So, I went to the gym today. Big deal for me guys, a round of applause is expected. There is a point to this post so keep reading.
I learnt 3 things:
1) I have abdominal muscles, that I'm capable of using. And when I use them they can hurt 2) I am schizophrenic when I run. Part of me screams: "For God's sake stop, you are going to die!" and then the other part of me shouts: "There's only 20 seconds left. You're bloody weak if you can't do 20 more seconds!" And as tempting as it is to stop, I never can. 3) The young Elvis Presley reminds me of Gerard Way. There was a program on about him on one of the TV's in the gym and the way he is on stage reminds me of the way Mr.Way conducts himself on stage. Two words: Spaghetti.Legs.
And just to prove my point, or not as the case may be:
Gerard Way...Elvis Presley. .
See. Almost exact! And the effect both men have/had on women. Well, enough said.
I do not, however, wish Gerard to become overweight and take drugs and stuff. But you get the drift. That man was a God in his hay-day!
Well, my ramblings must come to a close now. But in the words of Arnie Schwarzenegger. I'll be back.
Friday 10 August 2007
Good morning, or afternoon, or evening depending where you are in the world on this fine day.
I have to go to an Anne Summers party tonight. Oh joy of joys. Like spending the evening with a bunch of screaming, giggling women talking about lingerie and sex toys and god knows what else is my idea of fun. Especially when two of those women are your mother and your aunt. Urgh, I shudder at the thought. But, alas, it's a cross I must bear. It could have been worse.
I've gotten lost in my Pokemon game. Pokemon Sapphire to be exact. I'm taking my time, training up my pokemon. They are around level 30 at the moment. But I don't know where the hell I'm supposed to go next. So, instead I'm just bopping around the place picking fights with people considerably weaker than me. There's a lot to be said for growing up. When I was 11 I could probably have found my way to the Elite Four by now. Wether I would be able to defeat them is a totally different kettle of fish.
I must love and leave you now. Duty calls. Ciao, Hex
Nice little twist on the old song, don't you think? I guess I should introduce myself now I have your undivided (or, more likely, divided) attention.
I'm Hex. Before you ask, it isn't my real name. It's what's more commonly known as a nickname. Will wonders ever cease?!
You've probably guessed I have an overwhelming tendency to be sarcastic. I must apologize but it's the only thing 5 years of private school taught me. I kid, it also taught me how to hot wire a car.
I live in Britain. In the middle of Britain to be precise. Considering my favorite place to be is the sea-side it seems a bit of a slap in the face to be surrounded by land every day of the year, excluding holidays and field trips and, of course, canals. I suppose the grass is always greener on the other side, but what are you going to do?
My one and only weakness is music. Every aspect of the genre fascinates me. Being a modern girl in what The Jam described as a Modern World, I like modern music. Don't get me wrong, a bit of Mozart, Handel, Phillip Glass or Bach might frequent my iPod every now and again, but you're much more likely to find Iron Maiden, Bullet For My Valentine and My Chemical Romance lurking in the 'Artists' section. Especially My Chemical Romance, since they are my favorite band. I have braced myself for the screams and taunts of 'Emo scum!' to come flying in my general direction. Call me what you will, I will still love the band and all they stand for. As I always say, "An MCR fan does not an emo maketh."
Currently I have a personal vendetta against tea-bags. They don't seem to want to work for me, not at all. Ask me to make you a cup of tea and all you will get is a steaming cup of water with a stagnant tea-bag squatting at the bottom unable to sweat out what it's supposed to. I blame Tetley. They scrapped the genius of the triangular tea-bags with the revolutionary tea releasing technology and went back to basics with the bog-standard circular one that just refuses to yield what it was made for. Needless to say now I drink coffee or get someone else to make me a cup of tea, they seem to have more success.
One of my favorite ever things is being at a beach. But not on a beach in Magaluff or somewhere equally revolting. I like beaches in Wales or Dorset where you can sit on a rock and watch the waves crash against them without half fried children hitting you in the head with a football every 30 seconds and uttering obscene words someone twice their age shouldn't even be privy to. You could say I'm cultural. Never been one to savor the process of getting skin cancer by sitting out in the sun for long periods. More likely find me under a palm tree reading a Steven King book and laughing in a macabre way if I was in that situation at all. Which I probably will be having to be lugged on holiday each year with a family of sun worshippers.
Well, if you're still reading, Well done! This has been a most selfish post but then again we are talking about Hex and I was introducing myself. What did you expect, a rant about how Tony Blair and George Bush have stripped whatever dignity the UK and the US possessed? Honey, TV turned any brain capacity for that kind of conversation to mush a long time ago.
I shall draw to a close for now but I'm random enough to know I shall probably be posting again sometime soon. Until then, take care of yourselves, your families and/or your pets and God bless you all (Even if I am an atheist).
