Another summer, Another post

I really should read more over the summer instead ofdrinking away the time. But in all regards this summer was intense, passionate and fun-filled. So back into the routine that is senior school, 1 more year then poof! Off to uni. Scary thought if it passes as fast as the summer did. No books to report on. (Probably a good thing) but make sure to read a book called Scar Night. Favourite of mine from the past.

hello again, it has been a while and well very damned little has happened except well i have passed a couple of my As-level exams..... and failed the majority of the other ones, so win some lose some. im re-attempting them and hopefully getting an improved mark in them. Also im not going parting anymore, poor little me. Its because i want to save cash for an oxygen ticket. So i'll probably post a lot more in the absence of excessive alcohol.

for a book review, I'm thinking "The Reaper Man" by Terry Pratchett. its another of the satirical and sensationally funny Discworld series, this installment sees Death late for work... well apart from being, well, Death. hes gone missing and his unlucky manservant Albert needs to find him...

Miles away in a remote farmtown in the Ramtop mountains, an old woman has found a new employee and he's a bit on the thin side...


Thats all i got folks, and probably i'l be back in a couple of days with more.

Well. Its been a little while since i last posted. and a whole lot has been happening. I've gotten round to finally learning computer coding languages, i'm officially out of debt from my sister (it was worse than you could imagine) and im actually working in classes. A delicate medium of drink,games,work and friends is being maintained with little effort.... also i have found the joys of minecraft.

the book of the day is Mort. by Terry Pratchett. i love that man... this has Death recruiting a young lad from the mountains as an apprentice... but apprentices eventually become masters and Death aint going to die any time soon so a deads end job in my opinion.
Well anyway, Mort goes with Death and quickly picks up the tricks of the trade, excepth the part where you shouldn't fall in love with your clients... definatly tough in his line of work when everyone eventually dies, but he falls in love and attempts to save her. He does but he doesnt know the repurcussions of this rash action and accidentally opens up a shrinking parrallel reality, time is running out and the princess (the girl he saves)  is being ignored and forgotten when she's still alive a ""royal" outrage. As time repairs itself, Mort and Death end up quarrelling and fighting, which Mort loses spectacularly. yet Death, as usual shows a compassion streak unnatural to the immortaland has a "chat" with the gods. then mort has a choice... the princess or deaths daughter (dont ask).....

i havent read

and in the wake of war, we are left to rebuild the peices. valentines has come and gone, and my girlfriend wants me dead, you remember when i said i was a unromantic person? well she didnt believe me... her fault, but kind of mine that i forgot her present and card... and she got me all sorts of things like a bracelet (i quite like the Hawaiian bracelets) and socks..... i then had to go and when she wasnt looking sneak buy a lovely bracelet for 80 effin quid.... she then said "i saw you buy that" and took it then walked off in a strump.... shit.

well books again.
book of the week is.... catcher in the rye,
i havent actually readed it yet, getting round to it. i dont much go in for the mainstream books, classic or modern crap i know it sounds bad but theres very little about mainstream stuff that interests me, harry potter, twilight or "i-dunno-what-the-kids-read-these-days" so yea, catcher in the rye is a um book about um themes and um shit.....

okay people its nearing valentines day and theres a slight tinge  of romance in everything. im not a soppy person, public displays of affextion are nice but too much is just bordering on public pornography and indecencey. i cant say much as i know im a mad hypocrite about that, but i guess i know how people feel when the see there woman/man for the first time in weeks, yet i know that its silly and disguists other people i dont care.

so the book for today is another terry pratchett book, the light fantastic, the basicly sequel to the colour of magic, same main characters basicly and the Luggage. more outrlandish disc adventures. oh joy from rincewind,
the end sees crazyness... as usual
read it youl understand better.also the end of the disc is nigh

hi all. its been a few days since i last posted, feels more like a month.... again. this week has gone by at the pace of a turtle trapped in treacle and its uncool. i have finally finished fixing my cd albums. deleted every song off my laptop, then proceeded to add each album iindividually and get all the album artwork etc for syncing to my mp3 player. took some time but it kept mew busy, too busy in fact to have read anyhting or taken a comment on what to do my biased and badly written reviews on.
but, alas i  must have a paragraph of verbal diarrhea on a book of the week without consulting the gods of wikipedia. so here goes. umm,..... harry potter? no too mainstream. cathcer in the rye? hvent read it yet..... um O.o i know!!!!
twilight!!!!
you know themes? and how the books main theme is usually meaningfull. like in harry potter "your friends are your most important asset" or lord of the rings "good always wins"
twilights is "you MUST have a boyfriend." simply.

so there you go another reason to hate twilight :D

awright lads, today i have found the joys of my old sony walkman. not the tape player, im not that retro but my 8gb mp3 player, i lost it a while ago and have been without music ever since, so now iv decided to put EVERY CD I own on it, a feat that will take well over a week of copying, but it will be worth it i think.

il be going quickely over a book which, unfortunately, i have to read. the death of a salesman by arthur miller. an As level book for my coursework. its about an old salesman, Willy Loman, not highborn man, his name mewans average, showing that a tradgedy of a book can not only be written on kings and heros but on working class people. as they say, take pity on those the god ignore for their lives are fraught with hardship.
Willy is scraping a meager living of his job as a salesman and his ever increasing mental health issues, he constantly argues with his oldest son about how he cant get a decent job. yet in the past his son never argued with him and only ever looked up to him. something went wrong. Willy cheated on his wife on a work trip and his son caught him and in that moment lost all respect for him.
All of Willys problems stem from this one dillemma in his life, and in the end he feels he can no longer go on, and in a spurt of madness, believing that some health insurance could ste his family up for life, he kills himself. we never know if this payment goes through but it seems that it wont as in the past this had nearly happened and was declared self inflicted damage. so in the end a family loses its father and husband and are left with nothing.

this play, is a satirical, mocking look at the american dream ideal and how it drives people insane and people will alsways try to "get rich or die trying" unfortunately it is usually the latter that happens.