The problem with depression: life goes on...

So.... just to update anybody who was worried about me, or for anybody nosy enough to want to read about my life :p

I'm now on stronger meds, and finally going to get to see a counsellor. and I'm kinda loving this blog, even though it seems to be turning more into 'this is your life' than what I originally intended, which was just a place for me to rant about movies, books, the internet, my laptop, tv, etc.

Anyway, I should show some real improvement over the next month, so looking forward to that. Not as much as I'm looking forward to going to Canada, but that seems less likely. Still, who knows? After a few sessions with the counsellor I might be so ready for it I start adding 'eh' to the end of every sentence.

I'll leave you with my fav Canadian joke.

I went to a fight the other day and an ice hockey game broke out.



It sounds funnier in person.

I'm getting old...

I feel old for saying this, but I swear ad breaks are getting longer.

I was watching Hustle today on Watch, and it wasn't until it was nearly finished that I noticed it had come back on, I zoned out during the ads and never focused back in.

I'm not complaining about the ad break, because without them we wouldn't have Brains dancing, Alxander and Sergei the meerkats, Peter Kays John Smith ads or the drum playing gorilla, but it gets to the stage where I'm asking 'is it really worth it?' Great ads are few and far between, but not a minute goes by that somebody doesn't try to convince me to sell my gold, sue for an accident or combine all my loans.

I also find that shows which used to last a full half hour have been shortened to 5 minutes. Maybe you didn't notice, it happened slowly, with a half hour show becoming 27 mins long, then 25, 23, 20, 17, 15. and so on. pretty soon you won't be able to distinguish the shows from the ads, except that the shows won't last as long.

Anyway, this was all last nights rant but my laptop packed up again.... lets save that for another day.



Who even reads these things? :P

One more thing...

I love making obscure references in my titles.

Anyway, people who actually seem to be reading this, and I know some of you are, can you please subscribe so I at least have some idea who the hell is that bored they want to har me rant aimlessly :p

Cheers.

Life's never THAT wonderful....

So I have a dilema.... I have a collection of DVD's big enough to fill my wardrobe 5 times over, but my dvd player packed up a couple of weeks ago. I've been given a replacement, without wires or a remote, but the main problem with that is I switched all of my wires around so that I could take my old one out and still watch virgin. That took about 2 hours, not because I'm inept, but because my tv takes up the entire room at the bottom of my bed, so I have to get into the tiniest places, twist my arm out of its socket, and snap my back in half just to put a bloody scart in place.

Since then, I've been using my ps2... but that has decided to stop reading DVD's properly, meaning I'll have to set up the other DVD player... which I would do, if it wasn't for th fact that I seem to have lost the wires... so I'm gunna try finding them, then sort the new dvd player out... presumably by swearing a lot, screaming in pain and shouting at the tv.

I'll keep you posted.

Coming to Canadia

And this argument will continue for another month and a half at least.

The woman will refuse to accept that I'm going, then when I go she'll refuse to accept that I'll come back fine, and when I do she will still treat me like I'm 3 years old... I'm pretty sure I'll be an overbearing and overprotective parent myself some day... if I ever have kids... but there is a limit. I'm 20 and I don't go out because that fucking woman needs me here. I ask, admittedly out of courtousey rather than genuinely asking, to go out. If she has even the slightest issue with something I ask to do, she brings out the guilt and I fold... well not anymore, I'm going to Canada, and if I hate it I hate it, no big deal. She thinks I run to her when anything goes wrong? well I haven't for about a year, and I don't plan ever to again if she's gunna be a bitch about it. Let her worry, I know it's petty, I know it's childish (ironic) and I know it's possibly a bad idea, but I have been the bigger man for so long and she doesn't take th hint, so time to stoop to her level and see if she takes notice now.

Let you know how it goes.

Just a thought.

These boots weren't made for walking...

I'd love to write something meaningful and insightful.... but then this wouldn't be a blog. Plus I'm in pain. A lot of pain, as always, but new pain now.

This is due to last nights gig, which was actually beter than I thought, although if I'd had more than 5 hours sleep in the past month I'd have enjoyed it more and not nearly fell asleep.

I wore my new boots, which I love, apart from 1.... 2 slight problems. Firstly, the heels are big... not quite high heels, although I think it'd be easier to walk in them if they were, because these heels were clever.

I walked to and from the bathroom 3/4 times, and the only time they caught on the steps on the way down was when I had a drink in my hand. Imagine it, I take a step near the top, get caught, fall, steady myself, and come away looking like I pissed myself coz of the scotch. Naturally embarassed, I kept going, got to the bottom step, and the other boot got stuck, I went flying, steadied myself again, but everybody had seen it already and I was even more soaked.

That wasn't the only problem with them though, I got home to find the skin had been taken off my ankle... so that's still stinging, and needs another plaster on it. (Band aid for any Americans and Canadians)

I'm going to eat now, I've complained enough for now.

Just a thought.

Dear John, it's over. P.S. I love you.

I have to admit before I start I haven't seen either of those films, nor any romantic drama's, and I know they don't include anything like what I'm talking about, but it's a funny headline. Unfortuntely, I have seen more than my fair share of rom-coms.

All I have to say on the matter though is there's a fine line between romantic and stalker... sending flowers to a girl who swore never to speak to you again, slightly romantic apology... hunting her down, begging her to take you back and trying to make her take you back... stalking.

I just once would like to see this portrayed on screen, I mean, imagine it - some bloke makes a big romantic gesture, like mowing the grass in the words 'I'm so sorry, I love you' and is arrested and served with a restraining order.... that provides more comedy than any rom-com I have ever seen... bar, possibly 'I love you Philip Morris' which I reccommend seeing as it's quirky, unusual and surprisingly hilarious... and if you still want a happy ending, or to make people cry, here's an idea, she finds a better guy, with a dog, they marry, have kids, the dog dies, ker-ching! all bases covered.

Just a thought.

thought for the day....

Why is it you never get a txt until 2AM when you're just drifting off to sleep and it has to wake you up?

This is also a test to see if my blog will actually update :P

Signing off...