Apologies in advance for if all the points sound a little rushed and/or pissed off, because I will have thought up answers and nobody likes writing out the same thing again; there is a reason that writing lines is a punishment.
But then again, what can you expect when you use the blogger system to save your stuff.
15. Lyrics that apply to your current situation/mood.
Well the lyrics I had written out were from The Smiths - This Charming Man; but to be honest, I'm a little pissed off now, what with blogger having deleted over fucking half of my fucking post. Fuck you, blogger. Fuck you.
16. A drunken story.
I'm quite annoyed at having to type this out again, to be honest. When I realised my last post had deleted it, I was really angry because it took a little while to write, and I know some of the good bits will end up being left out purely due to my hasty attempt at re-writing it. So this is a drunken story I refer to as "The Time I Got Really Drunk And Ended Up In Hospital With My Stomach Pumped".
Well basically, Robin, Ricky and I are in Torquay, getting the drinks in. We're at a bar called Woody's, and we're buying shots. The bloke behind the cocktails counter is giving us loads of shots, really cheap because they're all prototypes, and he was pretty much using us as guinea pigs. I don't really remember any of the names except for 'Superman'. The barman then offers us something that I believe was his own concoction, which he called a 'Lethal Injection'. It had a good few spirits in it, but he charged us £2. What he did was; filled a test tube up with Absinthe and put it in a glass upside down, stood up. He then filled the glass with a mixture of vodka, gin, orange juice and (I think) sambucca. He informed us that the idea was to lift the test tube, providing the 'lethal injection' of absinthe, and then neck it all. We did this. I ended up spending most of the night propped up against the cocktail bar, with the barman feeding me free shots. Then, two girls come to the bar, and I drunkenly decided to try and hit on them; with 'try' being the key word in that last statement. I offered to buy them drinks, before realising I had no money, so tried paying with coppers. I then asked them to buy me a drink, which they didn't. The next thing I know, I wake up in hospital with Ricky by my side. Turns out I passed out in a taxi rank and threw up everywhere (I am now banned from said taxi rank), and was then picked up by an Ambulance.
For someone who is somewhat of a pessimist at the best of times; I have a fairly optimistic outlook on the subject of 'regrets'. I have a very romantic perception of fate, and like to think that the whole 'everything happens for a reason' thing is true; so I always think that if I hadn't done something that was 'regrettable', I wouldn't be where or who I am right now. So yeah, I don't regret anything.
18. To do list.
I'm not really much of a to-do list kind of person, when it comes down to it. I take it as it comes. If I did have to have a list I suppose it would be;
1. Get a haircut.
2. Get a job.
3. Get a girlfriend.
And yes, it would be in that order.
19. Post a picture of yourself without make-up/hair done.
I've done a little before/after comparison thing for you, because that's how I roll; I'm just that kind of guy! But yeah, they're pictures from my phone, so they're not the best. As you may have noticed, there is very little difference. I think my hair is just a little less flat at the top, I have a shirt on, I'm stood in a different part of the house, and I just look really pissed off at having to get ready.
20. Your best sexual experience/your sex life or lack thereof.
Lack thereof, 'nuff said.
21. Press ctrl + v and post.
Surprisingly boring link post, when it really comes down to it.
22. Post a bit of your last IM conversation.
Exciting stuff, huh? (If you didn't guess, I'm the one saying, "yayaya".
23. 5 things you want to change.
I really do hate the really open ended questions like these. I know they're intended to be that way so it leaves you a lot of space to roam around the topic, but that's not what I like to do. I prefer at least a tiny bit of specificity so I can then romp away from the subject in hand. I suppose this is fairly similar to the to-do list then... So yeah, look back at that and imagine that there are two more points on the end of that. I literally don't care what those two point are. In fact, send your suggestions on a postcard addressed to the comment box at the bottom of this post.
24. Your view on being 'Tumblr Famous'.
I can't really be a dick about this and be all like, "Yeah, this is blogspot, you idiot question." Because I knew full well that this was stolen from Tumblr in the first place. So I have no view on being Tumblr Famous, because I simply am not. I'm not even bloody blogger famous. This makes me sad. So yeah, a 'blog of note' mention would be greatly appreciated, if the offer is going!
25. Someone you'd like to be for a day and why.
I recently had a discussion similar to this with Jessica, and I think I came to the conclusion that I would probably be Kate Nash. We got to the point where we decided that whichever celebrity we ended up being, we would end up going and finding our regular selves and having sex with ourselves. Then we got confused because we were unsure as to whether the person who we became would become us, or if our bodies would just continue to function as they would if we were in control of them. So, Kate Nash it is. I'm sure I would have a really good (and sticky?) time!
26. 5 things within touching distance right now.
1. Mobile phone
2. Lava lamp
3. Tube of red water colour paint
4. Blue stripey Clipper with a daisy on it
5. Bottle of Bucks Fizz.
27. Name and shame - someone's status/someone in general on Facebook that makes you cringe.
When it comes down to it, there are loads of 'types' of people on Facebook I hate. I don't think naming and shaming is really neccessary because even if they don't read it, that's just mean.
1. People bitching about other people without using names - The thing that annoys me most, is that there is always about five people in your friend list who do this. And they do it so regularly that you start to think, "Maybe not everyone else is wrong, maybe you are just being a dickhead." There is no way everyone can piss one person off, and that one person always be right. I saw this recently, and the person being all like, "You back stabbed me, you whore. Blah blah" got called out and didn't know what to do.
2. "I love <insert name> soooo much! He/she is like so hot and always there! Love and wiffles!!" - Fuck off. Relationship statuses are the worst. I don't need you constantly rubbing it in my face that you're with someone. I don't need to read your fucking slushy drivel. Same applies to the people complaining about break ups. Who fucking cares? I know that I, for one, most certainly don't. If you want to talk about it, do it in person. Don't put up a status so everyone will feel sorry for you. They don't. And I don't.
3. People who add every single fucking group under the sun - There was one point where the majority of my homepage was filled with people 'liking' groups. It is usually the same two or three people all the time, and they are usually people you either barely or plain don't know. I wouldn't mind if it was funny groups, or just the ones that Facebook adds you to if you add something to your interests. It's the current trend of "Dude, she called you <stereotypical group of people/race/characteristic>. OH HELL NO! Hold my <stereotypical item held by the aforementioned person/race/character>!" That just plain and simply is not funny.
My entire life is me stumbling from one embarrassing or socially awkward situation into another.
29. Something you're not proud of.
I'm not exactly what you'd call a good person, there's plenty of stuff that I've done that I'm not proud of, but fuck it. Everyone does stuff they aren't proud of.
30. The last argument you had.
I'm not much of an actual arguer. Yeah, I'm argumentative sometimes; mainly for a laugh, but I suck at actual confrontation. The closest I guess is 'bandter' on the train to Exeter, maybe?
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