Friday, 20 March 2009

Sometimes I miss things

Today I had my first bath in 10 years, I mean spending time in a bathtub you pervs!
Got to test out my new bathtub in my new 2 bedroom flat, was so relaxing. Thank you Lush and Blue Ocean for making me feel better than I have in years.
I've been drowning in work, but who hasn't at this time of year, once the Easter holidays hit I am going to take a wee trip to Dublin I think, I need the break before the last leg of exams, then....GRADUATION!
I managed to get my very first A1, the highest grade you can get at University, and it's probably my only one, but no one can tell me now that I'm lazy, I'm a fucking A student.
I still haven't gotten a new wallet, my old one can't hold coins anymore, instead I'm resorting to having the coins in my pocket, well aware that any beggar on the street will hear the jingling of change a mile away, just like zombies hearing your screams from a mile away.
Now, what should I rant about, drugs, the people who don't lock the front door in my building or just rant about my shortness once again?
Nah, I just fucking hate people who text me in the middle of the night, what on earth is wrong with you, people are usually asleep after midnight and I can't fall back asleep once up...

Wednesday, 25 February 2009

3D and why Luxembourg rules

Right, can see my regular updates slipping, someone please kick me into getting myself sorted!
I was at the cinema over the weekend and saw three films, God knows why, I generally dislike the cinema due to reasons I will discuss later on.
I saw Bolt: 3D, He's just not that into you and My bloody valentine: 3D over saturday and sunday.
Bolt: 3D was my first film, I never saw a 3d film as a kid so wanted to try it out and I was not dissappointed, while the film works great without this gimmick, the 3d aspect was fun but since the film wasn't made for 3d I did get a bit bored.
The highlight was definetaly the Coraline 3d trailer though, the collective gasp of the audience was hilarious!
Now, the next film was a typical chick flick that does nothing but make guys feel like assholes, while empowering the girls, I really hate these type of films.
Why on earth is it acceptable to have films out empowering women yet films aiming to empower men are wrong?
I long for the day when I get to see "Your girlfriend is a slag and all women cheat".
My bloody valentine was made for 3d, just go watch it, the story might suck but the effects are great, flying piece of jaw out of the screen anyone?
I read yesterday an article in the Herald regarding Alchohol consumption, apparently Scotland is the 8th highest in the world for alcohol consumption and Luxembourg is number 1.
That got me thinking, Luxembourg is a quiet place, we don't have drunks stumbling about at night, no passed out people in doorways or even people wanting to fight, everyone is out to have a good time at night time.
But why on earth is Scotland so fucked up in regards to their booze?
They fight, stab, scream, sing loudly, break stuff and are a general nuissance, while Luxembourg has nothing of the sort, seriously Scotland, Luxembourg is outdrinking you, you bunch of scallywags, and we still do better behaviour wise!!
Why on earth do you feel the need to sing loudly outside my window at 4am on a thursday morning, why do you need to make the maximum noise when coming home drunk and why the fuck do you need to be soo goddamn disgusting when drunk and puke everywhere?
I am never loud when pished, I try and stay quiet when I get home and I certainly clean up after myself, sometimes I just feel pity for you all.
I hate having to say it, but most people under the age of 21 are just not mature enough to handle the alcohol.
Or maybe I'm just jealous cause no drunk chicks come home with me after a night out...

Thursday, 12 February 2009

Positive post for once, the happiness as experienced by a 20-something!

Right for once I'm not going to rant on here, no instead I'm going to be positive cause today was good.
My dissertation was finished today, all binded and handed in, ended up being 14972 words, 28 words short of the maximum limit!
Am so happy that it's over but I do feel like I could have written a dissertation on each chapter alone, is that good?
I also managed to write an essay from scratch that was due tomorrow morning and that's all with 4 hours of sleep, maybe I'm more than a man, am I..... a God?
So, tomorrow a few friends are coming around to my flat to watch films, eat takeaway and get drunk, will be fun.
Saturday night I'm going out with the LBGT society at Glasgow Uni, been meaning to go for aaaages but have had so much other stuff to do, hopefully they're a bunch of nice people.
I'm sitting here drinking scottish Ale and feeling pretty good about myself, I really feel like I've proven something to myself lately, that I'm not a complete waste of space, that I can sit down and work if needed and that life isn't as bad as it feels when you wake up the morning after a surprise visit by Mr. Jack Daniels.
On another note, I bought the Goofy Movie soundtrack and I listen to it daily, is freaky how much I like the music from it.
Am also going to see Funeral for a Friend when they play in the QM next month, I hope they will play a good show that's filled with loads of their old stuff from Casually dressed and deep in Conversation, one of the albums that got me through School, knowing how much they've changed in style I'm afraid this will be only a dream, oh well, at least I can get cheap beer.
I also met up with Scott today for an afternoon pint, he was going out tonight so he was starting the drinking early, I couldn't as I had that essay to write, but now I'm catching up.
We just chatted about things in general, was good fun, although it still infuriates me that I never see him.
And everyone, get your cute and sexy asses to Somerfields, they are selling Ale, 3 bottles for 4£!!!

Sunday, 8 February 2009

Worst take away?

I think I have found the holy grail of horrible takeaways.
Last night I was out and after a trip to Campus, me and two friends decide to get some food since when you've been drinking, you get the munchies.
Now, it being Sauciehall Street there is a million takeaways and for some reason we manage to pick the nastiest one.
I ordered a donner, chips, and cheese, mainly cause I like donner when drunk, baaaaad mistake.
This "thing" had never seen a donner, the meat was sweaty, greasy and full of hard, unchewable chunks of God knows what.
The Chips were cold and not fully cooked, and the so-called cheese was definetely not cheese, you when you get a chips and cheese and the cheesy melts?
Well, this didn't...at all.
And it tasted like cardboard.
Now the sauce is what can really save a horrendous takeaway, it can cover the looks and hide the taste if spicy enough, this sauce was the topping on the mountain of vomit-inducing, grease ridden, pathetic excuse for a donner, chips and cheese.
It was some red stuff, filled with chopped garlic, now garlic is good, I love garlic, but when 50% of the sauce is chopped garlic even I have to say stop to ensure that anyone passing me the next day don't get their faces melted off by the putrid stench eminating from me.
I may have been drunk good sirs who gave me this pathetic ripoff, but I am not stupid.
So, 3in1, thanks for leaving me hungry (I threw it away after one bite) and 4,50 out of pocket.

Friday, 30 January 2009

And so it begins

Am I the only one who hates myself at the moment?
I'm currently writing on my dissertation, a piece of work stretching over 12,000 words and I hate myself for sitting here when I could be outside right now, failing at chatting up random girls.
Everyone of us has a good side and a bad side, my good side is the one telling me to sit down and get this written so I have two weeks extra before the deadline to do other things, more fun things, things involving Daft Punk and sore feet!!
My bad side is usually the one who wins, it's that nagging little voice in the back of your head saying "come on" and usually adheres to the "party now, study later" mantra that I so rigorously follow when it comes to most decisions.
But not this time my little companion, I have forsaken my fun filled weekend for sitting and writing this piece of crap, something that I can look back on and say "hey, I might have gotten a D but at least I was finished two weeks before hand!".
I have forsaken visiting a really hot girl in Ayr, I have forsaken fun filled nights at the Polo Lounge, I have failed all of you reading this, as people who know me, knows me as the guy that would rather sit up the night before a deadline frustratingly trying to get past that magical barrier known as the word count, who cares if you just came home drunk, you can totally write this in 4 hours, and it will be the best MIND BLOWING SHIT EVER!!
This is what University is about, learning how to balance fun and work, although I'd trade this for a steady 9-5 job anyday, at least you don't get homework in most cases.
I have made compromises though, as everyone knows you should never piss off your inner demon or they will make your life miserable such as giving you stomach problems right before the exam or making your brain shut down when you really need it the most.
So, in order to please my bad side, I have bought a bottle of red wine to entertain myself while writing on my dissertation, who said that Uni work can't be fun?

Saturday, 24 January 2009

Maybe I'm a chauvinist, but you're still a slut

This short rant is dedicated to the three fat, loud, obnoxious girls I saw last night when out.
I have always found women fascinating, from the different types, to the madly irrational actions they take when a simple yes or no would suffice.
Now last last I was out at the University bar, mostly because I couldn't be bothered going into the city centre and because you can't argue with a 1.60£ pint.
But to my horror, there they were....the fat chicks!
Don't get me wrong, I like fat chicks, but there is a difference between FAT and fat.
The fat ladies are the ones who are lovely people but a little on the chubby side.
However, the FAT girls are the obnoxious, slutty ones who think all men want them, when their actions only add to the disgust men and other women feel towards them.
Last night these girls sat their FAT asses down next to me and my friends, proceeded to scream loudly whenever a song came on they liked or when someone brought them drinks, and don't get me started on their outfits!
They were all in very tight dresses, now, if you have a good figure fair enough, but when anyone can see your fat rolls, your thong, and your boobs popping out of your dress the moment you breathe, then we have a problem.
I was horrified even further when I noticed they were also covered in fake tan...
FAKE TAN IS FUCKING RANK, YOU LOOK LIKE AN ORANGE, SPEND YOUR MONEY ON A 10-MINUTE TRIP IN THE TANNING BOOTH!!!
Ah, much better.
Throughout the night these girls also thought they could pretty much do what they want, cause hey, they are girls and as such any man will do what they ask.
They shoved themselves in front of people standing in cue for a drink, they just marched their fat asses through people on the dancefloor and they went to the guys bathroom just because they couldn't be bothered with standing in line for the ladies.
If a guy goes into a girls bathroom we get our asses screamed off but because they are girls they are somehow allowed.
Go to your own bathroom and pee on your own fucking seat, u slag!
They even felt picked on when us guys told them to fuck off and stop staring at us peeing.
I believe these women are a direct result of feminism, hats of to all the women who got women the vote and equal rights but come on, isn't it kinda good to atleast keep the gender roles separate?
At least leave us guys our own toilets so we can pee on the seat and shit on the floor ourselves, we don't need your help ladies, in fact, those 3 girls last night probably made a few guys throw up their fast food.
Oh and by the way, wash your hands girls, if you absolutely must invade our stalls and feel like you can skip the cue to the bathroom, then at least wash and dry yourselves off cause there wasn't any toilet paper in the guy stalls.
I just feel sorry for the one desperate guy who got a mouthful of your disgusting...

Friday, 23 January 2009

The infamous first post

So here I am, writing the first entry to my newly created blog.
Why on earth am I doing this actually, is it because a part of me wants to believe people will care about what I have to say, is it because I like rambling about random things or is it just because I have nothing better to do?
Guess only time will tell but for now welcome to the first post!

My blogger name comes from two things, "Tiberio" and "LLBD", put together you get my blogger name.
Tiberio is an online name I've used since I started using the internet back in 2000 (hard to believe it's almost 10 years old, let alone knowing how young I was back then!), it came from a game I used to play called Tiberian Sun, and I guess it just sounded cool to me back then.
I've found myself sticking with it since then, probably because it's easier to remember one online persona than several and that people will recognize me when I post on other sites.
The "LLBD" stands for Live, Love, Burn, Die, which in turn stems from a Atreyu song called 'Lipgloss & Black'.
I used to be quite Emo ([insert irony here] before it sold out, I don't conform, ahem...) and I listened to this song religiously for a while when my first real relationship ended.
I then added it to the online name, funny side note, I have the four words tattooed in a circle on my shoulder to remind myself that life goes on, so much for growing up as a distant goth/emo guy.
So, about myself, I'm 23 years old, hence the title of the blog, my friend Jenny and I were shocked a few nights ago when we heard the term "20-somethings" and realised that it's us!
Another thing that frightens me is when I meet a teenager and realise that they were born in the 90's, I just cannot get my head around the fact that they weren't born in the best decade (the 80's, stop trying to do math, I fail at maths as well).
At the moment I have purple streaks in my hair, I decided I wanted to do something crazy for my birthday and this was the best I could come up with (I admit it, I am very settled I'm afraid), at the moment it does look more pink, oh well.
I am also the proud owner of a new pair of glasses (click the link http://www.spex4less.com/acatalog/EA9410-LARGE.jpg), they are black and they look awesome!
I've always worn thin glasses and these look very different, something that fits into my new image I think.
See, my New Years resolution is to be the person I want to be, we all change over the years and I just wasn't happy with what I saw in the mirror anymore.
I currently live in Glasgow, it's a great city and I can't see myself living anywhere else at the moment, although the weather is never on my side it seems.
I study History and Archaeology at Glasgow University, I like the subjects but I don't really see myself pursuing a career in either, my opinion is known to change quite a lot and I think I would feel different in a few years and end up hating my job.
One thing that stays constant in my life though is my love of 80's music, I can't get enough of it, I tend to listen to very little Radio as I just don't enjoy a lot of the music out right now, instead I find myself listening to Internet Radio, a lot of quality stuff online!
But I like a lot of music, I used to think that it was only Rock that had any sort of value but as I've grown I have come to realise that one shouldn't restrict oneself too much cause there is a lot of very good music out there.
I will leave this as the opening post before I run out of things to say and ruin the ideas for the next blog.
Please leave comments/criticisms.