Erm....WTF?

Got over the flu finally, which is rather awesome. However I heard some rather, well I want to say sad but I've seen this coming for a very long time, so I kinda guess I'm already prepared for it. There's that and the small voice in the back of my head that's screaming "Bullshit!!", I'll guess we'll see what happens tomorrow.

I really hope it doesn't just cause of the people it's going to effect, I suppose in some ways it's their own faults but I really don't like thinking of it like that cause they're my friends. Oh well just have to wait and see what happens.

Apologies for how vague this post is but I'm not really supposed to know, so this is just a way of covering my own ass.

Still Ill...

This flu bullshit is really pissing me off now, in the past 3 or 4 days I must have consumed at least 2 and a half bottles of beecham's all in one, yet I'm still fucking ill. Oh well hopefully I'll feel better tomorrow morning, if not a long day day of sleep and American Dad! (which I maintain is funnier than Family Guy) is ahead of me.

Been reading quite a few reviews for Kick-Ass and if anything it's just strengthened my resolve to see it, I must've read like 5 reviews but the best quote about the whole film I read was "Sir Nicholas of Cageingtonshire. An actor who's now gone so far past bad he's firmly back to good again." In all honesty I don't remember him being good but it's good to see he pulled his head out of his arse for this one.

Oddly enough it also got me thinking about a drinking story I heard a while back, okay apparently a friend's father on a particularly heavy drinking session "drank through to the other side", now this doesn't mean he drank himself to death, which is what probably should've happended, no he drank through to sobriety. I'm not one to call anyone a liar, but this has to be the biggest pile of bullshit I have EVER heard, the fact that people actually believe this as well makes me question how a person can be that retarded I mean seriously, if you drank that much the only thing that would happen is you'd fall into an alcohol induced coma and die. You wouldn't shoot someone till they're so dead they come back to life would you? Sorry to go off on a tangent there, it just came to me earlier and made me chuckle.

Having The Flu Is Definately Not Kick-Ass!!!

As you can guess from the title I've got the flu, which seeing as today was my first day at my new job kinda sucked. However it isn't all doom and gloom as I just ordered series 1 and 2 of How I Met Your Mother and my new 14mm flesh tunnels arrived this morning. As far as my whole game plan for these two months goes, I need to pull my socks up, I mean yes I have been eating healthier and I've got a new job but I still need to get my arse down the gym. I'm starting to resemble a women who's about eight weeks pregnant, bad times. Can't do anything though till I've got rid of this fucking flu, then I'm gonna start hitting the gym with a vengeance!!

Also finally saw the trailer for Kick-Ass which looks immense, which in all honesty for a film starring Nicholas Cage is an achievement, I mean seriously National Treasure 2 what the fuck? Anyway yeah here's the trailer check it out;




Is that not fucking awesome?! Not sure why Christopher Mintz-Plasse's superhero looks like he's in a The Cure tribute band, but still if he's true to form he'll be hilarious. Speaking of the cast of Superbad, Scott Pilgrim vs. The World is out soon as well, another film that should be good espcially with a tagline like; "An epic of epic epicness." I could be wrong but in my opinion Edgar Wright is a god and any film he makes I love. Anyway that is all for now, till next time!!

After A Brief Absence

Well I haven't blogged for a couple of days, apologies this is because I went home for the weekend. In hindsight kinda wish I didn't, but that's the beauty of hindsight isn't it. Not gonna go into too much detail as to why, but lets just say I had a lapse into being an absolute fuckwad.

Not sure why but lately I've consciously been acting like a dick to people, even going so far as to threaten the nicest person in the world, it was more or less picking a fight with a puppy. I want to blame the alcohol but I can't, needless to say I felt fucking awful the next day because of how I acted and the dirty hangover, as well as another massive fucking mistake I won't be making again. On the plus side I got my RG in Eastbourne with me now which is gonna be awesome for practising and I've even started trying to be less of a dick and sorting out issues within Brannigan's Law which should hopefully give me some karma points.

Also feeling really ill which is bad news seeing as I start my new job tomorrow, bad times.

ThunderCats Ho!!!

I think there are a few things that near enough everyone can agree on, and that's anyone who harms animals should be fucking knee capped. So today I was sitting in the living room watching the legendary Jeremy Kyle when the phone rings, next thing I hear is "They were in a box?!". Apparently some fuck decided to leave these two insanely cute kittens in a box next to a busy road and as my sister heard them crying and took them in. I've decided to call them Lion-O and Panthro, which in my opinion is far better than the names my sisters gave them Lily and Daisy how faggy.

Apart from that my day was standard, just sorting out stuff for my new job and between you and me Blog it looks really easy, and easy money is something we can all appreciate.

So Far So Good

Well in the twenty fours since my last post I've had a rather productive day, job interview went a lot better than I thought it did and I was offered it within about three hours, not the greatest money in all honesty but it's a starting point. After all it's easier, and a lot less stressful, finding a job when you already have one. Also in other news, in an attempt to make more money I placed a bet at Ladbrokes which, although I neither know or care about football I'm hopeful for, I mean Iain Wright was a professional footballer for years, he must know his shit right? So fingers crossed that bad boy nets me eighty quid.

Hoping to get back to Uxbridge for the weekend for young Sheard's eighteenth, it should be a good night. Although my reasons for coming back are rather questionable, I mostly just wanna come back to see mates and get horrendously drunk.

Oh and just as like a sidenote, if anyone stumbles across this by accident and they are particularly good with HTML let me know so I can make this thing look slightly cooler.

This Shit Just Got Real....

Okay blog attempt #374, I thought seeing as I'm gonna be away for a while I'd actually try and keep up with this. I'm back in Eastbourne again living with my grandparents, although this time it's actually for a reason, however this time rather than doss around and complain about being bored and other trivial shit I'm going to sort myself out. Now I'm not at all implying that my life is bad or hard, my friends alone make it incredible, but at the moment it feels like it's going nowhere. I've spent the last few months half-heartedly looking for jobs whilst constantly telling myself that "It's all good something come up, you'll be in a signed band soon" but whilst I'm waiting for that to happen, cause it WILL happen, I need to start paying my way. Now what really surprised me is that a day of properly looking and I've already got two interviews, in fact I've got one in eleven hours time as a recpetionist for a youth hostel down here. So fingers crossed they're desperate enough to hire me.

So once I got a steady cashflow coming in I can start getting down to business, cause you can get alot done in two months, for example;
1) Join a gym and resemble a reasonably fit human being
2) Finally pay for the tattoo I've been going on about for about a year and a half
3) Cut down on the silly amounts of alcohol I've been drinking lately, cause let's face it kids there's nothing big or clever about alcohol
4) Develop my pitiful music theory and improve technically on bass and the ol' geetar
5) Start a proper band down here, which logically cause it's close to Brighton and The Brighton Institute Of Modern Music should be a doddle

And finally when all this is done, return to Uxbridge in a fucking blaze of glory. Majority of this, if not all of it is possible, so I best get cracking then.