Blarg I am ded

Ok, this blog makes for pretty depressing read so far, I know. I'll have to live a more exciting life so I have cool stuff to blog about. Like the giant chunk of chocolate cake I just ate! I'm kinda regretting it now, but being a fat kid, I do love cake.

So I figured it out. I have 6 weeks of being a worthless bum left. Then I'll start training to be a fucking bus driver. So 2 years of that and I'll be free. I'll also be 30 years old. Kinda depressing huh?

I've always fancied the emergency services as a job, with my personality, I think I would be well suited to a job like that. I'm fairly laid back and can keep a cool head in a crisis. It's also very much in my nature to help people. I looked at the ambulance service, but I didn't have the particular driving licence to go for it, I also kinda feel now that it doesn't appeal to me as much, what if someone died while I was trying to help them? Or because I made a mistake? So I looked at the police, which is so hard to get into, even my brother couldn't manage. I doubt I'd even make it through the paper sift. So it leaves me with the fire service. When I was looking at their website and testimonials, it really appealed to me. I think it's the kind of job I could do well and really enjoy. So I guess thats kinda my plan. Spend 2 years on the buses, (maybe) start transitioning, be ready to apply for the fire service.

I also just bought Biffy Clyro's album puzzle. I dont know why I waited so long to buy it, I've known about these guys and liked their music for years. I went for a period there not really buying any music, but I have been this last wee while. I'm gonna try pick up their other albums this weekend.

In other news, I seem to have suddenly become really quite good at Call of Duty: Modern Warfare 2. It took me a wee bit of getting used to the new maps and guns (I was a COD 4 fan), but I seem to have managed it. I was playing online with my brother the other day and we were fucking kicking ass! My brother and I are life long gamers, we grew up playing games like Double Dragon Streets of Rage 2 together, we work together as a team fantastically well. I'm very much enjoying this game. Although I don't get to play with him as much as he now lives with his gf who doesn't like computer games. So often our gaming sessions end with him saying "*** has just said to me 'are you going to spend any time with me tonight?'". Poor guy. M has been really good about me playing it though, which is very much appreciated.

So here's some videos, cos I like videos.





I used to watch this as a kid!



This guy's good!



I used to go the wee axe guy, my brother was always the big guy.



Power up!



I always used to go this guy, Max. My brother would be the wee kid Skate, or Axel



Now I want to play sega lol

I'm sick

Yeah, that's right, I'm sick. Again. I'm not bloody impressed. It's some flu like thing, I ache all over, even my eyes hurt when I blink for crying out loud! This is not fun. I can also feel fluid in my lungs, that hurts like a bitch. Fortunately it seems to be clearing up, even if the other symptoms aren't.

My mother has been pestering me to go into this bus place tomorrow and sit a mock theory test, to prove I'm ready for the real thing. Last time I did this (before the whole scheme was suspended) I was getting 97-98% in my mock tests. I've barely read the theory book recently though. I've been caught up in the FTM UK collab channel and website I've not even thought about the book. Which is really fucking dumb, I know. Some times I lose sight of my real priorities and get lost in the fun stuff. I need to start getting the finger out and studying more. Although if I feel like this tomorrow, I dont know I'll be able to go anywhere.

My mother even agreed that I'm ill, which is really saying something, especially if you've been following my transition blog.

It was my birthday yesterday, I am now officially 28. We had our wee party on the saturday night though as my brother came through for a visit. It was pretty cool, they done alot better with my presents this time, my mother said she would make up for the christmas that she accidentally made crap for me.

So, I got, The Lost Boys, the Die Hard quadrilogy, the Beverly Hills Cop trilogy, a Bench scarf, a cool Bench hat that I'd been looking for (although not quite the colours I wanted), some chocs (which I don't really like, anyone want them?), and a 'cat in a bag' (basically a mechanised ball that rolls around in side a wee bag with a fake tail sticking out) which has amused Lola no end.

The night was quite good despite my dad's repeated attempts to be a dick. I don't need to be told to close a door behind me every time I walk through it. And if I want to take a picture of my birthday cake before I blow out my candles, I will. I dont care if the wax is running, it's not gonna spoil the cake. And was there really any need to sing 'happy birthday' quicker than everyone else and then shout at me again to blow out the candles because of running wax?

We ordered take away as a treat, and all sat down to watch a film together. My first choice was Die Hard With a Vengence (I love that film), but as my mum and dad had watched it the other night (without me) they didn't want to watch it again so soon. So I conceded and we watched Die Hard 1. After that, I suggested one of the Beverly Hills Cop movies, which my dad blatenly ignored and put on some stupid game show he wanted to watch, despite the fact I'd said I didn't want to watch it and shortly after left the room.

Even on my birthday, during my 'birthday party' this guy cannot rein himself in. What a dick.

Anyway, I saved you a bit of cake, grab it before someone eats it all.