ARE YOU READY FOR A WAR?: An Update

So, having been quite tongue in cheek about my moth problem in the previous post, it is now getting beyond a joke. Earlier this evening, I went into the kitchen to make a cup of tea. Having fended off several of the flying fuckers that attacked me as soon as I entered the room, I managed to start the kettle boiling. While I waited for it to boil, I decided to count the moths that I could see. I reached a number easily over twenty. At this point, they started to fly around and several of them landed on me. Those are the two things that I can't deal with about them: flying around me and landing on me. Hate them so much. >__<

ARE YOU READY FOR A WAR?

Let me tell you all about the war that is currently raging in the Beasley household. This war is built upon the mutual loathing between myself and the ridiculously huge number of moths currently roaming around my house. I hate them because they are stupid bloody creatures that have absolutely no purpose and aren't fit to breathe any of my air. They hate me because I kill them on sight. xP

If I go downstairs in the evenings to make a cup of tea, I am instantly met by at least five of these bastards clinging to the wall of the kitchen. My first thought on seeing this is that it is okay because they are out of the way of what I'm doing. Of course though, as soon as I begin making my tea, these moths take off from the wall and commence flying around me. Part of me wants to commend them for the courage of being able to fly full pelt towards someone who is many many times bigger than them.

The next problem is the actual murder of these pointless things. Most of them fail to die after the first hit and require being actually crushed against a wall using the first blunt object you can find. Once they are dead, you are then faced with the dusty mess they leave on the wall and the blunt object you used to bludgeon the life out of then. As a result, both the kitchen and my room are splattered with the remains of moths. FML.

Having been living alongside and warring with these moths for a few weeks now, I have split them into two groups. There are the ones that stay in their resting place for ages and decided that remaining stationary is the best way to stay alive (which it is), but there are also the ones that fly around and just generally act like twats and think that is the best way to survive (which it isn't).

So, that was my slightly random and weird blog post. Hope you laughed at least a bit.

Tom.

(Kudos to anyone who can name the film that the post title is a quote from.)

Easter! ^__^

So, after a ridiculously long period of lenting (it is actually called that) Easter has arrived and I can finally eat chocolate again. This, inevitably, has led to me eating way too much over the last few days. The great thing is that I don't care. For some reason, I am unbelievably happy and I can't put my finger on it. The sensible part of me has come to the conclusion that it is entirely the fault of more sugar than normal pulsing through my bloodstream and making me hyper. xP

Today was spent at my nan's messing around in the garden with my four year old cousin. She seems to take grea delight in jumping on me and my brother when we are on the floor, which is slightly galling seeing as she is getting pretty heavy now and hurts rather a lot when she puts her whole weight onto your chest. All good fun though.

Love you all!

Tom

Back From The Dead

Hi everyone. Yes, I survived skating and it was a pretty awesome foray into the world of socialising for me really. I got to the skating rink just before 10am so that we could get on the ice as soon as the place opened. It was apparent from the start that my co-skaters were a million times better than me, although in my defence they both used to go on a regular basis. I eventually ended my love affair with the wall and managed to do some strange form of skating that involved only having weight on my right foot. As soon as I tried to use my left foot as well, I almost fell over. Not that I needed any help in falling over as I did rather a lot, consistently landing on my left hip joint meaning that it is now painful to sit down. Add on the fact that hired skates constantly rub against my feet causing several huge blisters and the fact that my legs are aching so much it will be difficult to sleep later and I came out of the rink quite war-torn. I did have a laugh though. :)

It would also seem that my two friends regarded this skating as a "pulling session" and spent most of the time chasing girls. They didn't seem to realise that I had no interest in pursuing meaningless relationships with girls who were rather pretty but looked like they'd never said a word with more than three syllables in. Maybe I'm not abiding by the sacred rules of dating, but I look for a lot more in a girl than a pretty face and a nice set of tits. Maybe that explains why I haven't got a girl yet; I'm too fussy. *sighs*

Perhaps the most annoying thing about being utter shit at skating is the point where you see a kid several years younger than you skating around like a fecking pro. Although, there was this kid who can't have been older than three who was absolutely immense at skating. I was like: ZOMG!

After skating, we had to go to Ikea to get something for my mate's mum. There, when purchasing doughnuts, we found the most irritable and unhelpful member of staff I have ever spoken to. In summary, fuck her. Then, whilst at the bus stop, I was eavesdropping on these people talking (in a non-perverted way) and they started making each other lose the game. I didn't know that anyone outside of internet forums knew about it. :P

Anyway, that's it for now. More titbits from me soon.

Tom.

Goodybe cruel world...

I'd just like to say goodbye to all of you awesome people before I face my inevitable death tomorrow. Yes, I am going ice skating in the morning. This will only be my second time on the ice and I will probably end up splattered over the ice with people having to scrape me off with fish slices.

So, if you don't see me on the interwebs tomorrow, it's because I died.

Bye!

Tom.

It's time for some motivation...

Being immensely bored today, I decided it would be a laugh to have a go at making some mildly funny motivational poster thingies.

The lot of them can be found here and I will post the best of them down here. :)











Tom.

*does poor Alice Cooper impression*

SCHOOL'S OUT FOR SUMMER EASTER!
SCHOOL'S OUR FOR EVER TWO AND A HALF WEEKS!

I'll quit the cruise control now after that poor stab at humour and will move on to my happiness at school now being over for my Easter holiday. Yes, I am well aware that all of my wonderful fellow bloggers are already in the midst of their holidays, but mine has only just begun. It's mad with this new layout because I feel I have to write a lot more to fill a paragraph otherwise it just looks like I've written next to nothing when actually I've written a fair bit.

Expect much more blogging from me now that I am off school and actually have some time to update stuff.

Bye all of you lovely readers. <3

Tom

Wow! *is uberly happy*

*grins*

I have today joined the ranks of fellow blogger Mikey in terms of being a mod on the swirling mass of forumness that is CF. It was really unexpected and I actually couldn't be happier. Although, to those who care, the mod board is a massive anticlimax.

*grins again*

Tom.

Crap Teachers

Certain lessons at the moment are such a nightmare. My teacher knows all the stuff she needs to teach us really well, is a very knowledgeable person in general and is also very nice as a person. However, she has possibly the worst teaching style I have ever seen. Everything she does is straight out of the teaching textbook, ensuring that every single person in the class knows the techniques and exactly the ways to make them backfire. Most of every lesson is spent making the class stand up and sit down again whilst consistently firing at us every teaching cliché in the book.

That is perhaps the worst part, the clichés. Normally, statements like "it's your own time you're wasting" and "it's your GCSE" are the preserve of the rookie teacher, straight out of teacher training college, who has no past experiences of their own to draw on and has to rely on everything they have been taught, much like us as pupils. But this teacher must have been teaching for around twenty years and she still dwells on these stupid age old techniques that have never got her anywhere before and never will in the future.

In previous years, I would have laughed at teachers this bad, but in the year that I will be taking my final GCSE exams, the building blocks for the rest of my life, I really cannot afford to put up with this kind of sub-standard garbage. I like to think I'm intelligent enough to get a decent grade anyway, but that doesn't stop me being pissed off at how useless the teaching is at the moment.

Hopefully something more happy dappy tomorrow.

Tom.

ZOMG! OMEGLE FTW!

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*waves*

Hello. It's Tom. You all know me...I think/hope and I've decided to have a go a this strange collaboration thingy that I still don't really understand. Anyway, you can expect me to post in this fairly regularly, particularly over the next few weeks worth of Easter holidays (which still haven't started for me).

If you like what I write on here, I can nudge you towards my blog.

See you all later!

Tom