Norman's conquest to destroy me

I have had the most dull Saturday ever. The rest of my family had purchased tickets to see Aresnal play Fulham at the Emirates, although I don't really care about football, I would still have liked to have gone, however nobody got Tom a ticket much to my annoyance. At least it was a boring 0-0 draw.

So I've spent much of the day watching TV and trying to beat Australia on the playstation, I failed at that by the way, by five wickets. However, I did manage to fix my msn, turned out when I updated Norman (Norton) it had decided to just be more of a bastard than usual and consider msn a threat, which I can understand, but I'd prefer if Norton let me know it was blocking a program before it's blocked. This is what's happening to the world, computers are making their own irrational decisions, that should be my job.

I borrowed Snow Patrol's A Hundred Millions Suns of a friend the other day, just listened to it. Meh is all I can say, the band claim this album is really different to the others because it's actually about a relationship which is working apart from one which is about chasing cars...I fail to see how this album is even vaguely jubilant though, nearly all these songs are dull and have such depressing titles like: 'Please just take these photos from my hands' and 'Disaster button', there's even a song which lasts 16 minutes, that's not a joke by the way, there really is.
Snow Patrol should just leave the happy stuff to happy people who aren't from Glasgow and can write music which doesn't mention an element of Armageddon in every chorus.

Ok, I have just ranted about Snow Patrol and my computer. I should probably stop moaning about my computer, it might turn against me even more and start randomly restarting whenever it gets tired, oh no, it's already doing that, damn.
Then again, despite my rants I certainly can't complain about life in general. I have a wonderful girlfriend, my grades are steadily improving, even in French actually, and there's the cricket season to look forward to. I WILL NOT have any major injuries this year, I have actually suprised myself in being vaguely professional and preparing my body for the upcoming summer, still have managed to pull a muscle in my shoulder though, why am I so feeble?

Tom,

I hate Buzz.

Buzz Lightyear is such a dick, sorry but he is. Don't worry, I can sort of justify why myself and my brother have been watching Toy Story. My msn isn't working, the sky box is being temperamental which is particularly annoying seeing as England are playing right now and my ipod headphones have decided to go on some sort of strike and simply blast me with instrumental, apart from the world of electronics falling apart around me I have had quite a good day though.
However, I have been left with the rather difficult question of is Fireworks more annoying than Flash and should I have even bothered moving from one CRAP software to another? Both seem to have been purely designed to torment me until I just reach breaking point, cower down on me knees and start screaming 'MERCY!' at them. As of writing this, I haven't quite reached breaking point.

Hmmm...what other news....Oh, everyone's coming up with excuses to escape a certain someone's party, my cousins from Scotland are coming down for tea and biscuits...All my cousins. I know it's mean, I acknowledge that, but I would rather spend an afternoon alone in a box with Flash MX then have to be with the person concerned (he doesn't deserve a nickname) oh I'm so evil.

I hear sky is back on....

Tom,

Today...Being the 24th February, which I've just learnt is pancake day, however I did not have a pancake, I had fish pie, damn.

Ok referring to my last post, maybe I don't hate Lost, it just certainly felt like it at the time. I feel a bit guilty though, OG has asked me for the series 3 dvds after leaving the show at the end of series 2 due to sky buying it (evil sky). Bart has also requested to borrow season 1, I agreed but I don't think it's fair that these relatively friendly people should have to suffer.

Haven't had the greatest day ever, failed at a science test, forgot my History coursework and have to write out my French coursework all again because it's just so utterly crap. Obviously all those things are my fault and I accept that, but it's making me very frustrated and MFL really isn't helping with my already strained relationship with the French.

Should just get on with things and stop whining,

Tom,

ANGRY

I HATE LOST I HATE LOST I HATE LOST I HATE LOST I HATE LOST I HATE LOST I HATE LOST I HATE LOST I HATE LOST I HATE LOST I HATE LOST I HATE LOST I HATE LOST I HATE LOST...Ok think I made my point.

Tom,

Good Day Sunshine - The Beatles (VERY HAPPY SONG)

I think, though I can't be certain, that today might be the sunniest day of 2009 so far... I've been able to have my first net session all year anyway, where I almost dislocated my shoulder and tripped over the weird crater at the end of the bowler's run up which has decided to form over the past few months.
Does look like though that batting in front of the television with a ruler and throwing a tennis ball against my wall and blocking it all winter has payed of, I'm definitely going to score a century this year. Monty would be proud, if he was still playing that is.

Should have done some more work though, need to do some bloody oral questions, though quite frankly I don't see the point, I've been told I will fail, there's no escaping that fact.
Might be going into Cheltenham tomorrow with a couple of friends, chance I could see my first ever 3D film, not sure if 3D films are a good idea, I might get carried away and actually start to believe that things are flying at my face.
That's all dependant on me finding some money though, where did all the money go?

Tom,

Poor Monty

I don't think I'm taking Charlotte's death on last night's Lost very well, I've done loads of French work.
But I was thinking...The whole time thing, Charlotte tells Dan that he told her when she was small that she could never come back to the island, but she does...Buuuut what if Charlotte happens to be someone's constant, like Ben's?...No...That wouldn't work, because Ben can't return to the island, and according to Dan the past can't be changed without a constant, OH GOD!!! I'M SO CONFUSED.

Apart from trying to figure out Lost's time traval malarky, writing about poulet in my French oral stuff, I haven't done much but thinking today. Nothing in paticular, just thinking in general.
Realised I came across a bit of a dilema in my book, would a girl really say yes to marry a guy who's going away to write a book on the frontline of the most dangerous and widespread war since WW2 for a year and a half? Trouble is she needs to, just seems a little absurd.

Oh and Strauss if your reading this (which I doubt, but will write this just in case), I don't care if your scoring pretty little hundreds and making everyone happy, why the hell did you drop Monty from the side? For God's sake, yes he's not as good as he once was and bats like a blind erratic monkey, but really, there's no need to kick him out the team, that's just mean.

Tom,

P.S: Seeing as Ian Bell is sitting on the England balcony crying, the latest woes of Ian Bell has been closed until the selection committee are pissed enough to let him play again. Also decided to delete Sawyer's quote of the day, just because he's now running out of them...

Ben Linus

Just to warn you folks, this is another rather Lost obsessed post...
After sleeping for virtually all the morning, I then decided quite randomly to make a Ben Linus tribute video.
Took me ages to find the various clips I needed, especially the one near the start where Ben is looking over a map, that took me about half an hour. Anyway, I then edited it all and passed it on to Youtube, who took FOREVER to process the file.

Just finished watching the latest episode of Lost, I've never felt more upset from watching TV. This does just prove how sad I am. I used to hate Charlotte, then she was ok and now she's just dead and Daniel's crying, it's not fair.



Tom,

P.S: I chose the song (which is by Snow Patrol if anyone cares, because I've always thought it sounded a little creepy). I also realise I have wasted quite a good Sunday.