As the title suggests, I'm really goddamn bored. So bored, in fact, that I thought I'd write a blog entry. Although, now I've started, I've absolutely no idea what to write about. I've been thinking about updating my largely ingored blog for a while now, I've just been putting it off because I really have nothing to write about. Well, I'll just have to moan about stuff again. Sorry...
See, now I can't concentrate because I keep trying to think of things to moan about, thing is, I can't think of anything to moan about that I haven't moaned about before. Like buses. I still seriously dislike public transport, but until I can drive a car, I'm just going to have to make do. The disconcerting lack of literacy skills among the general public. These people who can't tell the difference between 'there', 'their', and 'they're'. Same goes for 'your' and 'you're'. These people have been (or should have been) through full-time education, so they've got no excuse, really. "I'm dyslexic" isn't a good enough excuse. Being dyslexic is different to having bad grammar. One's a serious problem and one's dyslexia.
The Sellotape vs Scotch tape case. There's something I haven't addressed yet. Someone I know (you know who you are) seemed to think that Scotch tape and Sellotape were the same thing. While they are by definition the same thing (cellulose tape) they aren't the same thing, if you see what I mean. It's like calling all brands of potato chip (or crisp) 'Walkers' (or 'Lays' depending on whether or not you're from the UK). Some other things that I only recently found out were different things: gaffer tape and duct tape - gaffer tape can be removed cleanly whereas duct tape can't; turpentine and white spirit - turpentine is wood based whereas white spirit is petroleum based. I think you can probably tell how bored I am as I write this. I'm actually telling the internet the difference between turpentine and white spirit. I will never have another girlfriend...
I'm still bored so I'm going to continue writing because fuck you. Death metal, there's a thing. As much as I love death metal, I don't like it when some of the people I'm with go into a crowded bus shelter and start blasting Amon Amarth or Lamb of God (yes, I know, they're groove metal) at full volume. I get extremely uncomfortable when all of the people waiting inside the bus shelter glare at us because we're blasting 'Guardians of Asgaard' at full volume on a Sony Ericsson W395 (a really loud phone) and I'm dressed like a Soviet (read: cunt). I can taste the comtempt from those people. I don't like doing things that draw attention to me or the people I'm with because nine times out of ten it attracts the wrong kind. It's like when I go into town on a Saturday to do some underage drinking, we buy a crate of beer (ususally bottles of Budweiser) and fruitlessly attempt to get tipsy from the four or five bottles I manage to drink. Sometimes some people I don't know tag along, this is normally fine as long as they don't drink all the fucking beer. Sometimes someone's younger sibling comes along gets blind drunk of four bottles and thinks it's a fucking brilliant idea to throw all the empty bottles against a brick wall. And they wonder why the police keep coming...
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