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[a random wave, unexplained]

Today was quiz day, whoop, and I actually enjoy it
quite a bit. But today after my first drink of cider
and black a random wave came over me and mission
was to get drunk. I mean quite drunk.

I’m quite drunk at the moment being that it’s the
end of the night and I have consumed at least six
shots of sambuca and  also two and a half pints of
cider and black.

I’m actually drunk whilst writing this post and whilst
I am not so so drunk that I can’t use the keyboard
properly. I am drunk enough to know that my behavior
due to this ‘wave’ wasn’t normal. For one I was doing most
of the drinking at the bar and I also sat away from the group
which is unlike me, ah well, it’ll pass before the morning
comes. And now to reply to monster’s comment.

[1001 lessons in love and still none the wiser]

Life, is supposedly made up of lessons. Which
people generally called ‘Life lessons’. Now a
life lesson is supposed to arise from every
major experience in your life [some people
also believe even the tiny things are also
life lessons, but we’re going to stick to the
big stuff]. From every triumph and every
defeat, we, as people, are supposed to take
what we can from it and learn all that we
can.

Like for instance, going down a dark alley and
getting in a bit trouble, tells you to not to go
down dark alleys anymore, or having your heart
messed around with should show you how to be
able to recognise and avoid certain types of people
and the situations that they can bring, and so on
and so on.

But the thing about learning from the
mistakes you make in your life, it somehow
insinuates that you will suddenly [at some
undefined moment in your life] start living
mistake free. But, I have yet to see this
happen.

The reason for this blog stems from a drunken
conversation I had with my friend Simpson,
during which we discussed many things but
one of the topics that I continued to think about
the next morning [totally hangover free] was
that we had discussed how tired we were with
all these life lessons and just wanted things to
hurry and start properly without all the
messing around of having to have your head
[and your heart] messed around with.

The both of us had had enough [in
temperament  and quantity] of all these
life lessons that came along and trying
to figure exactly what it was that they
were ‘supposedly’ trying to teach us and
whether it was a different lesson every
time. Or whether we were just making
the same mistakes.

Maybe we were hoping for too much? You know?

It’s that old saying isn’t it? ‘Everything
happens for a reason’ and that ‘Good things
happen to those who wait’. These sayings
although widely used and antique in their
own sense are wrong. They just leave you
there accepting all the crap that happens
to you and waiting for something amazing
to just waltz into your life.

But as we all know, that just doesn’t happen.
It’s pretty shitty to be honest. Because
from what I’ve seen with the people around
me, the things that they want to just appear
out of the sky, were right in front of them the
whole time.

[wasted days you’ve come to pass]

Today in my shop I had a visitor, a
friend of mine. This does happen usually
but this is a person who I don’t see that
often.

So as we exchanged pleasantries and the
‘how have you beens’ the conversation
took a turn. To the best of my memory
it went like this

“So how are you?” She said

“I’m ok thanks, you?” I said

“I’m good, how’s work?” She replied

“Same old same old, you know”

Right there, that’s where for some reason
I automatically lied. Because the thing is
I’m being made redundant and sometime
in July I won’t have a job any more.

Feels odd to write it, oh well. These things
do happen. Especially in an economic
recession, they do seem to always happen
to me though. I’m keeping a good mood
about this. Yeah.

On a more positive note I’m still not
drinking alcohol. Which seems to have
led to a slight weight loss and my disinterest
in girls [in the romantic sense] is still going
on. Although it did make my friend think
I had become homosexual. Two friends in
one day. Go me.

[denying them romance]

A few things….

So, recently I decided to give up on girls,
now when I say that I don’t mean that
I’m giving up on my female friends. But
I am giving up on girls in the romance
sense.

I mean no offence when I say this, but
all you ladies are crazy. When it concerns
the romantic side of things. Nothing
seems to be straightforward is that makes
sense, communicating with women seems
to be a series of traps and trick questions.
But when you’re [just] friends with them
everything is straightforward. Probably
the reason I always used to fall for my
female friends. Hmmm…

I have also given up on drinking, now
it can be said that my previous alcohol
consumption was a tad bit high, some
have even pondered that I may have been
running away from something but I
was always too drunk to over-analyse, ha.

So basically I have given up two of the
things that either took up my time or
pre-occupied my mind.And the odd thing
as a side product I’m eating better and
less as well.

This is a short blog I know but there is
not that much to update on. Buttt I
did just watch and episode of Scrubs on
Comedy Central and almost forgot that
this quote existed:

“Nothing In This World That’s Worth Having Comes Easy”

[the thought is the same but the language is lost]

I text you whilst drunk
My thoughts and feelings are out
Finally you know

[note to self]

I was going through the guardian’s website
randomly looking up articles. Much like I
do on Wikipedia, I read one thing then tend
to follow a link on a related subject and I
can fall into this endless quest for knowledge
for about two or three hours. It’s a bad habit
and I should be reading my backlog of books,
but, I’m finding it fun these days to read up
on things that surprisingly interest me.

Anyways, whilst looking I came across an
article based around an older article by
Stephen Fry [who is, by all accounts, a
bit of a god]. In the article he basically
wrote a letter to his sixteen year old self.

It’s a lovely article and I really think you
should read it. If you want too click [here]
and if you want to read the original article
click [here]. What I though I would do
would be to write a letter to my eighteen
year old self.

Heya Rich,

Now I know your not a big fan of being called
Rich over Richard, but trust me, it’s one of
the meeker things that change in your life
over the next three or so years. A big one
would be that that bad habit you kind of
started yesterday, comes back stronger and
its gets much worse, but it does go away, trust
me. And you learn how to  deal with things
better. It takes a long time and a major ordeal
with a loved one, but it goes away. I’m not going
to lie, you will think about it alot, you learn
to deal, trust me.

Your little bro, finally starts to take an interest
in music and you and him start a little band
together like Jackie and Keith always said you
should. You do the vocals whilst he plays and
to date, you’ve made a handfull of songs which
you can be proud of. And you’ve received a few
nice comments along the way.

You actually are what can be considered a heavy
drinker these days. You kinda drift in and out of
it from time to time. So look out for that and don’t
take it too far.

You still practice photography, but in my mind
thats all we do, practice. There have been a few
weddings, ALOT of gigs and some parties. You’ll
find that that habit of being able to get along with
anyone works amazingly. Never lose that. Ever.

If I could ask you to do one thing, thats to try hard
at college. I’m not saying that you will be unhappy
in three or so years, but you will wonder from time
to time. So concentrate and get it done, and most
importantly get it done well. Theres not much else to
say to you really, you will have some amazing
experiences and obviously ones that are so terrible that
all you can do is take lessons from them.

Thats it, done. Blah.

[museum day is fast approaching]

On the 18th of May it is International Museum
Day, a random fact for me to give you I am
sure, but hey,

http://icom.museum/imd.html

I’ve got a busy few days ahead of me, I’ve got
to go out tomorrow night. Which although
is nowhere near the norm I do believe it will
go on until the morning hours of Saturday
morning.

Then I have to go to work. This is making
me giggle while I write this because it’s
been a while. Then I have to try to get out
of work early. Because straight afterwards
I’m going to Brighton. Top fun. Lucky I have
Sunday off hey.

I’m actually looking forward to Brighton as
well because I haven’t been in ages, like two
years methinks.

Recently I was tidying my room and came
across a novel I was yet to read thorugh and
then I found another, and another, and
another so I decided to list them. I have to
read 23 books with a page count over 7000.

This is going to take forever, good thing
I like reading so damn much, or maybe
it’s the buying books side of it? =]

[blocked]

In this new and digital age we are able to
[more easier than ever] decide who can
talk to us and when they can talk to us.

Mainly with Facebook and MSN as my
examples. I mean why is it so hard to
just tell people flat out that we don’t
want to talk to them?

Instead, we block them, or put them
on limited profiles, hoping, that they
don’t find out. Hoping that they don’t
go round a friends house and see the
version of MSN/facebook that we don’t
want them to see.

This has happened to a few friends of
mine and I myself have been on the
receiving end. I would be talking to
a friend and I would say:

“How often is she online these days?”

“Like all the time, why?”

“Haha, well she doesn’t show up
on mine?”

“Ah”

“Fuck it, lets get drunk”

[A little sidenote, alcohol solves all of
lifes problems, well mine anyways, I
don’t know how it works for the rest of
you]

This little point recently hit home when I
logged onto MSN a few weeks ago and
there were 7 people online at the time.
Six were blocked and the other I really
wasn’t in the mood to talk to, but hey.

The point that I am trying to make
is although, being able to decide who
can talk to us at given time is no
doubt a great advantage in the short-term
scheme of things.

It does promote cowardice and the
inability to talk straight to people. This
isn’t a declaration about how I’m going
to unblock certain people. Cause in
all honesty I can’t be arsed. =]

[remember the great times][2]

This is a one photo blog.
It was an awesome night.
[Apart from a phone being
lost].

So this photo, is the best
that I had from that day.

Oh and I never give a shit
about red eye in a photo.

[today] [06|08|2008]

[today i haven’t slept]

[today I will sleep on the bus]

[today I will have to go past there]

[today I have to go back there]

[today I will party]

[today I will drink]

[today won’t end for a while]

[today will end strangely]

[today, I have a choice]

[today, the d[evil] and g[o]od are
raging inside of me]

[so here we are again]

[14th December 2007]

Now, before I simply copy and paste this
entry from my old livejournal I feel that
I should explain it somewhat. This journal
entry depicts in a sort of first person veiw
one of the best days of my life.

I intent to erase my old livejournal, now
that I have this blog instead, but I also
feel that there are a few blogs worth
saving and they will pop up randomly
in this one before I take the final plunge
and delete the last one.

– [it all starts on the 12th December 2007]

[this for all intensive purposes is you]

So picture the scene, it’s
about 5:20 on a normal
Wednesday, you’ve got ten
min left of work and your bored.

You’ve already had to deal
with customers whose orders
haven’t arrived, helped people
and displayed an almost autistic
knowledge in photography.

And on top of that you’ve been
told that sleeping in the same bed
with someone who you work with, and
nothing happening is impossible,
and that you probably got raped
in your sleep, nice.

But as you stand in the hallway, out
the back of the shop, feeling the seconds
slowly drip away, but still getting nowhere
nearer to home time
you feel your pocket
going off, its your phone,
its a message, but not the one
you were hoping for, but its
still a nice surprise, you read:

Ricktron50002
Wana come drink some beers
round mine? x

a smile appears
you say yes [quite obviously]
and your assistant manager
asks what it is that suddenly perked
you up, and successfully guesses
its strongbow realted, you chuckle as
you grab your coat to leave, its
no longer home time, its drinking
time, its the promise of good times
[except you do have to pop home first
to grab some stuff].

You get to the train station
a little later than planned to
find out that your train is delayed, by
quite a bit, there’s nothing
you can do either, so you decide to
get a cab to Dartford and get
a train from there.

Whilst waiting for the taxi,
a train goes past, the train you
had been waiting for, you start to
run get halfway and realise you
won’t make it, you have a short
conversation with a man
on the platform with you and
proceed to go and wait for the
taxi again.

In this time you
talk to a girl who seems to be
milling around, you say uyo’d
split the cab if she
was going to Dartford, she isn’t,
shes going to Bluewater, but you
get thanked and talk for a bit anyways,
talk about this and that, and she says
that she’ll come visit you in your shop,
you don’t expect this to ever happen.

You get to Dartford station and
give up £7.50 to the cabbie
with the itchy back and
proceed to get on a train.

You get to New Cross and find out
all the delays were because of a
fire at Cannon street station, it’s
nine o’clock, your really late, on
the way to ricks house you
buy some alcohol and cigarettes
you give up 5p of your change,
your in a rush.

You get to the house, the hall light
is red, you giggle, this place looks
like a brothel, you think to yourself,
you get in, bearing the gifts, not
only the fags and booze, but a delayed
birthday present for rick and the photos
from France, of which you and him
visited earlier in the year.

You proceed to drink, discussing many
things, also putting up the Christmas
lights in the kitchen,
that were supplied by ricks
flatmate Kate, it is awesome, the lights
look amazing.

You again proceed to drink and
wake up on the house sofa, remembering
parts of the night before, long talks
about how you should accept gifts and
what not, talks on ricks movie idea
which is amazing, your life and its
comparisions to your drinking buddies
life, discussions on the universe whilst
laying on your back in the garden on bin
liners as to not get your clothes dirty
you also see that you have
been a silly boy, sending drunken text
messages again, was and is always a bad idea,
oh well, doesn’t matter much, cause you
have to get to work, you brush
your teeth and leave a note for rick
and head for New Cross station.

You get to the station a few minutes later
and get a ticket from the automated
machine ‘NEW CROSS TO GREENHITHE’ it states,
showing you, that you can go no further,
you don’t mind, you need to go to work and thats
it, you wait, it is now 09:01 according to
the printed date on the ticket, you
check and your in luck, there is a train
to dartford, its due for 09:11, you get
to platform C and find its delayed by about 10
minutes, which is ok, it leaves you more than
enough time to get a bus and to work,
your so tired and cold and you receive messages,
replies from the night before, you reply, and
wait for the train.

It comes, it doesn’t stop, it just goes on,
this is the first time its happened to you,
you have to think, think…
you’ve got it, you jump on the next train to
Lewisham and then the next train from there
to Darford, as you leave Dartford station, you
hand the guy your ticket and start to walk,
your already late and you get stopped,
theres something wrong with your ticket mate,
you hear behind you.

you turn around, saying pardon in the
process, well according to this, he says,
your going to new cross, and its yesterday,
in your haste you gave him the ticket
from yesterday, you quickly grab
the ticket you got this morning, and
hand it to him, saying sorry at the
same time, he says that he doesnt have
to keep it since its valid for a few more stops

you say you don’t really care
and you cant wait for that train
and you leave, and get the Fasttrak B to
Bluewater, you call your boss to let him
know you’ll be late, and you start your
journey to work, getting in a little
bit of sleep and thinking that although
all you did last night was have a few
beeeers round a mates house, it was
awesome, oyu had a great time, and sleep
is fun, work flies by, you see your best friend
and some people you havn’t seen in years,
you work a little bit extra because you were
a little bit late, which allows you to chat a bit
more.

After work, you start to head home, your tired
and have a great idea for a blog, it may be long
winded but it’d be fun to write and thats he point,
you grab a helium balloon and head to Bluewaters
christmas fare, you see you say hi to mark
and kelly sends us away because we are being
too rude, in this time, you manage to maintain a
convo whilst using a urinal and [albeit not at the same
time] manage to accidentally insult a burgerking girl,
neither you or mark know how this happened, you apologise,
grab your coke and leave, you and mark proclaim to be gay
just to get some sales people
to leave you alone, and then you
return him to the christmas fayre and after a while continue
the journey home.

You get home, say hi to your mum
and get on the computer, it was
on standby when you got in, and
you rest your laptop on your lap,
and begin to write your new blog
recounting the previous two days
in a strange sort of way, but you
are happy writing it.

You talk to alex online for a bit
and realise that you don’t know where
your laptop charger is, its been
moved since Tuesday when you
last used it, and its flashing 10% battery
left.

So you put the laptop to sleep and
look, you realise that this blog will
take ages, and you tell alex this,
you find the charger, it had been moved,
you not too happy, but its nothing to get
stressed about, you have you dinner and
have a bath, you then continue to write
as you finish up, you
realise your quite proud with it and the
clock on your laptop says 00:36.

Its time to post and sleep
you log onto livejournal and go to
post to journal, realising you have a
message, which you’ll read in a moment,
you open the notepad document where you
pre-wrote the blog, a habit you
seem to now always do, to write the blog
in notepad first and then place it in
livejournal, just in case.

You select all the text by pressing
CTRL or as you say ‘central’ and the A
key, you then copy it and you are about
to paste it into livejournal, adding a
little bit on the end which would have
been impossible to write, and you add a series
of tags to it, add some details and realise
it is ready for posting.

POST

awesome, yeah?

awesome, yeah?

[word count : 1542 words]

[the one that got away]

It was early December and surprisingly it was
a quiet time in the shop of which I work,
which pleased me no end. Because I work in
a shop that sells mainly electronics and is
handily situated in a mega shopping mall, a quiet
time in the lead up to Christmas, [which, at times,
can seem like the most consumerist of holidays]
was a godsend.

This also allowed me more time
to talk to my new work colleague, and it was then
that we realised we had more than a slight
distaste in the frequency of our customers
in common.

We both, although still young in the eyes
of the world, had experienced the phenomenon
of one who got away, the love that, although we
were happy in the situations we were in, was
always lingering in the back of ours minds.

With him I found his story more interesting
than mine, I won’t go into it I’m afraid,
because although it was never said, I
feel he trusted me with the details of his
particular story. And I’m not going into the
particulars of my story on this occasion
because I don’t really want that person
realising who they are, if they ask I may be
inclined to tell them, but until then, my
lips and more importantly my writing
fingers are sealed.

But, move time forward to present day, which
for your information, is early August 2008. And
the stories that we had shared had just popped
back into my head. And it occurred that we
were, and are, way too young to be giving
anyone that is or was in our life’s, the prestigious
title of the one who got away.

I believe that I should be pushing about thirty in
a pub with a group of friends, necking cider,
much as I do now, telling stories of my twenties
and then, I’ll whip out my special story, well at least
to me, of the one who got away.

Because everyone has one of those stories,
stories of regret and passion, a decision made
that quizzes you even today with it’s ‘maybes’
and ‘could haves’. I think about these things
because when I’m older and I’m in that pub
telling the stories, the one who got away may
just be the one I’ve yet to get.

[word count: 388 words]