This week's experiment - Daily Blogging! Part 1 : Fated to Pretend

Yes, so I have decided that this week shall be the week to perform the experiment of Daily Blogging. Today shall be a diary of sorts.

Strangers In My Head

So today at work I got thinking about lots of random shit. I do this a lot. Apparently most people aren't thinking all the time, and I find this bizarre as I can't really imagine or remember a time when there wasn't a voice shouting in my head, keeping me awake all night and feeding my paranoid delusions. Fortunately, this voice is mine. Most of the time. The other night there was a strange French fellow in my head telling me that he wanted to do something, but couldn't. The strange part about this was that he was speaking entirely in French, yet I knew exactly what he was saying.

In the brief moments that my head is not filled with the chaotic ramblings of my psyche, I usually hear music. Today, this caused a very strange situation.

This morning when I woke up, I had the song Roxanne by The Police stuck in my head. Now, I'm not a particularly big Police fan, but I like the song well enough. At work I pretty much just listen to podcasts all day on my iPod while letting my hands do the useless, inane, meaningless task that I've been given. On this particular day I was listening to a Podcast that very rarely plays any music, and even when it does, it's usually some classical garbage. Well, can you, the almighty reader, guess what the song they played today was?

Fucking Roxanne.

I believe in signs, despite being an atheist, and this must be one of those signs. Combined with the fact that three movies I watched last week featured the song Metal Health by Quiet Riot (These movies were Footloose, Crank, and The Wrestler) I'm thinking that I am soon to meet a metal head named Roxanne with mental health issues. God I hope she's single. I am the definition of the word Alone.

The Procrastinators Guide To Success

Also, I decided that I need to tell myself to get off my fat lazy arse and do something with my life. I'm so bored of just sitting inside doing nothing all day, every day. Here ae the available options:

1. Keep working at the job I hate, but join the gym and learn to drive.
2. Quit my job and either join the gym or learn to drive.
3. Quit my job and just write non-stop. (High risk of failure)
4. Keep working at the job I hate, but write in my spare time. (Not good for a procrastinator such as myself.)
5. Keep working at the job I hate, learn to drum in my spare time.
6. Keep working at the job I hate, but move out of my parents house into a bedsit.

All options have advantages and disadvantages. Keeping my job means less time to do anything decent, but I can pay my rent and afford all the worthless junk I buy, fun time, and a ticket for Download which, six months away, I am already pumped for. On the other hand, quitting my job means no money to do any of that, but I'll be able to spend my time on something enjoyable and meaningful. Although I'm so lazy I'll probably just sleep till 1, eat some cold pasta, then play Xbox all day. Been there far too much before.

Clearly, I have to sacrifice something. I just don't know what.

Oh, another point: Keeping my job means free gym.

General Queerness

I remembered something today: A "friend" of mine, who I shall keep nameless, but his name begins with P and when I say "friend" I mean "person who would speak to me when nobody else would but he's a dick", once said to me on the subject of my ever-questionable sexuality: "Just because you get hard over naked dudes doesn't mean you're gay or even bi."

What. A. Mong.

No, no, he's absolutely right. I'm completely straight. Idiot.

But anyway, the point I'm trying to make is that this is clearly bollocks, but then why did he say it? Well, with hindsight, I'm willing to wager that we weren't talking about myself when he said that! Yes, he is probably into cock too, and is just in denial.

I feel a bit sorry for him: At least I accepted it! The problem I had was realising that this didn't mean I couldn't have the best of both worlds, oddly enough.

Wow, this is the most personal blog entry yet. This scares me. I hope nobody I know reads this.

Feeling Rough, Feeling Raw, In The Prime Of My Life

On a closing note, Jason Liggi told me that I look like Alec Baldwin. Now, my response to this piece of news depends on which Alec Baldwin he means.

Thank You.

Fuck You. (Kidding)

And now, for your visual and audible pleasure, have a video from Youtube:

Not the official video, but listen to the words!