jayseven

I've always believed that you have to have a short-, mid- and long-term thing to look forward to in order to feel less depressed about how little your present matters. Short-term for me is hanging out with Brighton friends, seeing a lot of people I've not seen for nearly a year. Mid-term I have my juggling festival, the n-e meet and... That's it. Long-term I now have the whole getting back to sheffield thing. That's my new adventure!

Got a new shit, shit, shiiit phone to go with my empty SIM of loneliness. All the buttons are in the wrong places (nokia, used to sony ericsson) and I dunno how to do the number 0. In the library giving it a bit of a charge as I don't want to head all teh way home again. I agree. I was even going to post a picture of Goafer with his mega tatt but I couldn't find one quickly!

I only used Generic Artist because Paj (JonSt) did. I thought the pretentious bit was supposed to be some sort of abstract lyric! I think what we both did was too obv./overdone. Dan's promised me to do another one of these. I think there's plenty left it can just be tricky to do it without sounding offensive to the persons involved! Just to re-iterate I've not intended any mean-ness (I think everyone's got that so far, though).

Set more ridiculous tactics for tomorrow. I have decided that this season will produce my best change report ever! It has to. Please?

Had a sexy fit today. Let me break it down for you. Just after I paid a visit to the Don in the mirror to reset my Brooker 'do, I saw my lame brother who does nothing ever but mummy still lets him live here rent free like me as he was leaving the house. He 'borrowed' a tenner from mummy. I prank-called him using my arnie-quote-generator. The bitch got shabba'ised. Then to celebrate I whacked out my pokemon card deck and put on an episode of Lazytown. I may have loosened my trousers a little. I can't remember what happened next but this was the result; Went to work. Made a mental note of how I hate everyone there and how much more work I do than them. had a couple of pints before having another fit. My girlfriend (banging rack) took me home and I ploughed her rotten. A shabba remix of my pr0 day, gringos. Asylum biatch! I've done twelve new posts this week and you haven't even done one this year. Fail.

So what's it about?

Well, at least he tried.

So many levels.

Shorty; do you think he was the cause of those police cars when we walked to your local shops last week?

For the same market, a list of 5 real life soldiers who make Rambo look like a pussy.

Yes. Generic Music Artist's second album cover was just so "..." -- Listened to Ibadi today. Is just so My wings are melting, on a tin-ricket-roof beginning, from a lock to the sea, and I weed myself a little is the epiphany essential wept. jonst you have to thank my post. Have to. I don't really know which one either of us are. We're being exceedingly stereotypical. Will try again.

I actually had to go check the birthdays to confirm who I thought it was... Happy blardi! you were a very nice chap at the meet when I spoke to you for those few seconds

Hey, keep it up, you're nearly half-way!

Any film that has stars quotations containing exclamation marks tends to default to that sort of film, no?

Mid-League Mashup Round 1: "c'est déjà entendu" The Hadenless Head has deferred passed the buck given up on farted been nice enough to let me take one of the bi-weekly (every tuesgay and girl friday?) write-ups off his hands. It'll be a little different to H's, so hypnotoadhypnotoadhypnotoadBOW DOWN TO YOUR NEW LEADERhypnotoadhypnotoadrohypnoltoad sorry if it... well, sorry if it sucks I guess. The unNEWsual Suspects Shorty is the bear in the dress at the bottom. Since its induction two three whenever it was, it has quickly grown the reputation of being a bonkers and unpredictable entity. Much like a moss. The bottom league is a test of patience and endurance for newcomers, the top league is where adolescent teams go to learn how real men play. The mid-league thus encompasses all the schizophrenic, fractured teams who are all, like some of McDonald's customers, scizophrenic, fractured 'just passing by'. So's your FACE. TWICE! Silverdale Hotpots took on Eights United in a fierce competition to see who could be exactly the same as the other person better. Eights United's striker J-E Flatland didn't get the memo, and the Hotpot's keeper Lacey in his slow (but, his teacher says, "steadily imrproving") reading manner, was still reading the memo as the first goal flew in from 12 yards out in the first 10 minutes of the game. Silverdale's team looked good all-round, but ultimately were kept at bay by the man of the match J-E Flatland. Edd, the cheeky monkey! In a persistent but not quite galactic manner, Odwinica scavenged a miraculous three points from a long-range goal that was also their only shot in the entire game. Athletic's keeper Bain played a sizzling 12-skill game, but in the 72nd minute he had a sneezing fit while Bello accidentally kicked teh ball while tripping over his own fatty-fat feet, and scored. Dink! The sneezing was so alarming and persistent that the referee had to intervene. Worried for his opponent's health, striker Pablo "Dini For Short"Dinicolantonio confessed to a rash bout of pre-match trickery. The referee utter lack of amusement led to "Dini For Short" earning a yellow card. Athletic remained in a state of hysterics for the rest of teh game, even earning a final yellow after the whistle as gone for "roffling" from the ref. Man of the match was nobody because I said so. Audio The Sixty-Fourthers fought hard to wreck their season's chances as early as possible. His striker Dilchad Osman was shown a second yellow for sticking his tongue out repeatedly. Soap Box Utd. were a bit fidgety in their opening game, kicking the ball as soon as they got it towards the opponent's goal in a vain attempt to create such maddening, skewed stats; 34% possession, 7 shots on goal. Osman's moonwalking off the pitch in an attempt to timewaste is directly responsible for his team's loss -- the referee added 12 minutes of added time, leading to Alfen scoring a sweet free kick in the 95th minute! No man of the match here, because I'm not actually going to do that. As far as I remember, there were no other games played that day. Player of the Day: Happenstance's Shigeru Kono Surprise of the Day: Soap Box's 95th minute winner I'm probably supposed to do other stuff, I'll add to it later when Haden reprimands me. Most Important Result: Shorty beating Gaggle ensures the league maintains its crazy reputation for giving one of the league favourites more work to do for their season, while also ensuring Shorty "I play two seasons out of three" McShortypants gets the boost in belief that promotion is a chance. Turned On The Style Award: 62% possession, 8 shots -- Happenstance exploded out of the blocks. Hopefully a premature feat so we can expect rubbish from him from now on. Right?

Everyone's gone PACKING CRAZY! I lost my phone in my "what's a morning?" phase. Tried to call it 10 minutes later and it went straight to answerphone. Mental work shift where it was pretty much just me. I'm pretty sure there's a global rule that one's last shift anywhere must be the worst shift they've ever had. I felt a bit like the Robert Duvall in Falling Down. Some people were genuinely upset. One girl saw me as I was getting searched on my way out, with my cardboard boxes, and went from smiles to ninja-tears-in-her-eyes in seconds, punctuated by a sequence of vocal sounds reflecting the downward spiral of her emotions as she took it all in. BLESS! Came home, housemates doing LEGENDARY cleaning. Did another three boxes of stuff... still doesn't seem like I've actually packed anything. I'm not very good at goodbyes. Still feels like I'll see everyone in a couple of days. Will probably hit me next week. Mate's offering me his spare phone; a nokia 6700 classic unlocked for £100. Deal or no deal? TOMORROW; - Go to town - Buy packing tape - Get more boxes from other Argos - Say g'bye to some people I know there - Football somewhere, somehow. - Shove stuff into boxes - Sort clothes; keep or bleep. - Go to netto - Buy cider - Slap Dan? EDIT that nobody will see: One sweet moment was when two friends (anna and andy, for the sheff guys that know me) just turned up while we were cleaning the flat. I'd forgotten I'd lost my phone, so they tried to warn me but it was nicer that they just turned up. They've promised to come visit me in brighton, and again offered a room to rent in derby if i need a half-way house in the next 3 months :P

You must be ahead of your time. Maybe you're ageing backwards! Like courtney cox. Except you're getting older. Today I accidentally became the best person at computer game designy-type stuff that ever existed in the North of England. My tutor kneeled before me. he drew a paintbrush on a piece of paper and gave it to me, and apologised. Then I forgot to eat all day because my home-help the doctors send me girlfriend is still away. I miss my maid. Will you be my friend?

You didn't mention thaaat, you just said your sister's.... Oh. Yeah... With you now.

Fail, Serebii! Bros before hoes, remember.

Ashley said something similar, so I guess I should explain :P The HWYD thread pretty much contains several distinct types of post, with certain users pretty much always saying the same thing. It's become a little stagnant, so I figured we could have a little fun with parodies and stereotypes! I just did a 'generic day in the life of [coolness bears]'. Do we 'get' it? Can it be fun now?

http://shop.gameplay.co.uk/webstore/helpfiles/feedback.asp Most sites offer some method of feedback, often hidden away under 'help' or 'contact', and that's the best way to complain/praise. Gameplay also seems to offer 'online help' but I'm too scared to talk to real humans/cyborgs. They also have a forum where they probably have some sort of recurring "dis plaic sux" sort of thread that needs pruning, I'm sure.

Today I suddenly realised my fingers are like armless tiny GIANTS with one eye Ilike cyclopses. Cycli? I went to make a sandwich but OH NO there was no pitta bread for my bananas and my mum shut my bedroom door again, so my day was definitely not spicy!... Then I went to the shops to buy some pitta bread. I couldn't find any on the shelves so I shouted to the guy whose name badge DAZZLED WITH AUTHORITY that no tescos employee should have. I am worried I now have radiation poisoning. WHERE IS YOUR PITTA MISTER DAZZLE MAN!! I shouted in my head. HERE ARE YOUR PITTAS YOU STINKING PARAGUAIAiN SMURF he thought back at me. HOW DO YOU SPELL PARAGUAIANI? I DON'T KNOW SIR. VERY WELL. YOU MAY CONTINUE. So Long story made a little less long, I still had a sandwich! Then I went to wooorkboooooo. I forgot to face the customers and gave them euros in change SO SILLYSAURUS. I JUST REALISED MY CYCLOPS HAVE CYCLOPPOSITES ON THE OTHER HAND [/coolness bears] (now you.)

And if you're definitely going to that dev conference, then definitely! So long as it doesn't conflict with the actual N-E meet...

I still don't understand what happened with the tattoo thing. They gave you an interview, in a car, while you were driving around for two hours? It's all confusing to me, as surely that's not what happened.

I mean the "Develop Conference" Wes was talking about