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?
Friday, 30 January 2009
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...
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.
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.
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