Week 7

Hey. You're unlucky. I just wrote about half an hour's worth of stuff on how I was feeling, but then I sobered up, and deleted it. Some things a person just can't let the world know. To keep them smiling, in most cases.
Today is Saturday, and I woke up at 3.30. I always try, on Saturdays, to get up at around eleven, go to the park at one and then spend the rest of the day doing useful stuff I couldn't do during the weekdays. But I always end up catching up on sleep, and then feeling bad about wasting several hours. This happened today. I spent a good amount of time playing basketball. And I bought a load of stuff to let my life run normally, like shampoo and toothpaste. Everyday stuff you don't normally think about. But with a wasted morning, the day never feels complete. And the night is always longer.
I'm sorry, I'm not in the mood to go on today. I'm just going to wind down, finish the rest of my rum (I've found out it takes about half a bottle to get me drunk) and then try and sleep off the rest of my thoughts. I can see that more people are following this blog, and sorry to disappoint, but tonight I just want to be alone.
In a hostel, haha, this is tough.
Sleep well friends, I'll be back on again in a day or two, making jokes and telling stories. Being normal.

Hey! Today is Tuesday 18th, it's now 12.52am. Woops, sorry, it's now Wednesday. The reason I'm still up is because I have to charge up my iPod for work, the 12hour shifts start tomorrow and if my music dies halfway through, I would have to destroy things. Yes sir, start at nine, finish at nine, for possibly the next three weeks. *Think of the money Tom, think of the money...* I am dear readers, I am. And the exciting thing about money now, is that I am able to get it from walls! Yeah, I went into the bank in my lunch time, and got my PIN. So I can now live a pretty much normal life, don't need to constantly reserve money for poor moments.
I have found out that my grandparents are now readers of this blog. So I thought it only fair to bring a few truths to light, I cannot lie to my readers any more. I am a huge drug fiend, replacing cereal with marijuana and going from brushing my teeth to shooting up heroine under bridges. And during the weekends, I sell cocaine to primary school children.
I'm only joking nanny and grampa, I would never. They're secondary school kids. :D
Nah, I have kept my body relatively clean since beginning my adventure, the only bad thing I've had is rum. I'm going through a healthy eating patch at the moment as well, felt genuinely good just now realising that I ate a healthy dinner compared to the large pizza I was going to take out. Eating sushi for lunch, muesli for breakfast, and usually rice dishes for dinner. Cutting out the chocolate slowly, and trying to play more basketball. Trying to go to the park, but it's so damn difficult with work hours. And for some reason, my body is cutting out on me now and then at the moment. Like last Sunday, my left foot was in agony, but I hadn't banged it or been stood on by fat blokes, so I don't know what it was. It was fine on the Monday as well. Strange.
I'm rambling. The iPod is still charging, so I'll try and fill the time by typing.
There is a big debate going on at the moment. The price of accomodation has gone up for Christmas, and a lot of people are moving out, trying to get into cheaper rooms elsewhere. I'm not sure if I want to move out, I'm pretty settled here. Melano, my roommate, is looking for other rooms we could move into, but I'm beginning to tire of him slightly, now and then. Little things. Like, he latches onto a little insignificant thing I say, and argues about it, or doesn't listen to ideas.
For example, he likes to play tennis, and I go with him now and then. But the court doesn't have a net, one has to be borrowed from the youth club nearby, which closes quite early. I thought playing tennis on a court without a barrier was stupid, and told him I was going to buy some parcel tape, to make at least a visible barrier. He laughed and said it was stupid, but it worked out reasonably well. I had originally wanted to buy string, and dangle my bedsheet from it, to make a "net", but I couldn't get string at the time.
Well he managed to borrow the net one time, and was playing with another person in the hostel, and he said how the net sagged in the middle and was pretty rubbish. I suggested the string idea again, doubling or maybe tripling it up and threading it through the top strings of the net, and then pulling it taught to pull the net right again. It was worth a try, right, I mean the net was crap anyway and string costs about 3 bucks. But he just wouldn't accept what I was trying to suggest, cutting me short and taking the piss. That was the latest of our little "bust ups". Like I said, little things, but when they build up it can get a bit much at times.
My iPod is nearly done, I'll wind it down. I'm now friends with most of the older hostel people, if I pass them in the corridor we usually have something to laugh about, or just a friendly hi in short time. Not sure what the next few weeks will bring. More temporary people, in for a few days before moving on. I might be stuck with Melano for company for a while. At least I have something to do during the day, even if it is still mindblowingly dull, and I have to work with pillocks. The guy from Leeds is steadily getting worse. But I spend most hours at work planning my revenge, very meticulously. He hasn't got me on Facebook, so he can't get to this blog. This is my plan...
We get off the bus at the same place, but I always head into the subway to get the train home. He walks an apparently short distance to his house, which he shares with a load of people. One day, I shall branch off to the subway, but instead follow him at a distance. I'll see where he lives this way. At work, I'll turn conversation into roommates, and therefore find out how many people he shares a room with and try and subtly find out details, such as times people go to bed.
Then I shall buy some black rope and a grappling hook, and a blanket with chloroform. I shall go to his house at around 4am on a Monday morning, before work, and let myself into his room either by breaking in or climbing through an open window. I shall pour chloroform onto the blanket, and wave it around inside the room, keeping myself just out. This shall make any partially awake people drowsy, and asleep people into a deep sleep.
Then I shall go in, find out where the guy from work is, and creep up. I'll pull out a big, new board marker, and draw a thick pair of glasses, and a big moustache on his face. Possibly colour in his nose as well. Maybe write "I love men" on his neck. And then set his alarm back by half an hour.
Then I shall silently get out, and skip down the road, as nobody will see me, being such an early hour. Or I shall wrap the blanket round myself and mumble, as people will then ignore me.
I've had a lot of time to think of this plan. Not bad, eh? See, it's not physically painful, and then as he has work the next morning with half an hour less time to get ready, he won't be able to completely remove the glasses and moustache. Think Lord Kitchener. That kinda thing.
Well, this has nicely let my mp3 player recharge, and has let me vent my feelings in a healthy manner.
Good night to you all, speak soon.
All the best.