I want one

An Ipod that is. Regular readers will know that my birthday passed recently and I’ve yet to get anything off my mum because I opted to have my party instead. I agreed to wait patiently until the end of the month. Still, I couldn’t think of anything that I desired. A watch, maybe, but such a prospect didn’t exactly thrill me. No, I wanted something I could look forward to and an Ipod met that description well. I’ve enjoyed using my Sony Walkman a great deal but at 1GB, I filled it up all too quickly for my liking. Don’t get me wrong, I could and did delete and replace stuff that I liked at the time but I’d prefer it to be all there, personally. Not only do they have more space. They’re just pretty darn cool.

Which bought to my next dilemma. Which one do I get? Well I ruled out the shuffle on the basis that I like to see what track I’m listening too. I’m one of those who recognizes a song but gets really annoyed when I can’t place it and it’s common that I can’t. Space would be an issue also. I wouldn’t scrap my current MP3 because it was too limiting only to get an Ipod that suffered from the same problem. The Nano was more interesting. Especially its 8GB option. I sided against this because I’d heard they break fairly easy, because you get more than thrice as much space for an extra £20 with a normal Ipod and because the normal Ipod isn’t that big to begin with anyway. Basically, the negatives outweigh the positives from where I’m standing.

So I just went for the Ipod. Or at least, that’s what I will go for and at the weekend hopefully. It’s much an improvement from the original model having gone through four large changes in its lifespan and is considered a part of the Ipod fifth generation. It’s quite frankly the bollocks and I can’t wait to get my hands on one. 30GB’ll be quite enough to handle my music, I think. That’s far too much space anyway so though I considered it, the 80GB model would surely be money down the drain. It tempted me, I’ll admit but I don’t see how I’m going to exceed 30GB and by the time that I do, if ever that be a date, I’m pretty sure I’ll be able to get myself a new and much improved model for my money – especially with the Iphone not far off the horizon. It looks terrifically sexy in black too not to mention that it can play videos should I want it too.

The Tin

I’ve realized that I squander far too much money needlessly. A prime example would be me getting £570 in the Summer. That’s now gone. In fact, it went in that very same summer. So, I come up with the tin, which is what I call the tin safe I’ve possessed since I was a child. I now vow to save up money for nothing in particular, just so that when I do need it it’s there. I won’t be buying crap with it though. Thus far I’ve deposited £15, a small sum yes but I’m hoping that it will grow. Hoping.

I’ve not got any rules for it yet though I may look to implement some. For instance, at the moment I randomly deposit money. I make sure to keep some in my wallet on stuff like going out but the tin generally gets untouched unless needed. Hopefully there’ll be more to thrown in if I get a job, which right now is something of a priority considering I won’t be able to get lifts anymore from my Granddad when going out soon and will have to start going the bus and cab route much to my dismay.

Christmas, birthday and plagarism

I would apologize about the dire lack of activity about these parts of late but there’s very little need for I’m confident that I’m all alone out here and that no one reads this place. Maybe I’m wrong, but our hits counter would suggest that we only manage to pull in the very occasional reader who’s stumbled here by mistake. Poor soul. I wish there was something to appease such a visitor to stick around. I’m afraid there’s not. Therefore, I’ve vowed to make a renewed effort at giving this place a real go. There’s lots to talk about and I want to abolish this notion that I’ve a poor track record with websites, which I do.

A quick round up of the past month then: Christmas arrived and lo and behold, Santa, or rather, my mum, uncle and grandparents delivered me money, a lot in fact – just over £300, an amount I was very content with and went on to splash in the January sale, strengthening my wardrobe yet again with a Stone Island Cardigan (£135) and jeans (£65) additions as well as a pair of gloves (£19) and a polo (£32) to match my cardigan, both from Lacoste. The rest of it went towards my birthday party which has just passed. That’s right, I’m the big sixteen and can now legally smoke and have sex. Oh joy. Aside from some new CD’s (Muse’s Black holes and revelations, The Killer’s Sam’s Town, Kasabian’s Empire, The Fratelli’s Castello Music and Oasis’s Stop The Clocks) and a couple of fivers, I’m still waiting on my big present. I had an agreement with my mum that if I had my party I’d wait until she got paid ‘til I got my present. The major problem there is that I still don’t know what to ask for, a watch being the sole candidate at the moment.

Away from all that, I opened The Film Review, a site where if the title just wasn’t obvious enough for you , I’ll be reviewing films. I also managed to miss my ICT resits out of choice before being told that I will now have to pay for them and have been accused of not writing my own English coursework piece because the language was that good and because sometimes I struggle to explain words that I write, especially when under the intimidating presence of two teachers who are telling me that I cheated flatly though they had no evidence seemingly not taking any other opinion into consideration. The compliment’s gladly received but I don’t much enjoy being told I’ll have to rewrite something in front of a teacher merely because it was good, not when I spent as long on it as I did, anyway.

We wish you a merry Christmas

Sorry that I haven’t updated in the space of three weeks. I’ve been busy with this that and this. You know how it is. Of course, now we find ourselves firmly in the Christmas period, something that’s gotten rather less exciting now that I’m fast approaching my sixteenth birthday and can only look forward to money. Nothing wrong with that. In fact, it’s what I wanted but it’s just not the same as the excitement experienced when you get however many presents and don’t know what many of them are. That’s how Christmas used to be exciting. If I do get the fortune of a present under the tree then it’s likely to be clothes, again, what I want but hardly something to be losing sleep over if you catch my drift.

Anyway, in a fit of jolly spirit, me and a mate of mine, later turning into a threesome got onto the Christmas carolling bandwagon. It’s something we’ve tried to much success for the past two years and though we’re said to be growing out of it, it was a nice laugh. We made little money, £6 a piece for a grand three hour’s worth of knocking on doors and singing ‘We wish you a merry Christmas’ followed promptly by ‘Jingle Bells’ if our audience demanded more. What’s more, we were only politely told to ‘fuck off’ the once by the way of a pleasurable woman who evidently was about as excited as Ebenezer Scooge where the festive period is concerned. True story.

Despite feeling like a dick when asked which charity we were collecting for, responding in a low tone that we were merely attempting to spread the joy of Christmas, there’s nothing like a good night of Christmas carolling. Sure, at times all we did was explode into fits of laughter, yes, it was so freezing cold that I couldn’t feel my hands (no gloves) and no, we didn’t make a great deal but we did, as is always the case, happen to meet a fair bunch of odd balls and enjoy ourselves, thoroughly.

Can’t wait for the weekend to begin

Sunday, boring Sunday, day of recovery and all that. I hate it. It doesn’t feel like a day off. It feels like your weekend is over and all that lies ahead is the coming week, a week of gruelling work in which the only thing that will keep you going is the knowing that the next weekend isn’t far off. But right now it’s a mountain of time away wherein lies my distaste of Sunday.

Skint, Saturday was my day of recovery which I utilised by sharpening up my HTML skills and reliving my child hood days by watching Dragonball Z. For fans of the show, and that should go out to everyone, I’m up to the Android saga, taking place before the whole Cell affair. Lovely stuff. Of course, really I should be using the time to catch up on my coursework seeing as I’m majorly behind in both English and ICT. What can I say, I just couldn’t be bothered. Still, a 1st December deadline is looming in regard to ICT and I suppose I better get on it soon, what with not one but two GNVQ units to complete in the space of less than a fortnight.