Belated Entries

I'm in dire need of a piss, but regardless, I feel the need to post here. As I'm sure you've noticed,I've not posted on this blog for a damn while; in fact, if my memory serves me correctly, I've not posted here since the summer holidays or shortly after the conclusion of such holidays. So here I am, yet again sat here at my laptop, ready and waiting to pour out 4 months of adolescent life on to a totally public wall in which any old, grey, pedantic bastard can read it and criticise me to their heart's content. Sounds fun, aye?

I do say, the last 3-4 months of my life have been rather eventful, to say the least. I've restarted college, contracted a minorly serious illness, enjoyed the company of my closest friends and girlfriend and, overall, enjoyed my time well-spent with friends and family. Well, minus the illness part.

What's probably stood out for me the most though, in the last quarter of a year, would be my girlfriend. Recently smashing my previous relationship-length record of 4 months and 3 weeks, Hannah and I have spent our time getting to know each other, enjoying each other's company and, over all else, sleeping. You see, i don't know what it is about relationships, but once you're in one, you tend to sleep a lot less at night time and a lot more in the daytime. It's eventually reached the point where we often just take half an hour's nap at each other's houses because we're tired. Not that I'm complaining about this, I mean, nobody loves sleep more than Ashton, especially unplanned, random mid-day sleep. But all in all, I would probably safely be able to say that I've never felt as strongly for anyone as I do Hannah, and this is a fact.

Another substantial event in the last however long would have to be my contraction of Glandular Fever. Roughly 3 weeks after beginning college, i was stricken down by Glandular Fever, meaning I had to take the subsequent 3 weeks off college. Now, this was quite a major set-back for me as, once I returned, I was bombarded with essays, booklets, questions and the like from each of my subject teachers, each of which seemingly misunderstanding the seriousness of the illness. To put this into perspective, when I contracted GF, I was an over-weight 15 stone 2; and upon recovery from GF, I was, and still am, an average 13 stone 11. This was all down to the pain in my throat being so severe that I physically could not eat for 2-3 weeks, hence the massive weight-loss of 1 stone 5lbs... Huzzah! Aside from this, GF had another positive effect on my body which I found out rather recently. Apparently, because I didn't eat for such a prolonged period of time, my metabolism was greatly affected. Now, although this seems minor with your current knowledge, this change in metabolism has had a rather substantial impact on my eyes. With the eyes being make up of 80% water, any change in metabolism could have a major effect on the density of the eyes. To put this simply, because my metabolism changed, the excessive amount of water in my eyes, which was causing them to worsen rapidly, has drastically decreased. In decreasing, my eyes are now showing signs of slowing down in their worsening. Basically, Glandular Fever made me go blind much slower than I was!

Well, I can only assume that that would be enough for now. Finally get to go for that piss now <3.

Until next time, ByeByeeeeee baybs (: xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

Taboo

To those with at least a minority of comedic taste, you should be able to figure out that this title is quite particular, in the sense that it relates to the song Taboo, by Australian comedy-songwriter Tim Minchin. And, again very particular here, this blog-post is actually gonna be about a ginger, whom i may not call a ginger because "Only a ginger can call another ginger ginger".
It was this particular ginger who forced me to do this blog post, and i mean FORCED me to, so seeing as i've nothing to do other than die of heat-related college-exhaustion, i might as well get it over and done with.
As you can probably assume from the fact that i'm talking about ANOTHER human being, woe betide me, this particular person has had a fair decent impact on my life. Said person forced their way in at some point mid May, about a week before my exams started properly, and since then has taken up at LEAST 6 hours of my day with conversation and ownage.
S'been a fun 4-5 weeks since we met though. Meeting up only twice, we've managed to sustain a relatively meager friendship with each other, which, as i can assume, came to a massive surprise to you reading this:

"Ashton... Kept a friend?! But, he's so self-destructive!"

Or something along those lines. But that doesn't mean to say we haven't had one or two little "mishaps", one of which being caused by my own self-destructive curiosity concerning a former ginger of mine, the second of which being due to untrustworthiness and a situation of a friend selling out another for his/her own personal gains. Didn't reap his/her rewards though (:

ANYWHO! Apart from my little Taboo here, life's begun to take a drastic turn for the better for good ol' Ashton. Damaged relationships with friends have begun to patch up, everything seems to be much less quiet; less frantic and, overall, i've started to enjoy life more and more. Maybe these are the side effects of my Taboo, i'm not sure, but if they are, i ain't conforming: I'll stick with my Taboo over any social norms ;D. College-life just seems to be flowing much more smoothly now, due to the recent departure of those dreaded exams: No more sporadic revision-lessons; no more panicked students; no more Lack-Of-Revision guilt, it's all gone.

Well, i guess that's about it, not much more i can say, really. Y'happy now, Taboo; you did force me into this!
Hmm... My bed calls me, despite it being exactly 20:59, and thus, i'll let you back to your lives.
Thankin'ye for readin', ByeByeeeeeeeeeee bbzzzzzzzzz

Dear Ashton...

To those who know what film i've recently watched, you can tell that's an obvious rip-off of the new love-tragedy Dear John. I can guarantee that, right about now, you're subconciously calling me "Gay" or "Faggot" for watching such a cliche chick-flick, however, i'm gonna stand my ground here and announce that it is actually a really good film. It has excellent character development, a nice story and, most of all, is actually fantastic at portraying emotions. As it currently stands, there have been 3 shows/films that have managed to reduce ol' heartless Ashton to even shed a tear. Those three have been: Asuma's death in Naruto Shippuuden, that was a heart-wrenching scene; the dog's death in I. Am. Legend., obviously that was upsetting 'cause that was (What's'his'name's) only friend and he had to kill him; and finally, John's dad's death in Dear John, which, as soon as i saw it, i was quite literally crushed by it. So, on this factor alone, you can see why i've ranked this film with high regards: 'Cause it fantastically portrays emotions throughout it.
Aah well, that's about as much as i can pull from this blog post, so, without further ado, i bid thee farewell. G'byeee anonymous reader xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

Oh my, yes.

Wow, 9 months since my last blog post. I do say though, the last 9 months have been fantastic as far as college life is concerned: Met a shed-load of new people, got to know them, enjoyed their company, i just love it. However, i must say that my lessons are rather piss-takey - They're either filled with twatish class members or a twatish teacher, so not the most desirable form of education.

Now then, on to the more pressing matter: The love life. As with all previous blog posts (On both blogs), there's been a section, or an entire blog post on my ever failing love life, and hell, guess what?! Nothing's changed :'D. I still find myself in the endless cycle where i meet someone new, realise they're actually an awesome person, really start to like them, only to be told to either piss off or that they simply aren't looking for a boyfriend at the moment and, to be frank, i'm getting quite sick of it. On a multitude of occaisions, i've come oh so very close to completely giving up on any hope of a love life, convincing myself that i'm actually unlovable. Thankfully, a few close friends, namely Danny and Kim, have pulled me out of that little rut and lined me up for another 9 months of disappointment and rejection, one of which i can guarantee won't be far off with the way i'm acting.

Aah well, i'll just pride my lifestyle on the phrase "You can't win 'em all" and continue to let my ego take a battering for my own philosophical sake.
'Til next time bbz xxxxxxx