Just finished watching the latest instalment of the Transformers movies and can happily say I'm thrilled with the results. This is probably the best one so far. The CGI in it is fricken amazing, the story is great as it intwines with historic events and had enough twists to make me go, "Oooh" many times.
I'm not going to say I'm a massive fan of the Transformers franchise, I'm fond if anything but I've never collected or bought much of their products. I did watch their cartoons as a child, which were awesome, but the latest stuff has been a bit of a let down lately. But anyway. I've seen all three movies and they've all been fantastic. I don't want to write any spoiler material here, which limits me to what I can say about the film, so I will try and hold back a little on what I say.
Sheila la Bouf. Not sure how that's spelt... Anyway, is performance in this film I found very good. A little aggressive for my tastes but I found it suited the atmosphere of the film, which of course, was was fast paced and action packed. His character showed a lot more balls in this film, with him effectively taking out a few Decepticons in pretty awesome ways. Bumblebee and Prime as expected deal out some Whoop-Ass to be proud off, with slow mo effects to truly show off the carnage.
9/10 for me.
Saturday, 3 December 2011
Friday, 2 December 2011
Hmm
I just realise I hadn't written anything in my blog today. That's because nothing has happened...at all.
Well, my dinosaur hat came today...that's basically it.
Yeah.
Sorry.
Well, my dinosaur hat came today...that's basically it.
Yeah.
Sorry.
Thursday, 1 December 2011
Musical tastes and happiness
Today I bought a Pixie Lott album. Now, this probably isn't that big of a deal to most people but I have spent most of my musicl years only listening to certain genres and usually avoiding those which my social group looks down upon. My music taste usually only consists of rock, indie and punk. So, an almost literal popster like Pixie Lott doesn't have much place in my library.
But now that I'm in college and I have finally separated from my old social boundaries, I have begun to open my eyes and ears to new styles. And to be honest I'm much happier then what I was. It's not as if I wasn't happy before, but, well. Actually I wasn't. I felt very restricted and self conscious about what I could do and even feared the social backlash of being myself and not wha is expected of me. So I guess now that I have moved away from that, with not a single member of my old social community joining me at my college, I can truly be myself. And I'm happier then I have ever been. I may not be many years older then what I was, but agemis but a number. True wisdom comes from the mind, and I like to think that I have a good understanding of how much I have changed in a matter of a couple of years. I know I haven't experienced much just yet, but I am confident in my own wisdom.
Being able to be myself without worry or even a single care about what others think about me has made me so much more happier in life. I know that others consider me odd and different, and because of that, I will probably miss out on quite a few opportunities but I happily sacrifice that for inner peace. I implore you as the reader of this blog to be yourself and never try to be what you're not. You may think that you are happy but you can be happier, if you only bothered to be true yourself and stop worrying about what society believes is right. Look at me, right now, I doubt a single person has bothered to read any of this blog just yet but it doesn't deter me, doesnt even before me. I write this blog for myself, no one else. I will look back on these days and comment on how I've changed.
Always doing his own thing in peace.
But now that I'm in college and I have finally separated from my old social boundaries, I have begun to open my eyes and ears to new styles. And to be honest I'm much happier then what I was. It's not as if I wasn't happy before, but, well. Actually I wasn't. I felt very restricted and self conscious about what I could do and even feared the social backlash of being myself and not wha is expected of me. So I guess now that I have moved away from that, with not a single member of my old social community joining me at my college, I can truly be myself. And I'm happier then I have ever been. I may not be many years older then what I was, but agemis but a number. True wisdom comes from the mind, and I like to think that I have a good understanding of how much I have changed in a matter of a couple of years. I know I haven't experienced much just yet, but I am confident in my own wisdom.
Being able to be myself without worry or even a single care about what others think about me has made me so much more happier in life. I know that others consider me odd and different, and because of that, I will probably miss out on quite a few opportunities but I happily sacrifice that for inner peace. I implore you as the reader of this blog to be yourself and never try to be what you're not. You may think that you are happy but you can be happier, if you only bothered to be true yourself and stop worrying about what society believes is right. Look at me, right now, I doubt a single person has bothered to read any of this blog just yet but it doesn't deter me, doesnt even before me. I write this blog for myself, no one else. I will look back on these days and comment on how I've changed.
Always doing his own thing in peace.
Wednesday, 30 November 2011
Progress
Today, for perhaps the first time ever, since we started college, my class finally began talking to one another. Well sort of...
Actually, now I think of it, only half of us really did. And most of it was between out own groups but with the two groups hanging out. Few words were actually shared between us. Hmmm. Okay, maybe we didn't really have a conversation, heck I barely said four words to anyone this day anyway. But I guess now that at least a few words have been shared amongst our class, things can only get better. I hope anyway, it's damn awkward at times.
I would like to get to know everyonein my class a lot better anyway. It would be good to make more then two new friends out of the entire college. Well, technically three but this chick just randomly hugs me but thats a story for another day.
But it occurred to me on the bus home today, that as we grow older, it gets steadily harder and harder to make friends and generally talk to people you don't know. People are more cautious and unwilling to talk with those they don't know, actually, most people are just shy. Embarrassment is a likely reason for the problem, that and the fact people don't like awkward situations. And nothing is more awkward then a failing conversation with a stranger.
I suppose I'll explain the random girl who hugs me. Or try? Okay, basically, she gets the same bus as me, but it started when we were introduced byba mutual friend. It was then that, vein quite a touchy-feely/hugging person, that after she had hugged everyone but me goodbye, as you do, she must of felt guilty? I suppose. And hugged me. Now, I don't like to brag. Buy I've been told that I have very nice hugs, and apparently she agrees with this. As every time she sees me, she expects a hug, a long one too.
It's not asif I mind or anying, I just found it a little perculiar, especially how on Facebook she always speaks in the third person to me. That's a little weird.
Actually, now I think of it, only half of us really did. And most of it was between out own groups but with the two groups hanging out. Few words were actually shared between us. Hmmm. Okay, maybe we didn't really have a conversation, heck I barely said four words to anyone this day anyway. But I guess now that at least a few words have been shared amongst our class, things can only get better. I hope anyway, it's damn awkward at times.
I would like to get to know everyonein my class a lot better anyway. It would be good to make more then two new friends out of the entire college. Well, technically three but this chick just randomly hugs me but thats a story for another day.
But it occurred to me on the bus home today, that as we grow older, it gets steadily harder and harder to make friends and generally talk to people you don't know. People are more cautious and unwilling to talk with those they don't know, actually, most people are just shy. Embarrassment is a likely reason for the problem, that and the fact people don't like awkward situations. And nothing is more awkward then a failing conversation with a stranger.
I suppose I'll explain the random girl who hugs me. Or try? Okay, basically, she gets the same bus as me, but it started when we were introduced byba mutual friend. It was then that, vein quite a touchy-feely/hugging person, that after she had hugged everyone but me goodbye, as you do, she must of felt guilty? I suppose. And hugged me. Now, I don't like to brag. Buy I've been told that I have very nice hugs, and apparently she agrees with this. As every time she sees me, she expects a hug, a long one too.
It's not asif I mind or anying, I just found it a little perculiar, especially how on Facebook she always speaks in the third person to me. That's a little weird.
Tuesday, 29 November 2011
Despite my best intentions
First of all, I apologise for any previous mistakes I may have been making. Not to sound pompous, or something, I am writing these blog posts on my IPad 2(cough,cough) and the keyboard, doesn't like to register my finger movements sometimes. Anyway.
My minds gone blank. Then again didn't have much to say about today, I had some ideas but meh, forgotten. The ocarina-ering is going better, I'm still struggling to create a fluid tune but my fingering is improving, a lot. (sexual connotation?) I'm enjoying myself though, it is good fun, learning songs and practicing a fair bit. Not as much as I would like to because I'm quite busy but hey, that's life.
I guess I could talk about how awkward most of the girls are at my college. Because they are. Awkward. It's a little weird. I had a discussion with my father about women, and I think I shall talk about that today. So, if you feel offended, f-ck off.
Girls are pack animals. You will almost never see a girl on her own, and if you do, it's because she's waiting for someone, or her friend has gone to the loo. Guys are different, much different in the sense that men are usually 'lone wolves.' We do things on our own, we don't need the company of others or to bein a group to feel secure with ourselves. We just are naturally. Actually, guys usually are only ever wary with other guys. I guess it's the whole cave man theory, where men had to compete with one another for the lady in question. A bit like today still I guess.
Anyway, so, if girls are pack animals, that means they are pretty much always in a group. This makes it incredibly hard to strike up a conversation with any one of them, because they all turn to look at you as if you've strolled over and called them fat. Girls also have a tendency to ignore nice guys and only ever pay attention to stuck up, pretentious douche-bags who think they're gods gift to mankind.
But that's a story for another day.
My minds gone blank. Then again didn't have much to say about today, I had some ideas but meh, forgotten. The ocarina-ering is going better, I'm still struggling to create a fluid tune but my fingering is improving, a lot. (sexual connotation?) I'm enjoying myself though, it is good fun, learning songs and practicing a fair bit. Not as much as I would like to because I'm quite busy but hey, that's life.
I guess I could talk about how awkward most of the girls are at my college. Because they are. Awkward. It's a little weird. I had a discussion with my father about women, and I think I shall talk about that today. So, if you feel offended, f-ck off.
Girls are pack animals. You will almost never see a girl on her own, and if you do, it's because she's waiting for someone, or her friend has gone to the loo. Guys are different, much different in the sense that men are usually 'lone wolves.' We do things on our own, we don't need the company of others or to bein a group to feel secure with ourselves. We just are naturally. Actually, guys usually are only ever wary with other guys. I guess it's the whole cave man theory, where men had to compete with one another for the lady in question. A bit like today still I guess.
Anyway, so, if girls are pack animals, that means they are pretty much always in a group. This makes it incredibly hard to strike up a conversation with any one of them, because they all turn to look at you as if you've strolled over and called them fat. Girls also have a tendency to ignore nice guys and only ever pay attention to stuck up, pretentious douche-bags who think they're gods gift to mankind.
But that's a story for another day.
Monday, 28 November 2011
Ocarina
Woo hoo! My first ever ocarina came today and I can happily say that i was well chuffed. A gorgeous blue, 12 hole tenor ocarina with a nice Tri-force symbol to match. Eager to start playing, I unboxed it and easily found...
It was actually pretty tricky. Now I didn't expect to be a pro but I swear it looked easier on the Internet. Im struggling to learn what all the notes mean on the music tabs at the moment. That and how long to hold each note, both long and quick. The shifting of fingers will come with practises so I'm not too worried about that. But it may take a little while longer for the rest to come to me.
Though I refuse to be deterred by these facts, I know I won't learn anything unless I practice, practice, practice so that's what I'll do. Hopefully I can get the hang of it before Christmas.
I bought the Zelda songbook with it too, which gives me nearly every song from the Ocarina of Tme game, my favourite game of all time. So that should be fun, leaning those songs. Especially Sarias song and The Song of Time, two song I have adored since I first heard them.
I shall enjoy learning to play the Ocarina.
It was actually pretty tricky. Now I didn't expect to be a pro but I swear it looked easier on the Internet. Im struggling to learn what all the notes mean on the music tabs at the moment. That and how long to hold each note, both long and quick. The shifting of fingers will come with practises so I'm not too worried about that. But it may take a little while longer for the rest to come to me.
Though I refuse to be deterred by these facts, I know I won't learn anything unless I practice, practice, practice so that's what I'll do. Hopefully I can get the hang of it before Christmas.
I bought the Zelda songbook with it too, which gives me nearly every song from the Ocarina of Tme game, my favourite game of all time. So that should be fun, leaning those songs. Especially Sarias song and The Song of Time, two song I have adored since I first heard them.
I shall enjoy learning to play the Ocarina.
Sunday, 27 November 2011
Snoozeday
I've renamed Sunday to Snoozeday as it seems to be the only thing I really do, and I work on Sundays. At work today, I spent a fair amount of time lounging around, not doing much work. But it's okay, so did everyone else.
The week, like most, has an affect on me which starts of miserable and slowly picks up. Well, actually, if I think about it, it's been quite the opposite. Mondays are always quite slow, but still can be enjoyable. Despite having the worst art class ever on a Tuesday, the day is really quite fun. And on Wednesday's, all we do as a class to muck about and have a laugh. Whilst doing work, of course. Then, with Thursday and Friday being my weekend, I work on the S's, I usually just chill out at home.
Buy yes, Snoozday, I mean Sunday. Is the renown day of rest, and to me it varies with this statement/title. Sure, I usually spend my Sunday's not doing much, but then again, Sunday's can also become quite a hectic day. Varies with your plans and what you've got going on I guess, but I remember Sunday's of rushing to finish home works or coursework or even staying up late to study for an exam.
But yes, Snoozeday from now on.
The week, like most, has an affect on me which starts of miserable and slowly picks up. Well, actually, if I think about it, it's been quite the opposite. Mondays are always quite slow, but still can be enjoyable. Despite having the worst art class ever on a Tuesday, the day is really quite fun. And on Wednesday's, all we do as a class to muck about and have a laugh. Whilst doing work, of course. Then, with Thursday and Friday being my weekend, I work on the S's, I usually just chill out at home.
Buy yes, Snoozday, I mean Sunday. Is the renown day of rest, and to me it varies with this statement/title. Sure, I usually spend my Sunday's not doing much, but then again, Sunday's can also become quite a hectic day. Varies with your plans and what you've got going on I guess, but I remember Sunday's of rushing to finish home works or coursework or even staying up late to study for an exam.
But yes, Snoozeday from now on.
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