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.

This Monday I went to the clubs of Bath for the second time, so this entry and the next will be about that.
    When I arrived I was with a few people who I don’t know all that well and they decided to go to a small restaurant/bar next to the cinema. In there they decided to buy a couple of large pitchers of drink that everyone put money towards. It was only after I’d paid and started drinking it that I realised that it was actually an alcoholic drink. Since I’d already been drinking some and put money to it I decided I’d finish my share of it, though I hadn’t intended on drinking any alcohol. Once we were all finished there we made our way to a place called Revs (well, Revs is actually the bar’s nickname, it is short for Revolution).
    The reason everybody had gone to the clubs that day was because it was my friend Milo Goodspeed’s birthday so when I arrived I decided I would buy him a drink as a gift. Now, it just so happened that on the way to Revs I was given a token for one free shot of any alcoholic drink with anything that I bought, so I decided that, when I bought Milo’s drink, I would get a free shot of vodka seeing as it was free and everything.
    Unfortunately, once I sat down with my shot, lots of people got the wrong impression and assumed that I had suddenly become a huge alcoholic, so then I was asked to pay a small amount and share another pitcher with some people. I asked my good friend Michael Wing whether or not the amount of alcohol in those pitchers was very high and he assured me it wasn’t, so I agreed to drink from another of those pitchers. I kind of wanted to help them out anyway. Once I had finished with that, I returned to Mike and, as I had already had quite a lot (by my standards) to drink, I made him a preposition: I would drink any amount of alcohol he wanted me to on the condition that in future he, and others, wouldn’t pester me to drink because I sometimes give in and have one drink, which I don’t like doing. Mike really liked to idea and told me to buy a shot of vodka which I did. After I drank it I thought to myself “Hmm, Mike seems like he’s being generous, I don’t think this’ll be too bad!” then, however, Mike showed me the menu again and told me to buy a row of six shots of vodka each flavoured differently.
    Once I’d bought it, I carried this tray of shots back to the table. I quickly drank down each one and was pleasantly surprised by the round of applause I got from the rest of the people at the table. The last shot, chilli vodka, made it feel as if I had eaten fire so Mike kindly gave me a cup of ice cubes to eat in order to cool down.
    To end this on a cliff-hanger, I then realised I needed the toilet, but in Revs the toilets had a man in them who you had to tip and I had no change…

TO BE CONTINUED

Before I write this entry I would like to point out that I usually get annoyed by interpretations of books that obviously were not the intention of the author (for example claiming that Frankenstein is about child abandonment), but this entry is about what the book Don Quixote reminded me of and I think it’s slightly funny.
    In this book, the main character is driven literally insane due to reading too many books and so then begins to imitate exactly the behaviour of the knights of chivalry from his books. I couldn’t help but be reminded of the way in which some people today imitate exactly the behaviour of certain modern celebrities. These two things are especially similar in that Don Quixote ends up in a lot of trouble for his behaviour and ends up doing things like running into windmills and hurting himself (mistaking them for giants), meanwhile people imitating the ‘celebrities’ of today end drinking to excess and vomiting in the middle of the streets.
    Although, having said that, I am not at all suggesting that these celebrities should be censored from television or anything due to being a bad influence. I’m just saying that there are some people who copy the bad behaviour of some celebrities and this leads them to do bad things, just like crazy old Don Quixote.

This is just a quick blog entry for today. I was wondering if all of you readers of my blog knew that I also write short stories, I don’t have many people to read them so I was wondering if any of you would be interested in doing so. Another thing is that my blog seems to have lost some visitors lately and, whereas in the past I was usually getting between fifty and one hundred views a day, now I get between twenty and thirty so I would like to ask if each of you could suggest the blog to somebody else, then if they like it, I will have more views each day. This entry is mainly because I’m feeling a little lazy today and don’t want to write a full one, I’ll write a proper one tomorrow. Thanks for reading 🙂

A few nights ago I had a really strange dream. While I had the dream, it didn’t seem strange at all, it was only when I woke up that I realised how weird it was. In the dream my life carried on as usual (for what seemed like quite a while), what made it weird was that I had a really close female best friend who, in real life, didn’t actually exist. In this dream this best friend of mine somehow got pregnant (don’t look at me, it was purely platonic, you understand) and my dream came to its climax when, due to some reason or another, she had to give birth to the baby from her own house. Then me, and a good number of all my other friends, met up at her house to see the baby.
    Then I woke up. My first thought was that I should tell my friend that I had had a strange dream that they had gotten pregnant but then I realised that they had never actually existed. This gave me a very weird feeling, in my dream I had had memories of the years I had known this person and they had been slotted perfectly into my life. I even felt a little sad when I realised that they weren’t real, but before long I had forgotten almost everything about this person including their name.
    I decided to make this into a blog entry as I hope that it is somewhat interesting to read. It shows that a human mind can create an entire person and years’ worth of memories with them all by itself. It makes you wonder, why would it do that? It also says something philosophically interesting about memories. If you, your memories and other people’s memories of you had spontaneously come into existence just yesterday how would anybody know? How can you even be sure it didn’t happen?

Rather than my original plan for today (which was originally what was going to be posted tomorrow) I’ve decided to write about the riots that have been breaking out due to that man having been unfortunately shot. I’ve heard from an unreliable source (people on Facebook) that these riots will be breaking out in Bath too. Bath is very close to me and as the majority of readers of this blog are (I’m assuming) made up of friends and possibly friends of friends there’s a slim chance that somebody reading this may be tempted to join in with those riots. If this is the case I would like to say please don’t involve yourself with it.
    These riots seem to me to be very stupid. The brother of the killed man has said he is unhappy with them so what are they achieving by doing this other than destroying things? It would have been far better if they had protested (if that’s the right term) by having a sponsored sit in outside the police station, with enough sponsors they could have raised quite a lot of money, this money could then have been given to the grieving family in order to give them a small consolation for their loss.
Riots will rarely achieve anything and honestly seem just to be an excuse for violence or looting…