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Blame Canada, Blame Canada. Sorry, had to get that out my system lol.

I have to write this again as the App I’m using crashed. Cock.

So, I have made it to Canada. I can’t comment on what it is like just yet as I have only sen the airport, driving to accomodation and bed. All of which was conducted at night. Need to get my bearings in a bit and actually figure out where I am lol.

So, points to note from the trip. Dont’t get shitty french failures for a hire car. Pug 20706307 thing was shocking. However, my frown was turned upside down when I got to Heathrow Terminal 5. That place is pretty damn cool. Impressive.
After a cheeky beer and burger, I tske up my seat on the 767 that is going to hold farts around me for 7 hours or so. Quite a cool choice of films, Friends episodes and The Simpsons to pick from on the poor excuse of a touch screen console. Got extra leg room for nothing though, no idea how but we didn’t say anything to Lizzie when she was serving us our free JD and cokes. I only want to fly with BA from now in. Much Like.
I didn’t like the bloke sat in the first seat I could see past the curtain that divides the scum in first class and the scum we took shelter with at the back of the plane. He was just like that cock on ‘Snakes on a Plane’. Up his own cunt, shit standard issue dick suit wearing, thinks he is better than everyone cock end. He had the standard issue poor laptop that he opened and tried to look busy without Wi-Fi by dragging text from one document to another. Oh, a quick spot… Why is it people leave a plane in fucking rag order? And it is worsw the further up the chain you go. Those at the front, with the big fat seats beyond first class, near enough shredded the place. Sort it out yoi bunch of animals. How hard is it to leave it how you found it. Pricks!

So we get to Canadaland and it’s about 1900? Double-you Tee Eff? I left at 1700. I am about to realise that I am going to get very tired tonight. haha. Cue the coffee. Oh, quick one, ‘regular’ coffee here is pretty much used bath water. Bring proper milk and a shed load of sugar and still opt for a soft drink. Coffee in accomodation is alright though.
So after a bit of hanging about at the airport waiting for the transport, we have a long drive down, what seems to be, the longest and straightest motorway known. We pulled out of Airfeild and joined it and the driver never turned the wheel for about an hour amd half until we came off. Also, it’s surprisingly flat here. Looks like ski-ing might have to be discovered by hire car.

So, got to be by about midnight, so thats 0500 UK. Yeah nearly 24hours awake. (Sweet Home Alabama on the radio – nice) Woke up at about 0730 Local, I just coukdn’t sleep any longer. 7 hours was not enough but my eyes physically wouldn’t close lol. Jetlag is gash.
So, trying not to use phone too much, due to cost, minus a couple peoples. However, got me some free Wi-Fi sorted. FTW. Rant away Conner.
So was looking at ways to speak to people back home during stay and if you want to get hold of me, use any of the following… Twitter, Facebook (request addies here), KIK (Easiest) or Skype (providing I’m local to Net).

Right, time to head out and see some of this country. You peeps in UK will be getting to 2011 before me, so have a blinder. Happy New Year!

Laters.
Conn. ^_^

Toronto Skyline

This one might cause dramas but, meh, it needs to be said. Actually it shouldn’t, ’cause I will rip myself equally to others. Like what eminem does and gets away with it, so shall I.

So I am a serial texter when drunk, I have been very conscious tonight and have limited myself but I may have dug myself a slight hole because of it. Jack Daniels is not my fucking friend. I need to stop what I am doing I thinks, I’m not fully engaged in it and I think it is unfair. This is the drunk me talking, still have a sensible head on. But Neil, it couldn’t have been that sensible if you said what you said in the first place. Yes this is true, but as I mentioned in previous Rants, I am a flirt. Fuck sake. I think this holiday couldn’t have come at a better time, except maybe from the first day of leave and continued to the last. I’m pretty much going to sever comms (he says that until he finds Wi-Fi and gets the bookface back IAW). Grrr, I just know that I won’t shut off. I know that I want to turn off my phone when I go away, but I fucking wont. Dick.
I need my head looking at sometimes, I had it all going good then BOOM – Reality. The sensible option. I should have been the cunt to just crack on and go with it, then fucked off and hid until the shit stopped flying but Nooooo, Neil had to do the right thing. Eff Em Ell.

As for that other shite, grrrr. You know that I fucking like you. You know that I would be that person you want but NO! You carry on running ***Withdraws Comment***. This is annoying. I can’t even rant without fucking covering shit up. The second I get out to Canada, I am seriously going to have a proper think on things in all aspects of my life. That, whilst juggling the new people I will meet and the things that I want to do whilst I’m over there. I have 2 weeks to get things sorted in my head. It will mean that I may hurt people slightly on my return, but it may have to be done. I know now exactly what I’ll do when I get back, that is the trouble.

Hahahha, I am actually having a drunken argument with myself. Double-you Tee Eff??

Fuck knows where I was going with this but I am going to end it, after I find an appropriate image to post it with. I’ll be in Toronto in a couple days, might just stick a pic of that down.

Laters.
Conn. ^_^

Texting

I promised to rant today (technically yesterday, as it is now 0200 on the 28th). I don’t know why I should moan or what about. Well I do know, but I just can’t say somethings as they are too personal, not that I care as they are my feelings but some thoughts may be a little targeted at people. I know that those people may read this when they are bored enough and will know that I’m talking about them. I know that contradicts the first post I did on here but, with those mentioned in that post, I couldn’t care if they read it or not.

So anyway… I hate how us blokes, especially in my job, get tarnished with the same brush. People (women) assume us all to be the stereotype that we are portrayed to be. I also find it incredibly frustrating when people ***withdraws ‘hide behind’ comment***.

This is annoying.

It has occurred to me in the past couple nights, during late night conversations with some people, that I have to be more aware of what I say to women. I know that I can be a bit of a flirt at times (as pointed out by an ex), but I now see that some of the things I say in normal conversation with girls can be, and is often, taken as me flirting – when I just don’t see it like that. This can sometimes be a good thing but mostly not, mainly because it is carried out through the medium of texting.
Like I could end up having a conversation with someone on a more personal level because of what I have said, and then wonder how I got there. I could carry it on to ‘see where it goes’ but then have a condor moment and avoid getting too involved. The benefit being, that you find out that that person actually likes you and has refused to say anything before because they ‘didn’t want to spoil the friendship’, but since my ‘flirty message’ has been sent they have now decided to tell you.
So then it is you that is left looking like a mug as you pop smoke on the whole situation because you know it is the right thing to do. Once again – Nice guy rules and regulations.
Then again, you could send a flirty text and then immediately get smacked with ‘have you been drinking hun?’ hahah that was a good one. Good effort mate, you’ve been rumbled.

Texting is a really bad way to talk to people. You can’t show sarcasm, as people read it literally and take offence unless the message is covered in lol’s, haha’s and smileys. Even then it is not guaranteed. It is, however, very easy to escape awkward chat and topics of conversation.
You can’t, well you can but probably shouldn’t, text the way you talk. Example to follow. I call girls – babe. Don’t know why, just habit. ‘Hello babe’, ‘Yeah laters babe’ etc. This is a mini minefield in itself. Some girls would read that and be like, babe? Huh? What does it mean? I’ll tell you what… NOTHING. Jeez. Ooo, ooo, ooo! I got another one. xx.
That’s right, the text kiss. xx. This is a fucking nightmare. Imagine you are talking to someone face to face, but after each person finishes saying what they wanted to say, then kissed the person they were talking to. That would be ace, providing it was the conversation about ‘seeing where this goes’ haha you’re in! But seriously you must not read into the xx’s too much (and I’m not talking of the band, ’cause they are damn good). If you are a serial xx’er, like me, then maintain the xx’s or x or your own habit of text kiss. You have to maintain it on every single message forever to an individual. The second that you drop one x off, or don’t add them altogether, the other person immediately thinks that you hate them and is now logging on to facebook to take you off their friend list haha. Hmmmm the Pros and Cons of the mighty text, check it twice and if all else fails – just ring ‘em.

So what have we dabbled in tonight? Texting, flirting when you don’t realise you are doing it and a little bit of stereotyping. I might tidy this up at a later date, it is all over the place, but for now…

Laters.
Conn. ^_^

Red Hair FTW (Hayley Williams)

What is is with girls having Red/Orange Hair? The term ‘Red’ hair covers the whole ginger thing, which is fine too.
The fact is, in my eyes, that a girl can be just ‘alright looking’ but when she chucks some Red (actual red like), ‘Red’ (ginger TBH) or actually orange (Hayley ‘RIOT’ stuff) she is transformed into the best looking girl I can currently see in my frame of vision. Even if the girls’ hair colour is their own natural ‘Red’ – it’s hot. Yum!

It’s pretty much 1100, I’ve been awake for a few hours now and have yet to leave my bed. I’ve just been roaming the internet for new Desktop Wallpapers. The search started with hunts for smart/simple HD imagery but once my own wallpaper (Rant Pic) appeared with a misplaced mouse movement, I could search for nothing else than Alternative/Emo girls with Red Hair (actual Red mostly).
My search found me wanting to buy every poster in the Front MagShop. It then led me to random Google searches of ‘Emo Girls Red Wallpaper’, ‘Alternative Girls Red Hair’, ‘Emily from Skins’, ‘Kathryn Prescott’ and progressed to ‘Hayley Williams’ again. There were some good outcomes, try it yourself lol.

So I then had a little pause, thinking of girls I knew with ‘Red’ Hair. There are a few, but not enough. However, I have had my input into getting a couple to get ‘Red’ Hair. Skill.

Note to blokes – If we can all manage to convince just one girl to change thier hair colour to one of the above mentioned… image how much more sexy your workplace would look, or how town would look sooo much more inviting. I’d do the weekly food shop if TESCO was stocked up with Red Haired womens…
Note to womens – Get an alternative look about you, not too OTT (or you look like you just need to grow up)… then add chemicals to your head that turn your hair Red/’Red’/Orange. BOOM instant sexyness! Fact.

I’m off to watch some footy. Place your bets.

Laters.
Conn. ^_^

Jaffas

Well, to be honest I wasn’t really looking forward to this leave, same as the last load of time off. The usual stuff that happens (i.e. Fuck All) and I get down about it – as I realise that my life isn’t at home anymore. Don’t get me wrong, I love seeing my family and the couple close friends that I have down here but overall, I’d rather just stay in Wales.

It is times like this, when I sit home alone on Christmas Day stuffing Jaffa Cakes down my grid, that I realise that: I could have saved alot of miles on the motor and a few days off I could have used for escaping mondays etc. Oh well, I only have to put up with this turd for a couple more days then it’s time to explore Canada. That is literally what I plan on doing.

I’m looking forward to coming back afterwards, as much as I am going over there. The thought of getting back to work is actually exciting. Having something to do. People wonder why I volunteer to do some of the things I do… there is your answer. Being bored!

I have realised lots this year…
Don’t do what you think is the right thing, until you have thought about it 73 times across a 4 week period, then you won’t fuck up everything else.
I have also learnt some things about myself this year. I need to put myself first loads more than what I feel I have been. I see now that I am all I have to put up with on a day to day basis. It is easy to fob everything and everyone off, I’ll be doing that a little more.
I finished my little ‘holiday’ this year in September and came back with the thought of sorting things out with some people. But after a couple further realisations, I changed my mind and thought ‘Fuck It’. With regards to one person, I have realised that I have done pretty much nothing wrong and that person is probably unwell in the head. I’m sorry that your family have to put up with you.
As for the next collective, I really did want to sort things out with you guys. One of you, I wish things could be different but you find it hard to let go, I can see why – I mean; look at me. Haha only joking, hope you’re ok. The others, I would love to sort things out with you but it would evolve to nothing in time anyway. I feel that regardless of what I say now, it will be pointless. Oh well, I wish you the very best in 2011 as you are great people. Thank you for all what you did to make things work when they were working.
There are people down this way which I have given up on. This years’ events have made your colours come out in very bright mixes of black and puke. There has been quite the cull on my phone, you know when you get that next message from me that says ‘Sorry who is this?’ – bingo.

So it is no longer Christmas, glad that is over. It has gone midnight. Take down the lights and stop with the bollocks attempts of some people trying to give a shite.

This is what I have needed today, a good old Moan about things. I needed to give it a title anyway, other than just Blog. I know… Blog / Rant. Simples.

Oi Redhead, what’s this about interest eh? Cheeky.

Well that’ll do for now, need to get the other Gallery sorted. Stupid thumbnails.

Laters.
Conn. ^_^