Give A Guy A Guitar And I'm His

Yes, yes. We all know I have a thing for guys who play the guitar - especially if they play it well. I was just watching the Famous Last Words video, you know, the one by My Chemical Romance? And it hit me that normally I would not find Mikey attractive. Hey, the guy's good looking enough, just not my type. However...give the guy a (bass) guitar and I would not say no. Odd, isn't it?

Okay, so maybe I wouldn't jump on Adolf Hitler if he was holding a guitar but you get the point. There is something insanely attractive about a man holding a guitar and now I am going to attempt to analyse why I find it attractive.

1) Man hands.

Look at the hands on that guy! (That guy being Raymond Toro, if you didn't already know) A guitarist, ideally, needs long fingers and strong hands. What is more attractive than long fingered, strong hands? Well...that leads me on to my next point...

2) Good Thighs.

The picture that demonstrated the hands slightly showed how good a guitarist's thigh can be but I felt we needed a better picture...



Those right there are some good thighs...

Okay, I think I may have turned this blog into a Ray appreciation one, but hey, it's good stuff. And aside from his manliness, and his good hands, and thighs. The guy can play the guitar awesomely well. So kudos to him for that. It's just an added bonus that he is ruggedly handsome...

Right, I shall stop before I embarrass myself further. God Speed.

I'm Starting A Campaign

A revolutionary campaign that will change the world! It shall be a campaign against bad grammar, bad spelling, bad punctuation, just bad writing full stop. I'm sick of people being lazy and shortening every other word just because it's too much of a strain on their poor little stumps to stretch to a couple more letters on the keyboard.

Observe. Stupid, lazy people type like this:

Lyk omg!11 2dy I wnt 2 c mi bf nd e ws sngging anthr boi!

I must say I found that extremely difficult to type. Wouldn't it be ten times easier to type the right spelling of things? The word at least. 'Mi' for some reason used instead of 'my'. Why is that? The letter 'I' is one key away from the letter 'Y', what's so difficult about tapping the right one? It's the same with 'boi' and do not get me started on the substitution of the exclamation mark for a 1. It makes no sense to me and it never will. All it takes is for you to press the SHIFT key and Eureka! an exclamation mark. But no, that would be way too easy.

Why are you people desecrating our language? Personally, I think we have a lovely, flowing language when it's used in the right way. In an elegant way, like it used to be. We at least owe it some of it's former glory.

So, before you type that '2' instead of 'to', before you shorten words to insanely unreadable cods- wallop. Ask yourself:

Would my grandma/granddad/resident old person understand this?

If the answer is no then retype, rethink, rephrase. Do something to make it easier to read, easier to understand. I can guarantee people will listen to you a lot more, simply because they understand you a bit better.

If you made it this far, I thank you sincerely and if you didn't well you're not reading any more so it doesn't matter!!

Goodbye!

Back To Basics.

So, I start college on Wednesday 5th September. Marginally daunting but at the same time ultra exciting. New people, new subjects, new scenery to observe while not listening in class. What could be better about starting again? Apart from not really knowing anyone and even that can be turned into a positive. There's so many people I'm bound to find someone about 10 gazillion times cooler than some of the deadbeats I left behind. (No offence to some, but lots to others.)

The more I think about it, the more excited I get and less anxious. I suppose that's quite a good thing.

On the downside I've really damaged my thumb. Okay, the phrase 'really damaged' is maybe a bit of an over exaggeration BUT I have damaged it in a very painful way. And I'm sure you want to know all about it, so I'll tell.
It was a bleak Saturday and I was out shopping with a very good friend. When alas! My nail broke. Well, not broke but ripped a little bit. I absent-mindedly just ripped it off, not really being one to scream about such petty things. Except when I ripped it off I was too late in realising that it was broken quite low. Agony then ripped through my thumb as I tore the skin on the top of it. It was painful. To be honest, it didn't bleed very much but you could see the raw skin under the nail and it was just horrible. Needless to say now it hurts very much to press my Shift key but I am a soldier and I will soldier on. I now just have a bloody stump. Joy.

On the plus side...Yes! Good news! It's my 17th birthday on the 9th September. I will be entering the age of not being able to do anything remotely new, except learning how to drive, and I expect I won't be very good at that either. Which reminds me, I have to send off for my provisional! Oh, how organised I am.

I'll also spread the joy at my trip to America. It was an experience at the least. I went with just my parents and oh how they grated on my already frayed nerves. It was a close call with my Father when he made the mistake of annoying me while I was very lethally armed with chopsticks. He survived the event, somewhat traumatised, but he managed it. He's a trooper, like me. We do have photographic evidence of the event but I'm sure you don't want my double chin inflicted on your innocent eyes so I'll leave that.

We saw a lot of good sites in America. A man in San Francisco wearing a skirt and listening to a tape on cassette. (The skirt was very flattering though.) I also saw the Bay Bridge, the Golden Gate Bridge and Alcatraz. All from afar apart from the Bay Bridge, which we drove over. We also went to the lovely village of Hemet in where my great aunt lives. It was there I discovered my love of Crystal Light and also Hot Topic. Good times, good times. We visited Las Vegas for four very long days. The highlight was winning a lot of cuddly toys and going to the Grand Canyon. It is really a very grand place. We got there by bus, small plane and helicopter. It was truly amazing, the whole day was. Apart from the guy behind me on the small plane back to the bus place who chucked up his guts. It wasn't pretty. We also briefly stayed in Santa Monica, it was all very good. I was very glad to return to my creature comforts and jet lag, of course.

And that brings me to the end of this update. No doubt I will provide you with a lengthy one about my first day of college and how fantastic it is.

Take care my friends,
Au revior!