I’ve decided that I’ll use my entry for today to talk about my favourite band which, as I’m sure you can gather from the title, is The Beatles. Now, I may be wrong, but I’m fairly sure everybody likes at least one song by them. If you’re going to try and insist otherwise, perhaps you’re forgetting a song by them: I am the Walrus? Hey Jude? I Want to Hold Your Hand? All You Need is Love? You must like one of them!
    The reason, I think, that The Beatles are so good is down to the vast variety of styles in their songs. Perhaps you want a sad kind of song, then you listen to While My Guitar Gently Weeps, or a happy one, then you listen to Here Comes the Sun, or perhaps you’re a crazy person who likes weird avant-garde stuff, then you can listen to Revolution 9.
    Plus, aside from some of their earlier music, The Beatles do have a very particular style that encompasses all of their songs; the ‘sound’ of their music is very unique. Partly and this even includes the earliest things, I think this is down to the Liverpudlian accents, something not very often heard in music.
    But, other than just mindlessly praising The Beatles, I’ll use this entry so that I can tell you about some of their really good but lesser known songs. I won’t give you links, as I don’t think I legally can, but search for What’s the New Mary Jane, Not Guilty or Free as a Bird, I’m sure you’ll like at least one!

Almost forgot to write an entry today but now, before I go to bed, I’ll tell you a short scary story….
    I’m sure you’re locked away peacefully in your bedrooms right now, a small area of light and safety, while outside the creatures of darkness crawl over the surface of the Earth… or something less poetic.
    But I’ve only just gotten home, and during my stroll I spotted a very weird person. I couldn’t really see them; they were covered completely by shadow and punching against the wall, which made a clanging noise. They just stood there and did that continuously, punching at regular intervals and standing perfectly still. I watched them as I walked by, and they didn’t stop this strange process even for a second. The whole time I was in the area, about five to ten minutes, I could hear him doing it.
I’m sure this was just some strange drunkard who wasn’t entirely sure what he was doing, nonetheless, he did seem rather creepy at the time.
    I apologise for a rather short and uninteresting entry, but I’m rather tired and can’t think up a full one at the moment.

As you, my readers, probably know, I update this blog with a new entry every single day and have done for about the last four months. I do actually enjoy writing every day and I’m glad that this blog ensures that I do.
    However, by forcing myself to write a new entry every single day it means that the majority of my entries are rather bad or mediocre at best, with only the rare one being noteworthy. Also, you may not know, but I also keep a journal and write short stories as well, but writing a new entry in this blog every day means that I have neglected doing them somewhat (especially my journal).
    As such, I’m considering updating the blog three or four times a week, rather than every day. This will hopefully mean that the quality of entries will increase and that I will have more time to spend on my other writing projects. I’ll still continue to write new entries every day for the rest of the month, but will probably reduce it to three a week from September 1st onward. If a lot of people will be unhappy about this, I’ll continue to do it every day, but I’m sure nobody will mind the reduction, it’ll mean no more terrible entries after all!

So today was A Level results day, I’m sure the majority of those of you who were worried have now realised you had no reason to be. However, a lot of people are natural worriers and so I’m sure there presently happy mind will soon be anxious about something else and, as next year is 2012, I wouldn’t be surprised if some people are worried about the end of the world.
    Now, before you assume that today’s entry will be about the 2012 predictions, I want to tell you that you’re wrong. Though I will quickly say that those theories have pretty much no grounding, but I’ll write an entry debunking them at a later time, maybe on December 20th 2012.
    Instead, today’s entry is about a very old way of predicting when the apocalypse would come and I’m sure if you did it, you’d find it was not 2012. In the past (I forget when this theory was thought up) they used to believe that sperms had sperms which had sperms, which had sperms… and so on. So they realised that if you found the level of sperms that didn’t have any more sperms then you’d have found he generation that’ll be living in the End Times! Because why would God need there to be any more children being born when he’s about to have Judgement Day? So I’m sure that if you start investigating how far the sperms of sperms of sperms chain goes, you’ll be able to find how many generations there are until the apocalypse, I’m sure you’ll find it’s not 2012 😉

I’m sure many of my blog readers are rather anxious about results day tomorrow, especially those who are waiting for their A Level results, but also obviously those waiting for GCSE and AS results. Personally, I would prefer to have your results emailed to you as soon as they were ready, then there would be no anxiety because it’d just be a random day and your results could come at any time. Sure, people would still want to do well and be disappointed and everything if they didn’t, but if you were just randomly emailed there wouldn’t be the building climax of having to go to school and collect them (I’m sure some people will have difficulty sleeping tonight). I mean, it’s kind of like if you knew how and when you were going to die (without being able to change it) you’d be very fearful as that day got closer and closer, I’m sure most people would rather not know when they’d die. The same is true of results day, I’m sure most people would be happier if the results were just randomly emailed at some point during the summer (though I don’t know, I could be wrong).
    Anyway, I’m sure you’d like to be comforted (if you are worried about it) and that is just what I’m writing this blog entry. Think ahead to the future say, ten years from now (or even five) and sure you’ll have a pretty happy life and I’m pretty certain that this results day will seem pretty insignificant to you, just as (for A Level students) your GCSE results day does now. Also, try thinking to yourself now that you definitely have all Es (pretty bad by most standards I’m sure, sorry to offend anyone if they’re actually aiming to get some Es) and plan on from that. Make lots of plans assuming the very worst has happened, because if you always assume something terrible will happened then, when something bad but not as bad happens, you’ll be happy even though something bad happened!
    I hope that helped a little, though I’m sure it didn’t. All I can say is good luck; I hope you all did very well.

In a previous entry I mentioned something called the Slender Man, and today I’m going to make a little shout out to something I think is very cool and also Slender Man related. On YouTube there is a channel called ‘MarbleHornets’ and every video is part of a long and interesting story. It’s in the horror genre and is a very good way to kill time (especially at night, as it’s very creepy!). It’s one of my favourite internet series (although, honestly, I only watch two, this being one of them) and I hope you’ll enjoy it too. Despite being made to appear as if it’s real, this series is totally fictional, so you shouldn’t be too scared of it. Nonetheless it is my favourite kind of horror (similar to The Blair Witch Project) and I think it’s very good.
Here’s a link

(Part 1)

I’m sure you’ve all been full of anticipation wanting to know how I got out of the sticky situation I was left in at the end of my last entry (that’s sarcasm, by the way) so here for you now is the thrilling conclusion.
    Despite having no change, I wandered into the bathroom with the man who needed to be tipped and I was pleasantly surprised to find that he wasn’t in there. I did the usual thing that people do in bathrooms and then went over to the sink to wash my hands. When I came out of the cubicle I found Mike Wing washing his own hands. When he realised me he began to compliment me on my ‘amazing’ (to use his words) drinking skills. I then explained that I can drink a lot of anything due to the large amount of water I drink (I can down a two liter bottle of water, so…). However, Mike’s polite compliments (which reached their climax when he said “You know what, I love you Randall!” which was very kind I though) suddenly changed to a much more disturbing subject when he asked whether I would like to compare my chest with him. He started undoing the top buttons of my shirt before I grabbed his arm and pointed out to him that people could easily get the wrong idea if they saw him undressing me in the bathroom. Once he realised this he thanked me and stopped.
    When we had finished in the bathroom, I walked back to the table where the people I know where sitting and began to socialise. Meanwhile, Mike walked back to the bar in order to get some new drinks for himself. At this point I checked my wallet and noticed that I was running rather dangerously low on cash (especially so, since I’d be getting a taxi home) so I walked up to Mike and asked him where the nearest cash machine was. Mike told me that we would all soon be leaving Revs and heading somewhere else and that he would lead me to a cash machine when everybody left.
    Unfortunately, there was a small dispute between my little circle of friends, some of them wanting to go to one place and the rest of them wanting to go elsewhere. Mike and I successfully managed to find a cash machine and with a group of a few others we went on to a small bar we had never heard of before.
    My memory is a little hazy after this, but shortly after, I’m not sure how, Mike and I were wandering along by ourselves, Mike then had the clever idea of calling Milo (whose birthday was the reason we were there) and asking him where he and everybody else was. It turned out that they were all in a very poorly named place which caused a great deal of misunderstanding for the pair of us, it was almost like a scene from a, slightly, cheesy sitcom.
    “Alright Milo, where are you?” Mike asked, on the phone.
    There was a pause when Milo would have replied.
    “Huh what?” said Mike.
    “What’d he say?” I asked.
    “He said they’d gone back to his house or something…”
    “Back to Box? Seems unlikely, let me talk to him,” I said, so Mike handed me the phone. “Hello Milo, it’s Adam speaking now, where are you? Oh right,” I looked at Mike, “he said he wants me to hand the phone back to you.”
    “So where are you then?” asked Mike. Shortly after Mike hung up the phone. “Well apparently he’s in a bar not far from us…” he said.
    The two of us then wandered around for a little while and then found a bar called ‘Back to Mine’… So terribly named that I had assumed both that he said meant back to his house and also that he had wanted me to hand the phone back over to Mike.
    Once inside, I sat and socialised for a little while before deciding to go onto the dance floor. While on there, I made a new friend when some guy started dancing with me. However, shortly after I told Mike about this and he told me the guy was probably not looking for friendship… Then, when I returned to the dance floor, a female began dancing with me. After a short while of dancing along with her she raised her hands up towards me, I could only assume that she wanted me to give her ten (that’s a high five with each hand simultaneously for those unaware) and so that’s exactly what I did. She found it a little odd. I was pretty happy that the people in this place had been quite unlike the grabby people in the club I had been to the time before.
    And so this brings my night to an end. I shortly after found a lift home for myself and Elliott Egan (I had to ensure he came too because he usually dies when he’s left alone and drunk in the streets) and before long had returned home. I hadn’t noticed any effect of the alcohol on me, but once I got home I felt incredibly dizzy and so quickly drifted off to sleep.