YES GOD YES

Its out in July, 20th of Freaking July 2010
FREEEAKING YESSS

Sweet baby JEBUS!

Okay I know I havent posted in a while but I've been fairly busy and mundane. However! this is so pure win i needed to add it.



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Easter sunday

Happy easter! Best regards wishes and salutations on this the day the christian saviour rose from the dead to kick heathen ass.

To those not of this faith I dutifully apologise but I am of a christian family, In a majority vote christian country and by the saviour I shall celibrate the glorious day of hiz zombified revival! by eating curry....

 Many of you out there may not know but;

Easter; Greek: Πάσχα Paskha, from Hebrew: פֶּסַח Pesakh,) is the central religious feast in the Christian year. According to Christian scripture, Jesus was Ressurected from the dead on the third day after his Crucifixition. Some Christians celebrate this resurrection on Easter Day or Easter Sunday (also Resurrection Day or Resurrection Sunday), two days after Good friday and three days after Maundy thursday. The chronology of his death and resurrection is variously interpreted to be between AD 26 and AD 36. Easter also refers to the season of the church year called Eastertide or the Easter season. Traditionally the Easter Season lasted for the forty days from Easter Day until Ascension Day but now officially lasts for the fifty days until Penticost. The first week of the Easter Season is known as Easter Week or the Octave of easter. Easter also marks the end of Lent, a season of fasting, prayer, and penance. ( Sourced from wiki dontcha know ) 

So yes today is the day of our heavenly father who died from his sins which is all very nice but it also a commercial hoday meaning CHOCOLATE and lots of it!

Im not a terribly religious man so I can certainly forgive not easting lets say a full english roast dinner with all the trimmings today and have a much loved Indian classic instead, I can also forgive that its become a holiday where the chocolate companies stuff thier wares down our throats so far its hard to breathe. I like chocolate, infact like most of the english I crave this creamy treat even with my dairy intollerence. 

 What is also nice is that it is a school holiday for both school and higher education alike ( two weeks off with only six weeks to go is rather lovely ) which brings me to something that I find bemusing and rather confusing. My Dearly beloved Caitlin.

A wonderful girl of catholic decent and an American, the country that is as far as I know rather christian to a fault doesnt have the week off, nor a bank holiday for easter. This strikes me as strange. Afterall, being its vast population are mainly christian I would have thought it was seen as a big deal, much like thanks giving or the fourth of July. Yet, apparently not.

Its a funny old world isnt it?

Personally I kick started my easter by waking up late to a fully cooked breakfast, having an arguement about who ate all the biccies ( Me naturally ) and driving about to see if any local super market was open. I would have thought on the day of Sabbath we as a family would at least rest for a while but hey you gotta do what you got to do.

 Im quite looking forward to that curry later.

Hair cut blues.

If there is one thing I hate in this world. I mean truely utterly loathe. Its haircuts.

Ive always disliked people touching my hair unless I give them approval. Its a personal spot and something I will actually get angry over, it could be considered an intamate touch for myself. So naturally I have to trust the hairdresser to allow them even to put sissors to my head. I honestly think that part of it came from the fact I spent several of my younger years practically bald with a  number two instead off a moptop due to curly blonde locks of frizz. Once free of my parents controlling vices i went completely the opposite way and had a ponytail that could reach the small of my back, it was a unkept wild birds nest of curly long frizz. Not very attractive I can assure you.
 Once in college I put a Ki-bosh to the ponytail and opted for midlength to shortish hair that looked far nicer and modern yet took me far longer to prepare. Wash - Lotion - Brush - Dry - Brush - Straighten - Hair wax. I had offically joined the 21st century in a possibly metro-sexual way. Since those days I have found several ways of cheating this long list as not to need to be awake at god knows what time in the morning to prepare for the day ahead. God bless laziness.

 Fashion wise I have been described as an alternative. I practically live in my jeans which are only left unripped on my grandmothers orders, several percings and a heavily tattooed upper arm with the possiblity of a second on my left side ribs, Skater shoes are the goods of the day and hoodies or leather add to warmth. Generally I look rather scruffy and or an "artist" if you can generialise in such a way, though I am often told I look like I should be doing music. ( Does that sentence constitute bad grammar? ) Naturally it entails I have a hair style to fit in with this mild image aka fringes, spikey choppy hair and generally a fair amount of products. For this reason I am doubly  insecue about hair dressers as unless you pay top cash they generally dont have a clue what you are on about.

Such as was the case today. I noticed that my length was far beyond what it should be, My parting was slowly becoming a center instead of a side, it was put to me that I resembled a cave man. Not quite what was needed. My Nan, God bless her soul demanded I visit her local hair dresser and get a hair cut, I happened to concur not wishing to upset my nearest and dearest. Rather large mistake on my part there.
So instead of paying £30 Quid to my usual gentleman who knows exactly what I want I find myself driven into the village to a small shop to a rather plump woman with blonde streaks in her hair.

Oh dear.

Im polite as its always better to have people on your side than to come over as a little so and so. Having now had a fair amount of experience with changing hair dressers ( sadly ) I tried my best to describe exactly what I wanted in a simple manner as possible.

"I would like a short back, cut it right off, Then I would like between short and mid length 'Choppy' hair that doesnt cover my ears for the sides and a sweep fringe; sweeping to the right"

I would say thats fairly specific, apparently not. I should have known something wasnt quite the ticket when she was aboslutely stunned at the amount of hair I had and at its length. I must stress the point I had been referred and agreed ont he fact that "She has sons who have hair like you, all trendy Brad, she'll do it so you look 'nice'" Nice is not a word I want to hear nor is the words "A trained barber" I still stand by my remark that all a barber can do is short back and sides. What I infact needed was a stylist. Regardless she carrys on, Telling me she would trim the back but not take the clippers to it, I keep my mouth shut, she then asks me "what way did you want the fringe again love?" I tell her strickly once again I would like a sweep fringe to the RIGHT. So she sets about spraying down my hair with water. Alarmed by this I tell her my hair is straightened and naturally frizzy, looking at me for a moment she continues on with her spraying. Bugger.
 For the entire time I keep my mouth shut and only answer question that her chav like freind was asking me, without my glasses I was practically blind and unable to really see what she was doing. However I could tell, having cut my hair myself once, she wasnt making my hair choppy. To give her credit it isnt dead straight layers but its feathered. FEATHERED! which would be fine if I was going for a clean cut short trim with a little length to give it bounce. Not what I wanted.

Next came the fringe. Now I asked for a sweep fringe so why was she parting my hair? she asked what way I wanted it again so through gritted teeth I told her "right please" so she began to trim. This was okay as I had a pretty long fringe at least it was till she cut it far too short. Not much point complaining at this point, just grin and bare with it. Next she rubs some gell like substance into my hair and proceeds to blow dry. I have frizzy jew fro hair what is the possibly worse thing you can do? thats right. Blow dry. Once again to give her credit she did try her best to control the frizz but the result was something fluffy, I felt like a short sheep, and her freind wasnt helping much easier by complimenting on how much it changed my looks. I thanked her for her time, paid and tipped her as is my custom and left as fast as I damn well could raging at my father that I would never step through her door again. Petty I know but I get very uptight about very few things and my hair is one of them.
 I showed my nan who was delighted at her nice looking clean cut baby boy ( I feel some foul play may have gone on here ) While both sets of parents, usually against my alternative expressions agreed it really wasnt something that suited me and tried to calm me down. Raging I went home and did alittle damage control. Its still too short and fluffy for my liking but a few days of my lifes style will sort that out hopefully.
I would rather pay money for a decent cut every 4 months than go to a barber and pay cheap.

Enjoy.

Milton Keynes - Satans Layby. Srsly.

Today as scheduled was meant to be the family day out, a fun filled adventure where invaribly we all go our sepearate directions and spend vast amounts of cash on something no doubt pointless or entertaining for a meager amount of time.
The Choice:- Milton keynes.
For those who dont know, MK as it is often appriviated to is a large town in Buckhamshire residing in the south east of england (East anglia). Roughly about 45 miles away from London.
It was apparently formally designated a town on the 23rd of January 1967 with the goal of becoming a city hence massive continuious Urban creep.
  The most intriguing concept of this town is that all the roads are laid out in a grid with roundaboust co-joining (is that a word?) the horisontal and vertical grids every 1km or so. 
It is also where our local IKEA is located.
Though male and by all accounts retarded in the ways of fashion and interior design I do enjoy a trip to IKEA as they have wonderful show rooms and as an alterior motive I would have liked to scope out a new bed. The put me up is two years two old now and I worry I will one day fall through it. This is mind i agreed to tag along thinking the day would be over fairly fast as I am not one to shop, It kills me alittle inside every time when there is something you want but cannot have or dont dare spend money on. Its headache inducing heh.
So off we trotted, discussing possible plans to sell my beloved truck for a much more manageable and less expensive Ford Focus, God bless this litte hatchback thats a dream to drive. Problem is I have to apparently wait for my tax to run out on Bea' before even thinking of selling, but thats by the by.

The first issue to crop up on a growing list was that IKEA was just far too busy, we couldnt even park, figures on a bank holiday weekend right? so there is my reason for coming out gone in a blink of an eye. I now have to spend several hours wandering shops when I could have been catching up on university work. Irratating yes but I can deal. Its a chance to buy some video games or whatever else takes my fancy. Nooope, problem there. I dont really have the money to spend on such frivalties so this is rather a wasted trip.
A bugger that really?

Regardless of such adversity I pressed on to the MK center Or the Hub, a giant shopping center with many many high street shops and so forth. I KID YOU NOT, hell has nothing on this place during rush shopping hours. Now not all hope is lost kids! Though down, I was not out and managed to have a good day.
Now I used to go the the Hub alot with my naval mate Ryan where we would simply circuit the building.

A pretty easy thing to do as what is known as the midsumer place is a semi circle allowing you to make it a nice neat lap. During this I would note shops I like the look of, on the second lap I would enter a few and check out items on interest.
On this particular outing I had a few 'Pit stops' in HMV for the cheap dvd options going ( Infact I ended up buying three dvds and a book from here before leaving ) as well as Game and other such shops when I bumped into my ex sitting on a bench outside Levi's jeans. Not nessicarily big news however this particular young lady seemidly hates me. Last time we met I distinctly remeber her referring to me as a douche and a know it all. Undeterred I wandered past and pulled a silly face before waving hello, Surprisngly this won me a smile, skirting past I couldnt help but think to myself that perhaps though women can hold grudges, I have a longer memory for them. Oh well one less hatred aimed at me in the world.
Moving on neatly onto my next topic I have to mention something that always draws my eye;
'The Frog Clock'


This little number amuses me so much I actually stop and stare, jaw agape untill the entire spectical is over. I love the simpleness of this attraction. It makes me feel like a child again. I seriously find myself rooted to the spot if I pass by it on the hour. its like a mental disease, Bubble tourettes syndrome!

All this fun and frolicks unfortunatly led into a bit of Drama as one of our crew lost her Ipod Nano which my parents graciously replaced to the sum of £118.00 pounds. Heres hoping she doesnt loose this one in another shoping center while out wiht us or we will be seriously out of pocket. Another mental break down easily resolved was exchanging a computer game at GAME, both my sister and father decided to buy Sims 3 and being the dutiful son I try to be I sorted the situation and exchanged one game for a wii game with an added extra five pounds on top though I could have sworn I should have recived a penny change.
Next on the list of events came my first ever frapachino. Im an art student there for poor, I am an art student who is lazy thus even poorer so I havent had the chance to try this delicious treat, I am now contemplating forgoing lunch at University simply to buy one of these things every day during the warm weather, I was quite honestly surprised at how nice it was. YUM.

 Another contemplaton the Ipod affair managed to sort out for me is the Iphone.
From the beguining I have always been skeptical of apple products, yes they are sleek, ye sthey dont get virus's but its amasing how they always seems to give up the ghost once the warrenty is voided or at an end. However I am slowly coming around the the Iphone. I admit its gimicky and theres alot of its aspects I really would not use but concerning what I do, having a device that can text, make phone calls, use a form of instant messaging, send emails, access the internet and play music is quite tempting.
Since I am rather undecided heres my pros and cons list:
Pros -
Easy to use size, manageable, working phone, touch pad gimic, built in ipod, ability to amuse me, pretty interface, email and net access, Aol.

Cons -
Confusing interface, No java or flash, Too many god damn apps, prone to breaking, touch pad keyboard is a tad small.

Im not a huge techy so admitidly a smart phone is a daughnting prospect but something draws me to this lil pieice of merchandise and the Apple store practically sold it to me on a silver platter. The Iphone is sold on O2 tarriff ( my preferred choice for mobile networks ) for cheaper than in the actual O2 store.
So for 30 pounds a month and paying £99 pounds I could have a perfectly serviceable 8 gb Iphone Gs for 24 months. Ive I decided to pay an extra fiver I would have it for free! now thats a very important word -Free- as there is not much in life that is free and while that seems a better offer paying 100 quid upfront would save me £2 pound a month, aint that some fine fun mathematics for you? ( Dont blame me if it works out wrong i have always sucked at Math ) So perhaps in a years time for my birthday I will upgrade and finally become part of the Ipod generation.


Thankfully my day has come to a delightful closing statement. My sisters boyfreind came over for tea and as a treat we decided to go eat in the pizzarea down the road in dead mans cross. Delightful name I know. I used to know it as an indian resturant so this was an intriguing concept as I dont think the owners had changed hands. Much as expected the place was deserted but in a strange turn of events the serving staff went to my old high school so much conversation was had along with laughs, slightly abusive jokes and pudding. I personally rate the place at 5 stars. Thought I'd rate the pizza at 3..
Fun day.

Sweet jiminy crickets!

Im alive! Expect more detail later.