nana, as it was her best friend. He's worried that the grief could make her ill, which would be really bad as she's an absolute rock to him.
It got me thinking that life can so easily be taken away and we really dont know how lucky we are, life is to be lived and all those cliche sayings came to mind.
These thoughts then helped me through the next day. I went into school with niall and his mum for results (my mum was working and my dad's car was in the garage being fixed) so Shelia was like my sub-mum. I got 6 As 4 Bs and a C which was a vast improvement from my mocks but still less than i was predicted. I am happy with them, and so are my mum and dad as its roughly what they got but i have a feeling some teachers wont be. I am not particuarly driven at school though and the results were fair for the amount of work i did. In comparison with my friends they were good, not the best, but good.
Some girls were getting upset about them but it really wasnt worth it as nothing can be done now and its not like any of them are going to end up homeless or unemployed. These girls are from Hale afterall!

We all got in to where we want to go bar one guy, but he was close and as he's already at the school and has teachers to vouch for him hopefully he'll get in on appeal. I am really happy for everyone with their results, as no-one did badly really.. all the results were fair and now we can get back into school routine in a few weeks at sixth form, which i am really looking forward to.

To celebrate basically the rest of the day was a huge binge, had a phenomenol amount to drink, and went to the printworks in manchester. Everyone remembers their first results night.. and i have nothing but good memories.

I am really into heroes at the moment, its brilliant, although i watched one episode on my own and am not sure if a charachter has died or not.
I watched the Bourne Ultimatum too, and that was really good.

Over the last few days i have learnt a hugely important lesson in life. It seems obvious, but not to judge anyone by initial appearence.

I attended the Manchester Derby with my dad on Sunday, it was absolutely brilliant. City were well and truly outplayed, but we outsmarted a stronger than most Man United side with one moment of individual brilliance from Geovanni for the goal, and the flair of Petrov and Elano for the build up play. Sven and Shinawatra truly are heroes to half of Manchester at the moment, they really can do no wrong.

Anyhow, as i was saying, dont judge. Me and my dad arrived at the ground and took our seats about half an hour before kick off. There were two empty seats next to us and then a burly skinhead guy in a stripey jumper sat down in front of us. I had his "MCFC" tatoo staring at me from the back of his neck, which was hugely unnerving. Then another two simiarly built, skinhead guys accused two old women of being in their seats in row B. We were row D.
It turned out these guys got it wrong and they were actually in the seats next to me. They sat down and i didnt want to seem like a snob at all so i smiled when they nodded on to me and my dad. They then started telling my dad about a guy a bit further up and in the next block in a city shirt, with C.Ronaldo #7 on the back, and how it was a disgrace. It seemed a bit odd, i'll give them that but then they were going on about how they were going to butt him and knock him out, all of this to my dad, a middle class GP who was horrified. His face was funny, hes not a massive football fan, and i had seen people like this before at most other matches.. he gave me a look when they turned away and whispered when one of them went to the toilet, "They arent here for the football." They were talking with the other skinhead in front of them who they seemed to know about fighting and stuff, and i had to agree. I'd seen football factory, and these guys looked like the firm.

I dont really know anything about the city firm, but a friend claimed his dad used to be a member. We werent at any risk these guys would do anything, we were city fans, but i seriously wouldnt want to get on the wrong side of them.

However, despite the smell of booze coming from them, and one of them not returning for the 2nd half, the other two i began to see (after the goal) were absolute gents. Even the one with the questionable tatoo. They were chatty and courteous.. i was in discussion with one about Micah Richards and the prospect of Danny Sturridge for a while.
Afterwards, despite the result i was still left with a bitter taste that i thought these guys were basically thugs. They were class, made me laugh aswell. My dad had warmed to them by the end of the match aswell.
Apart from that i've been in brilliant mood since, and thats without bragging to my United mates particuarly.

Since sunday, i've spent the day with grandparents, had a drastic haircut (picture going from the lead singer of the enemy's hair to Matt Bellamy of Muse) and have started going to the gym aswell...

But yeah.. life.
More lessons to be learnt im sure!

I know a lot of people in the year above me, and today was their big day for getting their A-level results.
It really hits home that in a week, i'll be getting a letter through the post myself.. a letter which has huge implications for my future.
Shitting bricks doesnt come close to describe how i'll be next week. I hope everyone i know of gets good A-levels, thats standard, and i hope they have a good time doing whatever they do tonight.. (if they're celebrating, that is!)
I hope they'll be the same for me next week.

I know i haven't updated my blog recently, but i've been way too busy. Summer has been awesome and its not over yet.. there are plans to return to Abersoch after my results for one last hurrah before we're back at school, and the eagerly anticipated 6th form!! Since my last post my parents returned from scarborough.. and it was aparently obvious what had went on, and yes, there was more damage than i told them about, and Yes, the house was still a mess. (I really thought it was clean!) so i got severeley punished and had to pay £!00 for the damages. So i am not going to consider ever having people to mine again.. i'll go to there's instead!
Since my last post i've been to Leeds aswell, staying at an empty student house in Hyde Park.. that was fun.

And the football season has started again. I am really happy, being free from football for 90 days really makes me realise how much i love it and what a massive part of my life it is! I mean, seriously, me and my friends were actually coming to the point where we had no more manchat.. so really last weekend came in the nick of time.
Man City are overachieving and i couldn't be happier. I've been grinning ear to ear the past few days, does it worry you that something so unimportant has such a massive effect on me and my mood? It scares me!! Bring on the Manchester Derby on Sunday.. i need to find a non-united pub to watch it..

I shall now also make a pledge, to not let this blog become stagnant again!!

Over and Out Mofo's!!!