Hello Internet People!
Seeing as I've been such a shitty blogger recently, and i posted for the first time in a while earlier on today, i thought you might want something else to read too.
So i was watching the gorgeous Connor Franta collaborating with Sawyer, and not unlike the collab of queen bee Tyler Oakley and YouTube Goddess Grace Helbig, they were watching x rated viral clips and it got me thinking about how when i was younger, my twatty friends would trick me on to some site which would go on and scar me for a life time.
Through all the times (strangely mostly in maths lessons), that I'd go to the toilet and when i came back there would be four tabs open on my browser showing 2 girls one cup and an obscene amount of videos i could only describe as 'nun-fucking' i think it may have seriously effected my sexuality. to be fair they did also call me camp quite often so if i go off what scientific studies say, then maybe it wasn't their fault, but it's always nice to have someone to blame for anything, isn't it?
I think back then, it was the 'in' thing to do, as viral videos were only just starting, but i don't think there would ever be a point in my mind where I'd want to go back and reminisce about that time. I remember the worst thing about my childhood was the constant battle with being who i wanted to be, for example whenever someone would call me camp I'd get offended, or if a girl fancied me, I'd go out with her. i think i knew i was gay for a long time but i just couldn't allow myself to be who i am at that time, in case no one like what they saw.
Did you ever have hide from something at school? or do you think you are hiding from something still? let me know via the comments or twitter or anything! I'm a good listener :) x
Wednesday, 19 March 2014
MY STRANGE PADDY'S DAY
Hello Internet People!
so, after days of promising a post, I've finally done one. To be fair, i was so hungover yesterday, i didn't leave my bed so I'm not even sorry for that. St Paddy's day was crazy and took everything out of me, but i don't think I'll forget it any time soon.
Literally half an hour before the 7 o'clock train, i was persuaded to go out and my mum, who felt sorry for me because I've not left the house in 4 weeks decided to give me money for a one off night out. after running down for the train i met with my friend Kat who as usual was bubbly and a good laugh. we met up with our friend Danielle and Kat's who mates Matt and Jayson and went to hell on earth - my old work. It was good seeing the small amount of the original staff i worked with but it felt weird being in there again. And just so you guys know, if you go to Manchester for a night out, DO NOT go to Bierkeller, its overpriced and corrupt. we then went for one drink elsewhere before going to an Irish bar. It was packed and everyone were in good spirits so the mood in this place was pretty great.
5 pints of Guinness and a few more bars later, we left the Printworks and set off to go to '42's' a club on the other side of town. we got there at the most awkward time, as it had just opened and no one was really there, but the music was to my taste and everyone seemed like they were enjoying themselves. give it half an hour and people were flooding in and we were on the dance floor and Kat was trying to set me up with her best mate, who wasn't even there. This is where it got awkward - Jayson decided that the best idea to get me in a more upbeat mood was to walk up so a stranger and try and get him on to me. Seeing as i wasn't drunk enough not to care and i hadn't met him before, it put me in a bad mood. There was this really hot guy there who was perfect for me but i didn't really want Jayson harassing another lad and he moved about so much i couldn't really bump into him and spark a conversation (yes that's how i pull, I'm smooth you see). But anyway, it got to two o'clock and because i hadn't had a night out in months, i refused to leave. My friends left and i decided to make friends by pulling a random gay guy, as normal. My god I'm a slut. So, after spending the rest of the night out with a load of Geordie people, who were both dull and stupid, i walked to the bus stop and this is where the night went crashing down, and crashing hard.
The next bus wasn't until 5 so i had about an hour and a half to kill which was unfortunate, so i sat down and then my phone died. knowing it would only get worse, i should have anticipated the drunk guy with the bleeding knuckles to sit down next to me. he spent the next hour telling me about how much of a dick his mate is and we sort of made an unlikely friendship - now have him on twitter, so if you're reading this, Hi Aidan. 30 minutes to go until the bus and i started getting stomach cramps, i needed a shit more than anyone had needed one before. the worse thing was, there were no toilets open and i had a 2 hour journey home ahead of me. Let's just say that the rest of the journey was me hobbling like I'd shat myself (which i somehow didn't) and cars going past watching me in pain but only slowing down to Snapchat the wet-through idiot who looks like he'd shat him self. when i finally got home i gave birth.
The thing is, whenever i go for a night out, i leave the house thinking 'i can turn back now, save the money and spend it elsewhere' and at the end of the night, when I'm hobbling home at 6 in the morning i think 'why the fuck did i bother?', so i ask anyone who reads this to tell me - why do i still bother? i know you may have expected a more embarrassing story, seeing as normally get drunk and do something stupid, but this time i was just plain and simple not that drunk. Maybe Next time, eh? Oh, god why am i planning on a next time?
so, after days of promising a post, I've finally done one. To be fair, i was so hungover yesterday, i didn't leave my bed so I'm not even sorry for that. St Paddy's day was crazy and took everything out of me, but i don't think I'll forget it any time soon.
Literally half an hour before the 7 o'clock train, i was persuaded to go out and my mum, who felt sorry for me because I've not left the house in 4 weeks decided to give me money for a one off night out. after running down for the train i met with my friend Kat who as usual was bubbly and a good laugh. we met up with our friend Danielle and Kat's who mates Matt and Jayson and went to hell on earth - my old work. It was good seeing the small amount of the original staff i worked with but it felt weird being in there again. And just so you guys know, if you go to Manchester for a night out, DO NOT go to Bierkeller, its overpriced and corrupt. we then went for one drink elsewhere before going to an Irish bar. It was packed and everyone were in good spirits so the mood in this place was pretty great.
5 pints of Guinness and a few more bars later, we left the Printworks and set off to go to '42's' a club on the other side of town. we got there at the most awkward time, as it had just opened and no one was really there, but the music was to my taste and everyone seemed like they were enjoying themselves. give it half an hour and people were flooding in and we were on the dance floor and Kat was trying to set me up with her best mate, who wasn't even there. This is where it got awkward - Jayson decided that the best idea to get me in a more upbeat mood was to walk up so a stranger and try and get him on to me. Seeing as i wasn't drunk enough not to care and i hadn't met him before, it put me in a bad mood. There was this really hot guy there who was perfect for me but i didn't really want Jayson harassing another lad and he moved about so much i couldn't really bump into him and spark a conversation (yes that's how i pull, I'm smooth you see). But anyway, it got to two o'clock and because i hadn't had a night out in months, i refused to leave. My friends left and i decided to make friends by pulling a random gay guy, as normal. My god I'm a slut. So, after spending the rest of the night out with a load of Geordie people, who were both dull and stupid, i walked to the bus stop and this is where the night went crashing down, and crashing hard.
The next bus wasn't until 5 so i had about an hour and a half to kill which was unfortunate, so i sat down and then my phone died. knowing it would only get worse, i should have anticipated the drunk guy with the bleeding knuckles to sit down next to me. he spent the next hour telling me about how much of a dick his mate is and we sort of made an unlikely friendship - now have him on twitter, so if you're reading this, Hi Aidan. 30 minutes to go until the bus and i started getting stomach cramps, i needed a shit more than anyone had needed one before. the worse thing was, there were no toilets open and i had a 2 hour journey home ahead of me. Let's just say that the rest of the journey was me hobbling like I'd shat myself (which i somehow didn't) and cars going past watching me in pain but only slowing down to Snapchat the wet-through idiot who looks like he'd shat him self. when i finally got home i gave birth.
The thing is, whenever i go for a night out, i leave the house thinking 'i can turn back now, save the money and spend it elsewhere' and at the end of the night, when I'm hobbling home at 6 in the morning i think 'why the fuck did i bother?', so i ask anyone who reads this to tell me - why do i still bother? i know you may have expected a more embarrassing story, seeing as normally get drunk and do something stupid, but this time i was just plain and simple not that drunk. Maybe Next time, eh? Oh, god why am i planning on a next time?
Wednesday, 12 March 2014
FRUIT AND FITNESS
Hello Internet People!
Did you miss me? Did you? Missed you too! Sorry about the massive delay since i last posted, i honestly have no excuse other than the fact that i've done absolutely nothing interesting or even really left the house recently. I would give you an extensive recap of that one time last week when i went for a walk to the shop, but i feel that'd be rather dull. Let's stop thinking about the past and get on this post shall we?
So i realised that i've been eating too much rubbish recently, if i hadn't caught a glimpse of my new second chin in the mirror the other day i don't think i would have done anything about it and just carried on eating until i was the size of the moon. But fate was on my size and i noticed my weight gain on shopping day, so i called up my mum and forced her to buy less crap. I'm on day two of my new diet and i'm hating it already, i think i'm ready to kill for a pot noodle. Instead of gorging on crumpets in the morning (how very English of me), i now eat a bowl of fresh fruit and an activia to keep me going till lunch. Lunch can be anything i want as long as it's not massive and i finish the day off with pasta, salad or something healthy like that. It's helping me with my portion control at least. the thing is, when you have nothing to do during the day and no employer seems to want you, it's easy to comfort eat your way out of boredom and it's ridiculous how very easy it is to binge on a mountain of chips because you 'didn't know how much to cook'.
The thing is, i don't know about you but Gyms are expensive and, as a person who has never had a gym membership, intimidating. Having to come in for an induction on how to use the equipment just sounds so humiliating when there will no doubt be someone you know watch you as some six pack wanker walks you around telling you how to use a treadmill as if it's not obvious. Over all, the worst thing about a gym is the changing rooms - imagine, you've just joined for the reason that you have no body confidence and you want to improve on it so that you feel more comfortable in topless situations, and the first step is to take your top off whist getting changed in front of mainly well built teenagers and muscle men. I mean seriously, it's like pushing someone who's afraid of heights off a cliff. It's just plain wrong.
Because of my refusal to be the one guy my age in the gym getting changed and weeping because of my car crash of a body, i need to start doing something to shed some pounds, i don't mind running but it's pretty cold around the time i'd run at the moment and i really could do with a running buddy, so i need new ideas for getting back in shape!
Anyone got any good ideas? let me know on twitter or in the comments box! love you guys!
Did you miss me? Did you? Missed you too! Sorry about the massive delay since i last posted, i honestly have no excuse other than the fact that i've done absolutely nothing interesting or even really left the house recently. I would give you an extensive recap of that one time last week when i went for a walk to the shop, but i feel that'd be rather dull. Let's stop thinking about the past and get on this post shall we?
So i realised that i've been eating too much rubbish recently, if i hadn't caught a glimpse of my new second chin in the mirror the other day i don't think i would have done anything about it and just carried on eating until i was the size of the moon. But fate was on my size and i noticed my weight gain on shopping day, so i called up my mum and forced her to buy less crap. I'm on day two of my new diet and i'm hating it already, i think i'm ready to kill for a pot noodle. Instead of gorging on crumpets in the morning (how very English of me), i now eat a bowl of fresh fruit and an activia to keep me going till lunch. Lunch can be anything i want as long as it's not massive and i finish the day off with pasta, salad or something healthy like that. It's helping me with my portion control at least. the thing is, when you have nothing to do during the day and no employer seems to want you, it's easy to comfort eat your way out of boredom and it's ridiculous how very easy it is to binge on a mountain of chips because you 'didn't know how much to cook'.
The thing is, i don't know about you but Gyms are expensive and, as a person who has never had a gym membership, intimidating. Having to come in for an induction on how to use the equipment just sounds so humiliating when there will no doubt be someone you know watch you as some six pack wanker walks you around telling you how to use a treadmill as if it's not obvious. Over all, the worst thing about a gym is the changing rooms - imagine, you've just joined for the reason that you have no body confidence and you want to improve on it so that you feel more comfortable in topless situations, and the first step is to take your top off whist getting changed in front of mainly well built teenagers and muscle men. I mean seriously, it's like pushing someone who's afraid of heights off a cliff. It's just plain wrong.
Because of my refusal to be the one guy my age in the gym getting changed and weeping because of my car crash of a body, i need to start doing something to shed some pounds, i don't mind running but it's pretty cold around the time i'd run at the moment and i really could do with a running buddy, so i need new ideas for getting back in shape!
Anyone got any good ideas? let me know on twitter or in the comments box! love you guys!
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