<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16508407</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:10:28.142-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Penny For My Thoughts</title><subtitle type='html'>In all my years i've never known someone quite as strange as you!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtpenny.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16508407/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtpenny.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>optinotch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00294395630502365682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>21</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16508407.post-114284580626881977</id><published>2006-03-20T01:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T01:10:06.286-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everest!!!</title><content type='html'>Two essays in one night not bad you say, I needed to do 3, could be done i thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turns out i was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take it easy kids&lt;br /&gt;x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(currently listening to tangerine Led Zeppelin)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16508407-114284580626881977?l=thoughtpenny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtpenny.blogspot.com/feeds/114284580626881977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16508407&amp;postID=114284580626881977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16508407/posts/default/114284580626881977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16508407/posts/default/114284580626881977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtpenny.blogspot.com/2006/03/everest.html' title='Everest!!!'/><author><name>optinotch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00294395630502365682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16508407.post-114182468448219491</id><published>2006-03-08T05:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T05:31:24.500-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Money, money, money</title><content type='html'>Well this post is all about the above.....thats right people money!!!&lt;br /&gt;This is something i dont have and as a student have spent the last year and a half not having any, this has started to get to me. I like having money it enables you do to stuff, now i know money isnt everything and it doesnt make you happy but it makes things alot more enjoyable afterall i'd prefer to be worrying about what colour my 911 should be rather than trying to find enough money to pay the rent. i have a few times come close to quiting uni before not because of money but recently i have been thinking about it. Afterall i dont really enjoy my course i never go and i dont do any work although i am a year and a half into my course it would be silly not to finish it but whats the point. hmmm oh well i have to go find a way to get some money&lt;br /&gt;take it easy kids&lt;br /&gt;x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(currently listening to Gold Lion, Yeah Yeah Yeah's)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16508407-114182468448219491?l=thoughtpenny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtpenny.blogspot.com/feeds/114182468448219491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16508407&amp;postID=114182468448219491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16508407/posts/default/114182468448219491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16508407/posts/default/114182468448219491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtpenny.blogspot.com/2006/03/money-money-money.html' title='Money, money, money'/><author><name>optinotch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00294395630502365682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16508407.post-113741267789809800</id><published>2006-01-16T03:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T18:02:22.976-08:00</updated><title type='text'>He goes out to empty the streets</title><content type='html'>It has been over two months since i last posted, time has certainly gone quickly i guess time flys! quite alot has happened, not enough to fill a book but certainly a phamplet so forgive me for not going into great detail over most things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i had the exam and passed which not only surprised me but to some of my fellow coursemates (much to their annoyance). The Chirstmas period came and went without any employment few problems and even fewer women passing by. although one highlight would most definitly the new years eve party i went to which made it o so abundently clear that with the new year i needed a new start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so with the new year come those damn resolutions of which i made quite a few:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. go to gym&lt;br /&gt;2. spend less money&lt;br /&gt;3. get rid of debts&lt;br /&gt;4. lose weight&lt;br /&gt;5. get over (completely) ex&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so 5 resolutions to do which one would fall at the first hurdle, well surprisingly it was no5 as within 5 days of the new year i was back in that horrible feeling zone that i thought i had surpassed over the christmas period. cue a month of feeling blue again. however it feels i have turned a corner with this girl i no longer think about her anyway near as much and now when i do it is more worrying about her than about me and her. also i have begun to think about other women alot more which can only be a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 and 4 obviously linked and although it took me over a month and alot of nagging from a good friend i finally joined the gym and although this past week i have gone zero times, i can honestly say i am going and i plan to go 3 times this week. so hopefully sometime soon i'll be slimmer and be able to wear my favourite t-shirt once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whats happened since new year? not much really got a nice house for next year which is nice although i am starting to feel like i will miss this place i call Grafton. Oh i also got my student loan and spent it within 3 weeks (but to be fair it was mostly on debts).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell a lie i have been doing lots of things recently i've been to london and leeds both for 21st birthdays and a wedding (my first!!!)and i went to see maximo park who were awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now im back and as im back to being poor i doubt i'll have much interesting stuff to post but who knows what the future will be so for now thats its&lt;br /&gt;take it easy kids&lt;br /&gt;x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(currently listening to Joey , Bob Dylan)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. I got my ipod!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16508407-113741267789809800?l=thoughtpenny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtpenny.blogspot.com/feeds/113741267789809800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16508407&amp;postID=113741267789809800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16508407/posts/default/113741267789809800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16508407/posts/default/113741267789809800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtpenny.blogspot.com/2006/01/he-goes-out-to-empty-streets.html' title='He goes out to empty the streets'/><author><name>optinotch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00294395630502365682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16508407.post-113444330949719048</id><published>2005-12-12T18:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T19:08:29.506-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Impending Doom</title><content type='html'>The feeling i have talked about before is with me once again, i wish it weren't but it is. Why you ask? Several reasons, firstly i have a rather tough exam ahead of me in 3 days in which i should be worried about but im not (worrying about not worrying, only i could do). Secondly the situation at home, knowing full well i need to get a job christmas is worrying me a little as i really don't want to and also the prospect of a subdued and lonely christmas. this is because the events of 2004 are still with the family but also now David (my brother) is having christmas with his girlfriend so its just the three of us, also the prospect of Laura (my ex but still very close friend)not coming down is very sad as i will miss her a hell of a lot. which brings to my third reason to impending doom, Laura.&lt;br /&gt;things have not been the same since we broke up, we have moments of absolute comfortness but just moments. Normally the time we spend together is filled with uncomfortable silences or me attacking her for some reason. Its wholly my fault she has and still is trying to make this friends thing work but i am sabotaging it at every point i know why as well. I miss her as a girlfriend not just the sex but the whole package and we cant really be friends until i am comfortable with the fact she is no longer my girlfriend, depressing.&lt;br /&gt;Well im not gonna end this post on such a depressing tone so my plans for christmas are taking shape. 21st is my good friend heather's 21st so a massive night will occur then with a reunion of old friends taking place at the same time it will not only be eventful but awesome as well. then christmas eve another big night will follow with us all heading down to the route 66 to drink and be merry. Gonna take same warm clothes so i can see the sunrise on christmas morning that will be something. obviously christmas day will be with the family which moves us to upto new year. No concrete plans as of yet but a trip to Dartmouth is on the cards that would be great.&lt;br /&gt;so in the words of some famous lyricists&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" its been a long december, maybe this year will be better than the last" and&lt;br /&gt;"things can only get better"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this will be my last post for a while as i dont have the internet at home so merry christmas everyone and happy new year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take it easy kids&lt;br /&gt;x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Currently listening to California, Joni Mitchell)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16508407-113444330949719048?l=thoughtpenny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtpenny.blogspot.com/feeds/113444330949719048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16508407&amp;postID=113444330949719048' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16508407/posts/default/113444330949719048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16508407/posts/default/113444330949719048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtpenny.blogspot.com/2005/12/impending-doom.html' title='Impending Doom'/><author><name>optinotch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00294395630502365682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16508407.post-113392684385337717</id><published>2005-12-06T19:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T19:41:24.073-08:00</updated><title type='text'>3.33am. No shitting you honest</title><content type='html'>Well this blog has laid dorment long enough, its for it to erupt!!! Sometimes i think i should erupt just to be taken seriously. For example i feel i am too generous, to the point that im always offering stuff to people just so i dont feel that they are being left out. But no longer shall this happen, i will not offer anything to anyone if you ask then maybe. since i last posted few significant things have happened ive been out twice in two weeks (thats poor) both times throughly enjoying myself and getting completly hammered. i guess there's more to talk about but its now 3.45 and im pretty tired so i'm just gonna go to bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take it easy kids&lt;br /&gt;x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(currently listening to ben harper)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16508407-113392684385337717?l=thoughtpenny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtpenny.blogspot.com/feeds/113392684385337717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16508407&amp;postID=113392684385337717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16508407/posts/default/113392684385337717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16508407/posts/default/113392684385337717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtpenny.blogspot.com/2005/12/333am-no-shitting-you-honest.html' title='3.33am. No shitting you honest'/><author><name>optinotch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00294395630502365682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16508407.post-113274732416106077</id><published>2005-11-23T03:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T04:02:04.173-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We're wearing suits don't you know</title><content type='html'>After completing my essays on sunday night at 4am (so i guess monday morning) the sense of jubilation had not come as myslef and spaans had expected which made me more than a little sad, however upon handing them over to the departmental secretary i did experience a sense of pleasure not unlike winning £16 on a lottery scratchcard unfortunatly still there was no jubilation or even ecstasy in sight.&lt;br /&gt;So now the essays are done and dusted, what now? Now i have to face the future ive been talking a little to a similiar disenchanted friend he's had a few ideas now i must mull them over. In regards to Uni, yes so far this year has been pretty shit will it improve? no one know's,  its simply one of those giant leap of faiths that must be taken, i'm starting to think that these next few weeks is the time that will define my life in many ways, or it could just be because i'm listening to some really rather rousing music again who can tell.&lt;br /&gt;Tonight there is (hoepfully) a big group of us going out with three of us in particular going out in Suits (hence the witty title) i hoping its gonna be fun filled evening i think it will and who know's i might go for some chicken, maybe have some sex!!! ah ron is so funny&lt;br /&gt;Recently i have gotten very close to a friend from home to be honest she's a bit of stranger but for some reason ive told her quite a lot about myself to her and vice versa which is nice a neutral outlet, this is good because it means i can talk to someone else other than laura therefore being able to have fun with her and staying friends a realistic hope.&lt;br /&gt;anyway i think thats about it for the moment i'll probably post tomorrow but who knows i might die!! probably not though&lt;br /&gt;take it easy kids&lt;br /&gt;x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(currently listening to an unknown track from forrest gump_)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16508407-113274732416106077?l=thoughtpenny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtpenny.blogspot.com/feeds/113274732416106077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16508407&amp;postID=113274732416106077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16508407/posts/default/113274732416106077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16508407/posts/default/113274732416106077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtpenny.blogspot.com/2005/11/were-wearing-suits-dont-you-know.html' title='We&apos;re wearing suits don&apos;t you know'/><author><name>optinotch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00294395630502365682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16508407.post-113256531701966266</id><published>2005-11-21T09:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T01:28:37.033-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A feeling very much like sneezing</title><content type='html'>That is the feeling i had once i had typed the very last word of my last essay that is due in at midday today. I finished earlier this morning at around 4am, so it seems like a fine wine with age my organisational skills have improved, yet only marginally.  this is because last year i waited till the saturday afternoon of the last weekend to start wirk on two essays, whereas this year i had already finished one by that time.&lt;br /&gt;So all in all a success? I don't know I won't know that till the results but to be honest im not that hopeful but anyhoo thats out of my hands now and ive got much to do today!&lt;br /&gt;Firstly handing in those essays once I have done that that feeling of pure ecstasy will be with once again for a short while. then I must decide whether or not to get my haircut i'm thinking i might delay it till thursday as even though ive had 5 hours sleep im pretty tired and would like some more sleep before my heavy session of alcohol abuse begins. I hope i'm not a fool tonight&lt;br /&gt;well folks thats it for anoth enthralling enstallment of my life the panic that gripped me over the last few days has receded and now a gentle calm has awashed over me ah!!&lt;br /&gt;take it easy kids&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Currently listening to Albion, Peter Doherty)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16508407-113256531701966266?l=thoughtpenny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtpenny.blogspot.com/feeds/113256531701966266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16508407&amp;postID=113256531701966266' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16508407/posts/default/113256531701966266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16508407/posts/default/113256531701966266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtpenny.blogspot.com/2005/11/feeling-very-much-like-sneezing.html' title='A feeling very much like sneezing'/><author><name>optinotch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00294395630502365682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16508407.post-113236525463752971</id><published>2005-11-18T17:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-18T17:54:14.646-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thinking about things</title><content type='html'>Ok so i'm sat here at my computer avoiding my essay so what i know it has to be in 60 hours but anyway whilst i've been avoiding this essay i've been thinking about things one thing in particular, coincidences and also fate so actually two things.&lt;br /&gt;The other night my good friend james (its been over a year now) mentioned that he believed there were no coincidences, this got me thinking is this true? and if so does that mean we're all destined to do one thing? also if we are all destined to do one thing then does our subconsciuos know what that is and is subtlely nudgeing us in the right direction?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the dictionary states that coincidence means " A sequence of events that although accidental seems to have been planned or arranged."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whilst thinking further into this i thought of things that have happened to me both good and bad, and although some of it makes me sad i seem to raise a smile at the thought of this no coincidence theory that there is a reason for everything. so maybe the reason i was crap at football is not simply because i was crap but because someone somewhere wants me to do something else maybe be a photographer or journalist or even a spy.&lt;br /&gt;Then it struck me, i now have an excuse for why i am crap at something, ace!&lt;br /&gt;take it easy kids&lt;br /&gt;x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(currently listening to Taylor, Jack Johnson)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16508407-113236525463752971?l=thoughtpenny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtpenny.blogspot.com/feeds/113236525463752971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16508407&amp;postID=113236525463752971' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16508407/posts/default/113236525463752971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16508407/posts/default/113236525463752971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtpenny.blogspot.com/2005/11/thinking-about-things.html' title='Thinking about things'/><author><name>optinotch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00294395630502365682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16508407.post-113205895235762875</id><published>2005-11-14T17:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T04:49:12.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'>At Least This Time I've Started With A Week To Spare</title><content type='html'>Thats rights folks its essay time doesnt time fly when your having fun, or not whatever. So far ive managed to do 500 words which is exactly a 5th of the target and ive got lots more to write about its just hard linking it all up. anyway enough about my essays, what have i been upto since i last posted, well ive been working at "the shop" quite a lot in the last few days on friday i did a 9 hour shift which was pretty crappy but hey its money. Have not been intoxicated alcohol or otherwise for well over a week which again is pretty crappy, however i am attending a party in york on wednesday night which will give me ample opportunity to catch up and then again on monday when i hand in my essays i shall be hitting it hard. what else oh im going through quite a dry spell at the moment if you know what i mean, hopefully i'll get to end that pretty soon. Reading back on this my life sounds pretty depressing. Wait its not don't go hear me out honestly, its improved substantially in the last few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;Firstly i feel calmer than i have done in a long time alot more laid back than in recent times which is good, signals a return to my old self. also i have been very kindly lent some very cool records, firstly David Bowies Hunky Dory and secondly The Jam live, both after a quick first listen seem pretty good. Finally i've been making plans which is always good.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway i better get back to the essays so&lt;br /&gt;Take it easy kids&lt;br /&gt;x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(currently listening to Ball and Biscuit, The White Stripes)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16508407-113205895235762875?l=thoughtpenny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtpenny.blogspot.com/feeds/113205895235762875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16508407&amp;postID=113205895235762875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16508407/posts/default/113205895235762875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16508407/posts/default/113205895235762875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtpenny.blogspot.com/2005/11/at-least-this-time-ive-started-with.html' title='At Least This Time I&apos;ve Started With A Week To Spare'/><author><name>optinotch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00294395630502365682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16508407.post-113132224312934240</id><published>2005-11-06T16:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-06T16:10:43.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boredom It's A Funny Old Thing Don't You Think?</title><content type='html'>I' m sitting here at my computer, its midnight, my housemates are all busy playing computer games (the antisociable bastards) and i'm all on my own, so yeah to say i was bored would be a pretty accurate assumpation of how im feeling.&lt;br /&gt;Now the funny thing about boredom is that it can do two things to you, firstly it can make you think, which sometimes (sorry most of the time depress you) or it can drive you to do something that you wouldn't normally do. Luckily instead of thinking (for which i do far too much) i did the latter option. For some people, this new thing would be to try a new thing maybe bungee jumping or sky diving,  i hear extreme ironing is supposed to be quite fun. However due to many aspects mainly the time, my new thing is that i learnt all about cold fusion, exciting i know but the next time someones asks "whats cold fusion all about" I can step upto the plate. Unfortunatly  whilst reading it i remembered why i detested science so much,  it made me bored so, i guess i'm back to the start, huh didnt expect that did you oh well at least it wasted a few minutes telling you guys about it.&lt;br /&gt;take it easy kids&lt;br /&gt;x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(currently listening to Anna Begins Counting Crows)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16508407-113132224312934240?l=thoughtpenny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtpenny.blogspot.com/feeds/113132224312934240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16508407&amp;postID=113132224312934240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16508407/posts/default/113132224312934240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16508407/posts/default/113132224312934240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtpenny.blogspot.com/2005/11/boredom-its-funny-old-thing-dont-you.html' title='Boredom It&apos;s A Funny Old Thing Don&apos;t You Think?'/><author><name>optinotch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00294395630502365682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16508407.post-113120468201216109</id><published>2005-11-05T07:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-05T07:31:22.023-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When You Do Nothing, You Think</title><content type='html'>Well hello there, how are you? thats good. Me, well i've been better but you know take the rough with the smooth and all that.&lt;br /&gt;I'm in my room all on my own with a horrible feeling in my stomach, you know james the one of impending doom. I know why but i'm not going to elaborate on that.&lt;br /&gt;What have i been upto recently? Not alot although i went out on Thursday to the welly, which was interesting. Went out with the usual guys kenny ford james etc and also laura. started off as a good night, had a fun drinking game got to the club had a few dances etc then well the shit started to hit the fan. Laura started to talk to a guy that she'd gone with last week and obviously being the ex got analy jealous  and it all went downhill from there.&lt;br /&gt;To be fair i am quite surprised at myself as im not a jealous person at all i remember when we went out she talked to guys all the time but i was never bothered at all (im sure at times much to her annoyance) but now its different i guess because it could be im not going home with her, im not wakeing up next to her and maybe because he has and who knows may well do.&lt;br /&gt;so i'm gonna avoid going out for the next few weeks otherwise i may end up as the psychotic ex always watching which i dont want, plus it coincides well with the severe fund shortage and impeding essays and exams.&lt;br /&gt;Also i'm just gonna stop talking, whoever said talking helps was a TWAT  because it doesn't it really doesn't. So if i don't post for awhile then its because i really have nothing to say as i'm gonna stick to this little promise of mine just like the veg diet.&lt;br /&gt;Alright fellas thats it for now   &lt;br /&gt;Take it easy kids&lt;br /&gt;x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(currently listening to Pipedown, Babyshambles)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16508407-113120468201216109?l=thoughtpenny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtpenny.blogspot.com/feeds/113120468201216109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16508407&amp;postID=113120468201216109' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16508407/posts/default/113120468201216109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16508407/posts/default/113120468201216109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtpenny.blogspot.com/2005/11/when-you-do-nothing-you-think.html' title='When You Do Nothing, You Think'/><author><name>optinotch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00294395630502365682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16508407.post-113101362776992785</id><published>2005-11-03T02:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-03T02:27:07.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'>you only realise how important something is when its gone</title><content type='html'>I have not post properly for quite a while and for that i must apologise as i know my many millions of fans have been eagerly awaiting for the next instalment in my trival and sometimes mundane life.&lt;br /&gt;So since i've last posted i have been having a bit of a rollercoaster time of it to be honest, i embarked on a 17 hour round trip home (8 hours down there 9 back up) i spent a week at home which at times was really great (home cooked dinners parents and visiting the house) and some not so great times. Also when i came back we had our first party at the Grafton Manor!! (although it would be nice time to have a little more notice next time fellas) the party was cool it was good meeting greeny and john's friends and of course was always nice to catch up with orta!&lt;br /&gt;    That week also saw the arrival of Spaansy's friends and girlfriend from home, Kate, Barney and hannah. all of which are mightly sound(kate refurnished spaans's room therefore legend. barney was funny although shy at first and hannah was not only sound but a complete hottie) and a good laugh. On the wednesday i was convinced by the group to sample the highlife of our su bar the sanctuary, which by the way is a very plush place, we won £3 on cluedo yet never got our winnings (damn computers). Anyway that night was a lot of fun.&lt;br /&gt;    Unfortunatly things take a slight turn for the worse after that. Some dirty crackhead broke into our house and stole my ipod and james xbox, can you believe it whilst we were all sleepin. and my ipod its so infuriating ridiculous. For a good three days afterwards i was fuming even now i am quite pissed off.&lt;br /&gt;Then i get a waring from my tutor about attendance and what he thinks i should do, well judas fuck off!!! Following this i slowly begin to realise that te girl i am madly in love with has gone for good which depresses me immensly, and after reading someones blog about the emptiness of casual sex the feeling of love although at times amazing can also be very very shit.&lt;br /&gt;To round off these last few weeks have been difficult and i've got a feeling that this year, my second year at uni may be the shit year i have (swine had it in the first year) of uni due to many things, i am starting to dread getting out of bed every morning and i have not done that for a while. ah the simple pleasures of primary school is something i long for no homework, no money, no girls, just friends, football and games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take it easy kids&lt;br /&gt;x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Currently listening to Albion, Babyshambles)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16508407-113101362776992785?l=thoughtpenny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtpenny.blogspot.com/feeds/113101362776992785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16508407&amp;postID=113101362776992785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16508407/posts/default/113101362776992785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16508407/posts/default/113101362776992785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtpenny.blogspot.com/2005/11/you-only-realise-how-important.html' title='you only realise how important something is when its gone'/><author><name>optinotch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00294395630502365682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16508407.post-113067701528398723</id><published>2005-10-29T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-30T04:56:55.313-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In A Noble Land Is It Good To Be Noble</title><content type='html'>I CAN'T BE FUCKED TO POST AT THE MOMENT&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16508407-113067701528398723?l=thoughtpenny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtpenny.blogspot.com/feeds/113067701528398723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16508407&amp;postID=113067701528398723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16508407/posts/default/113067701528398723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16508407/posts/default/113067701528398723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtpenny.blogspot.com/2005/10/in-noble-land-is-it-good-to-be-noble.html' title='In A Noble Land Is It Good To Be Noble'/><author><name>optinotch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00294395630502365682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16508407.post-112945678820523166</id><published>2005-10-16T02:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-16T02:59:48.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Body Hates Me, It Really Fucking Hates Me!!</title><content type='html'>Well What was promised to be a mad weekend with two gigs in two days, copious amounts of alcohol and lots of laughs, instead i bust my knee spend 3 hours at A&amp;E and miss the second gig thus ruining my weekend completely!!&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I'll start from the beginning Friday Afternoon Ford's mate from home comes up for the weekend, Blakey. We start drinking down the local thurst quencher at about 2pm, have a bit of grub at the same time and generally get liquored up. Then around 5 we head back to the manor to properly prepare for the night ahead, which was set up to be a stormer as we were going to see an excellent new band called the Subways. Anyway by the time 9pm comes along Jon and Greeny (who also pur-chased tickets) were ready and off we went.&lt;br /&gt;Long story short got to gig, Blakey threw his beer at the bassist (who's a girl) can imagine not the best start to make, I as always at gigs get right in the mosh pit last about 5 songs before BANG!!!! someone kicked me in the knee, can you fucking believe it, not only was i in agony but the whole of my left leg was rendered useless for a good 15 seconds, untill i managed (with the help of the crowd pushing me) to get to the side of the stage, composing myself i set of to find a comfy chair to sit in thus missing most of the gig!!!&lt;br /&gt;Next morning wake up in a blaze of agony phone the old dear (she's a nurse) get ordered to go to A&amp;amp;E (she's an army nurse) goto to A&amp;amp;E and spend the next three hours of my life there.&lt;br /&gt;After an intial examination, then an xray, then anoher examination and finally one more examination, the doctor comes to the decison that he's not sure whats wrong with it, Typical.&lt;br /&gt;So he suggests a cast, i slap him (well thats a lie, i dont) he then gives me a bandage and says "if it gets worse come back. Great what a waste of time!!!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway being a pathetic cripple he advises me not to go to the gig that night and thus ruining my entire weekend, beacuse of one (at the time thought to be little) knock to the patella i'm basically fucked!&lt;br /&gt;As i like to end on a good note i am going home tomorrow for a week to see my family which is nice and my dear old mum will be able to look after me woot!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take it easy kids&lt;br /&gt;x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Currently listening to The Subways Oh Yeah)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16508407-112945678820523166?l=thoughtpenny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtpenny.blogspot.com/feeds/112945678820523166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16508407&amp;postID=112945678820523166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16508407/posts/default/112945678820523166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16508407/posts/default/112945678820523166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtpenny.blogspot.com/2005/10/my-body-hates-me-it-really-fucking.html' title='My Body Hates Me, It Really Fucking Hates Me!!'/><author><name>optinotch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00294395630502365682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16508407.post-112919880037656665</id><published>2005-10-13T02:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T03:20:00.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What Really Grinds My Gears!!</title><content type='html'>Its been an interesting week so far, things have been progressing nicely with laura on the being friends front(we have a laugh, we hang out and there's no awkwardness which is cool), I've worked quite a lot (in fact ive worked everyday since last thursday) and ive been doing some actual work in terms of uni which is very good. However there have been a few things that have got in my way of having a good week, for example the fact i havnt been out at all this week yet im so much poorer than i thought i was and do you know what we really grinds my gears? No. How long you got?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Indie boys with trousers so tight you know they spent an hour putting them on with the help of vaseline! I mean really is there any need to go out and purposely buy trousers that are meant for eleven year old boys? And don't give me that crap about "er its not becaus eim following fashion its just cheaper" Asda sell perfectly fitting jeans (that dont look like a second skin) for about three pounds. All i'm saying is guys, look in the mirror!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. World of Warcraft (Wow), The vein of my existence at the moment if you don't know what it is i'll briefly explain. Wow is a massive online role playing game where thousends of people play either with or against each other in a fantasy land like lord of the rings, personally i think its pretty crap but thats just one man's opinion. anyway my beef with Wow is not the fact that its crap but that it has stolen most of my housemates, thats right Fordy, Spaans and James have all been taken over by this disease. What was once a bustling and entertaing lounge has now turned into a mere walkway to the kitchen and  no longer social place, how long will this last I cannot say How long untill i sabotage their computers I cannot say, what i can say is that i feel violated by Wow it has raped me of my friends!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Banks. I think there is a conspiracy going on against me to destroy me financially and mentally i'm serious they are making me go insane its like a group sharks circling around me  waiting to pounce and tear me limb from limb. Bastards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart From those things its been a pretty good week hopefully going out tonight to the ever impressive Welly club but i am working (of course) untill 10 so its gonna be a rush job!!&lt;br /&gt;anyway thats all for now, untill next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take it easy kids&lt;br /&gt;x&lt;br /&gt;(currently listening to Whatever, Oasis)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16508407-112919880037656665?l=thoughtpenny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtpenny.blogspot.com/feeds/112919880037656665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16508407&amp;postID=112919880037656665' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16508407/posts/default/112919880037656665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16508407/posts/default/112919880037656665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtpenny.blogspot.com/2005/10/what-really-grinds-my-gears.html' title='What Really Grinds My Gears!!'/><author><name>optinotch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00294395630502365682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16508407.post-112869975683506227</id><published>2005-10-07T16:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T08:44:02.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Work, Computers, Alcohol, Oh And Some People</title><content type='html'>Well its been nearly two weeks since i last posted and well, i've done quite a lot. Firstly i went out a couple times last week got hammered did some stuff which looking back may of been a little silly. However taking the advice of fellow drinker Ford who gives a fuck!!&lt;br /&gt;fell out with ex then became friends again whilst realising that my futile attempts to get her back in the sack were never going to work, so like all great people in this world...i gave up. Just friends with her now which is ok i guess, she is pretty cool and i still enjoy spending time with her its just a pitty about the lack of sex. Anyway from now on she will be called by her real name and not by "ex", her real name is Laura.&lt;br /&gt;anyway i avoided going out all weekend and managed to save some money by using the age old excuse of "sorry guys gotta work" which is infact true but unfortunatly quite sad because i actually worked 27 hours this week, next week i'm scheduled to work 25 hours (the most a student is reccomended to work whilst studying is 12 hours a week), it is all money though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week i also discovered the world of online gaming through a game called Counter Strike its like a s.a.s style game where your on a team either terrorists or counter-terrorists and you have to kill each other its quite addictive and very fun sort of living out the dreams of when you wanted to be like that (thinking back to days of the old schoolyard). So when not working ive been playing that or reading up on my course which is pleasing me as im actually starting to get stuff done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The big night of the week for me came last night, where myself Ford, Kenny and a few of his yankee friends came out with us to the Welly (a very stylish indie club) and at the last minute a friend off my course Jason (who liks his indie) decided to come along so it was quite a good size group. Can't really remember what happened apart from drinking way too much dancing like a maniac to Teenage Kicks and finally making first contact to the delectable Irish Girl of my course, although her Friend (or as Ford likes to say Cock blocker) kept interrupting us and trying to drag her away. Unfortunatly due to my severe state of intoxication i quickly got bored of the interruptions and decided to go find fellow friends, oh well at least she knows who i am now. All in all a good night especially after finalising plans with Kenny about our trip across America next summer I can't wait and this is something i'm actually gonna do...so i guess those 25 hour weeks are gonna become a regular thing then!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take it easy kids&lt;br /&gt;x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Currently listening to The Paddingtons new album, not impressed)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16508407-112869975683506227?l=thoughtpenny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtpenny.blogspot.com/feeds/112869975683506227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16508407&amp;postID=112869975683506227' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16508407/posts/default/112869975683506227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16508407/posts/default/112869975683506227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtpenny.blogspot.com/2005/10/work-computers-alcohol-oh-and-some.html' title='Work, Computers, Alcohol, Oh And Some People'/><author><name>optinotch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00294395630502365682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16508407.post-112760886905882222</id><published>2005-09-24T08:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-24T17:41:09.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Once again I get to watch that film!!</title><content type='html'>You may be asking "what film is that?" Well people its not One night in Paris and it is most certainly not pride and prejuidice (although having seen that the other day i do feel slightly more cultured and better off so thank you ex for taking me) it is infact the great Almost famous Untitled (the directors cut). This film is in my opinon the greatest film ever made, forget Star Wars, forget The Godfather, this is awesome purely for the fact that this film rreally captured my imagination and summed up what i have always wanted to do, be a rock journalist, if you havnt seen it already then go.&lt;br /&gt;Well I've just been to work 5 hours of dullness, which surprisngly went fast even after havig to endure 4o mins small talk with my manager about my home town, i mean really just fuck off!!&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling a bit homesick at the moment i'm not sure why might be because my parents are away so i absoultly have no choice about going home i might go home when they get back but then again due the superb fuck up i am i can't really afford so i doubt i will.&lt;br /&gt;Just had a phone call from the ex asking me to walk her home from the asylum (about a 3omin round trip) i suggest a taxi she says " oh fine its ok i'll make my own way home" you know intending a guilt trip on me. for a moment i ignore and then i think if this was hannah or graeme i would do it so i get up from bed put my clothes back on leave the house with my trusty ipod and proceed to walk, a few  seconds later i phone her just to make sure she's there and she has a go at me saying its too late now im getting a taxi hear a guys voice, think well fuck you and hang up, now i feel proper shit i don't know why its just that sickening feeling at the pit of my stomach (you know kinda like impending doom)&lt;br /&gt;love sucks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take it easy kids&lt;br /&gt;x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(John Legend, Number One)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16508407-112760886905882222?l=thoughtpenny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtpenny.blogspot.com/feeds/112760886905882222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16508407&amp;postID=112760886905882222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16508407/posts/default/112760886905882222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16508407/posts/default/112760886905882222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtpenny.blogspot.com/2005/09/once-again-i-get-to-watch-that-film.html' title='Once again I get to watch that film!!'/><author><name>optinotch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00294395630502365682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16508407.post-112747017526802165</id><published>2005-09-23T11:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-23T03:09:35.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost, Is It? Or Am I?</title><content type='html'>Well Its now 10.37am on Friday morning and i'm debating whether or not i should go to my lecture, my rooms a mess and i'd quite like to tidy it, maybe even sort out my notes on yesterday lectures which i must say was surprisingly interesting.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was quite an uneventful day apart from the fact i managed to watch 12 episodes of Lost bringing me up to the season finale which i am quite pleased at however there are, as always some things troubling me.&lt;br /&gt;Firstly i'm not sure if its me but i feel like something has changed in the house, the dynamics, something has gone i'm not sure what but it was a very weird feeling sitting in the lounge last night but then again maybe it was just me being paranoid!!&lt;br /&gt;The ex came round last night, shes got a job at the local nightclub which is just round the corner so thats good for her, she wasn't please with me last night though think she ws annoyed i was watching lost what can i do i still don't have light for my room!!&lt;br /&gt;I've always been quite a restless person and im starting to think that i need to get away for awhile, ive been here a month thats quite a long time maybe visit some friends or a new city hmmm i hear prague is nice this time of year, ah well i have no money so pipe dreams!!&lt;br /&gt;anyway as im  a fucking waster I'm not gonna go sorry Spaansy I'm a bad influence&lt;br /&gt;take it easy kids&lt;br /&gt;x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Joseph Arthur In the Sun)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16508407-112747017526802165?l=thoughtpenny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtpenny.blogspot.com/feeds/112747017526802165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16508407&amp;postID=112747017526802165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16508407/posts/default/112747017526802165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16508407/posts/default/112747017526802165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtpenny.blogspot.com/2005/09/lost-is-it-or-am-i_23.html' title='Lost, Is It? Or Am I?'/><author><name>optinotch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00294395630502365682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16508407.post-112720769374080263</id><published>2005-09-20T01:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T02:14:53.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a while.</title><content type='html'>Hello sailors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that freshers week is over and done with i feel that a review of it all is due. Well what can i say in those seven days not that much actually happened although we went out on the monday night, which was alright although it was pretty busy, no strike that it was fucking rammed!! nonetheless we got to know our american buddy Kenny who is great and im sure there will be many stories involving him in the future!&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday night was also fun although being chatted up by a horrifically ugly girl was not, however i take heart in the fact that Fordy and James were also subjected to the horrors, wasn't impressed with spaans who stayed for ten minutes and left way too early. Unfortunatly got into a fight with the ex-missus about blanking regrettfully said some stuff i shouldn't have, but hey thats the power of alcohol.&lt;br /&gt;the next couple of nights just blur into one memory of me being pretty high, i'm starting to get the feeling that some of the guys in my house are getting pissed off at me with my regular drug use maybe i should stop? Fuck it there's stuff about them that really gets on my tits but i keep quiet so they can do same and if they wanna moan about it DO IT BEHIND MY BACK then i won't know, thus avoiding any arguements or future awkwardness!!&lt;br /&gt;Sat night was a complete blowout. As i now have gainful employment (the shop across the road) i had to work whislt my fellow housemates attended a house party savage i know, however there was a slight silver lining in the fact that i finished at 12 and as we all know all good houseparties kick off round about then. Anyway, finished work phoned james&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hey man whats going on?&lt;br /&gt;James:  Ah man its fucking dross&lt;br /&gt;Me: what you mean? is it not worth me coming up?&lt;br /&gt;James: well im rounding up the guys and we're gonna go soon, you can come up but we'll go as soon as you get here&lt;br /&gt;Me: ah man i'm not walking up there if i'm gonna come home straight away&lt;br /&gt;James: alright man well we should be back in about 20mins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So based on the information received i chose to light my beautifully crafted spliff and not descend on the so called drossness(New word?) of a party. Unfortunatly before the night is out i realise (with the help of Fordy) that i was tricked it was infact a very funny party (with fish leaping into toilet bowls of their own free will how could it not be), it was just that james wasn't enjoying himself as much as everyone else told me it was dross, told the guys i couldnt be bothered to come out and eventually got them with the exception of spaans who stayed for a little longer. so to recap sat night, worked, got tricked, no deceived by mate and got stoned, moral of the story always phone spaansy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i might get my own back on james by taking his mother out for a nice seafood dinner and never call her again!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah anchorman solves everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway Monday night was much more of a succes, we were all in high spirits watching films in the lounge just chilling out when we decided to go out the front on the water coincindently named the waterfront, but first we ventured to the revolution bar (fancy cocktail bar) with our three american friends Kenny, Jessica and Kevin and to be honest what happened next is all a bit of a blur, i remember fordy shouting at the bar maid about nachos and then thrwoing a glass on the floor, oh i remember hearing "Your banned you cock" and fordy replied "No your banned you cocksucker" haha. Then we proceeded to the front where we drank a little, danced a little and generally had a ball James was on top form with the american girl Spaans was fighting off an irish lass, Fordy was ascertaining the phone number of a east end girl called Jeanenne who i think may of been married to man called Barry and I, thanks in part too a girl called sally sort of re-ignited things with the ex, even if it was just for one night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all a good few days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take it easy kids&lt;br /&gt;x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Currently Listening to Oh Yeah The Subways)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16508407-112720769374080263?l=thoughtpenny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtpenny.blogspot.com/feeds/112720769374080263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16508407&amp;postID=112720769374080263' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16508407/posts/default/112720769374080263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16508407/posts/default/112720769374080263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtpenny.blogspot.com/2005/09/its-been-while.html' title='It&apos;s been a while.'/><author><name>optinotch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00294395630502365682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16508407.post-112633732203034106</id><published>2005-09-10T00:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-10T00:28:42.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The First night out</title><content type='html'>Started awesome seeing old friends catching up sinking some beers, got pretty wasted then swine got beaten up!! you know you did man haha nah it was quite funny seeing the bouncer asking swine "have you got anything, like you know a disease" I was tempted to step in and say only aids but she looked well scary!!! it was most definetly a unexpected but highly comical end to the night. oh i just remembered what happened to using extordinary long words last night it didnt last!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I say that was the end of the night it was infact not because when I gave my farewells to the guys I recieved a call from a certain someone, being highly intoxicated and really rather horny I went round there to get some, however when I did climb into her bed we both lost consciencness and upon waking this morning hopeful of morning fun we instead had the talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now we are just friends no more together no more sex nothing apart from friendship how do i feel? well i feel a little relieved, in the sense that at least I now know where I stand but I do also feel quite sad that its the end of the road, but as my good buddys swine and phaeox both say all good things must come to an end. plus its freshers week now so fresh meat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I"m still gonna try and nail her though!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well all in all it was a good night but now i have to leave for work i'm quite tempted to wake everyone as punishment for me going to work but i guess im just too nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take it easy kids&lt;br /&gt;untill next time&lt;br /&gt;x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(currently listening to Aerosmith, Sweet Emotion)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16508407-112633732203034106?l=thoughtpenny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtpenny.blogspot.com/feeds/112633732203034106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16508407&amp;postID=112633732203034106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16508407/posts/default/112633732203034106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16508407/posts/default/112633732203034106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtpenny.blogspot.com/2005/09/first-night-out.html' title='The First night out'/><author><name>optinotch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00294395630502365682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16508407.post-112619185998997671</id><published>2005-09-08T16:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T08:04:19.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the billionth blog</title><content type='html'>Yes i know It's not very original and ive probably copied somebody by starting a blog but fuck it i dont care if i want to i can so i bloody(being stereotypically english, i also enjoy cricket and tea) well will, so here goes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm English (as metioned before), and im proud to be, (despite being humilated by the wannabe english last night anyone notice that there flag is very similar to us hmmm) originally born in the west of england in a little known town of Bristol (city i think) i have moved around quite a bit so much so that some of my friends think im nomadic( im not honest!!) at the moment i currently preside in hull!! although its got a bad rep i love it, its a funky little City and even though i live in rough part of it (apparently) theres even a road nearby that reminds me very much of camden in london.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was gonna write alot more but you see there is a game of cricket that im missing and i'd really like to get back to it but i'm sure i'll be back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;untill then kids take it easy&lt;br /&gt;x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Currently listening to Beautiful World Colin Hay)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16508407-112619185998997671?l=thoughtpenny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtpenny.blogspot.com/feeds/112619185998997671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16508407&amp;postID=112619185998997671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16508407/posts/default/112619185998997671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16508407/posts/default/112619185998997671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtpenny.blogspot.com/2005/09/billionth-blog.html' title='the billionth blog'/><author><name>optinotch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00294395630502365682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
