Hmm. What a nice day today. This morning I woke up, at 0700 for some reason, but I actually got up and made my own breakfast. Which, incase your interested, was a great squark scrambled egg. Yum. Although the red onion would have tasted alot better had it been further caramelised.

That weekend of mine, not the most eventful but I did manage to talk to AK. I had an interesting conversation which made me realise that either he had not told me the entire truth when I first spoke to him, or that I am actually hard of hearing. Ok, I think I am kind of hard of hearing but he definately had a Ford Focus. Hmm. Well I don't think I'm too bothered really but I was kind of pissed off at first.
I went to the gym yesterday. I had been very tired that morning and so was unable to go in the morning and do the whole gym session but by the afternoon I had regained enough energy to want to go for a swim. So I went for a swim. Father drove me there. Now, my relationship with father isn't the best and that's mainly down to the role he hasn't played in the last 6 years. Or indeed the last 22 years.
Well, I had been changing the radio from station to station to find a good song, as all the stations had a load of rubbish on. Then he commented on me not actually liking any of the music and that I just listen to it for the sake of denying him listening to his boring ancient music that was composed by the first band that Jesus was in as a teenager. I replied that my mp3 player had been broken for 3 months now and that he hadn't replaced it. Well then he tells me that I had been given every right and privielege and that it's my own fault that I don't have any of it now. The real truth about it is that himself and motherhave been to narrow minded to accept my sexuality, that's why I don't have a phone now. (because he was referring to my phone that I no longer have, which I used to store lots of music on be listening to it most of the time). Pathetic excuse for a man.
Then I got intot eh gym and into the pool as briskly as I could manage without looking stupid. There were a lot of children in the pool so I took to the first lane. Two fit young asian lads were using the first lane. The second was occupied by three wrinkley old men so naturally I took the former. I swam 4 lengths before my arms started to burn so I stopped at the end for a rest. One of the guys was at the other, but the one next to me began a conversation. He said that I was too fast for the two of them. True. I was. Well then I took off again for another four lengths because I hadn't used the total of my 30 second rest. Swimming up to this guy again, I decided, sets of eight lengths. So we started chatting again. And then my pillock of a father enters the poolside from the changing rooms and whilst walking behind me, he decides to 'feel my head' to let me know that he was there. Bastard. The guy gave me a funny look and swam off. My stupid fuckwit of a father will not let me just be me or make any friends, just incase I try to jump in to bed with them. For this reason, when he sees me attempting to have a normal conversation with someone, he immediately makes it known to everyone else that a) he's my father, or b) that he has accompanied me to the gym/pool. My father is a simple man. He has only lived in this country for 23 years and he is still a bit simple minded. When he goes into the gym, he uses machines that he hasn't been inducted to use. And therefore he doesn't use them correctly and is more likely to end up sustaining an injury. He decides to start an arguement if we try for point this out to him. He always thinks we're out to get him. Oh and when he is using the tredmill, he bends his elbows, has his clenched fists by his chest, and moves his arms in a chicken wing flap fashion when as he walks. He always gets people staring at him because he looks so stupid doing what he does. Everyone smirks at him when they walk past and they whisper about him to their friends. But he doesn't care. Wierdo. He knows that people see him like that, and so he uses it to stop me making friends. I'm sure that when people realise we're realated *cue nausea* they dicide I'm not worth talking to. Bastard.
I do apolagise to any regular readers, if at all I have any for my fowl language. I didn't grow up in the gutter but I just feel so angry and annoyed.

Wiat a minute, didn't I start this entry on a +ve high? What the shiggins just happened? Oh well do you worry your fat little tripe-filled heads, I'll be happy for the rest of the day, especially now that I've called you lot that obscenity.

Blog ya later, suckerz!!