Pretty tired, should try to go to bed soon.  Pretty late night, we were still in Ali's parents hot-tub at 3am last night.  Such a glorious hot tub, but getting from the warm water into the house through the cold whilst wearing wet shorts was the coldest I've been in a long time.  Getting out there was bad, my feet were numb by the time I got to the hot tub, just in time for me to melt them in the steaming hot water, which hurt.  But going back, dashing through the dark in rapidly freezing shorts with icy water tricklin down your bare skin.  Ouch.  But it was so worth it. 

So Christmas is fast aproaching.  Went shoping today for a few last minute things.  Good God I hate people.  Really.  A lot.  It was a day of hat down over m eyes and headphones in; just cruising along in my little world of warmth, safe from the cold and the horrible puny-brained meat CHILDREN!!!...   ...breathe...

Filthy Humans.

Aaanyway, on a lighter note, Mum accidentally ordered a turkey over twice as big as we need.  So It'll be cold turkey and chips for dinner untill I'm forty five.  Woohoo!

Fucking Christmas.  I have a bizzarre love hate relationship with it.  I love the family, and the exchange of gifts, but I hate the comercialism.  Really really hate.  There is a fine line between enjoying gift giving and being a capitalist whore, but I'm living here and broadcasting my condescending hate.  I hate the idea that people feel entitled to presents.  I hate the idea that people fell they must spend X amount of money. I hate the way MArk does it, he went to plymouth with his mum so she could show him what to buy.  That's not a gift, that is directly equivelent to giving your mum money for christmas.  Which is fucking stupid, because she already has far more money than you, so it's pointless.  Gifts are about trying to find something that will please a person, it's not supposed to be about money.  I'm not saying it's bad to give people a vuage idea of what you want, but it's supposed to be special, not just another financial transaction.  What's worse is companies, and their bastardly systematic abuse of your feelings, but that's a rant for another time.  Personally I've been trying to dissasociate all the cool things about winter from the Christmas bundle, so mostly I've been happy about winter, and I play to stay happy about winter for the next couple of months.  So whilst you bastards are all sad that Christmas is over for another year, I'm gonna be out there in the frost enjoying the cold. 

Sitting on a bus today and I glance out of the window to see a random filth child.  It's freezing cold, hat and glove weather, and yet she still has her top unzipped enough to show her cleavage.  WTF?!  Bah.  Filthy human meat puppets. 

Now we all know I hate chavs, it's part of my unique charm, but one of the worst things about chavdom?  The normal people.  They are getting more chavy.  You see it all over.  Otherwise normal people gravitating towards chav fasions.  I don't get fasion at the best of times, but who the hell wants to look more like a petty criminal with far to little grey matter, a magpy-like facination with tacky shiney things and no concept of individuality.  In the decades to come, will all humanity gravitate towards the lowest common denominator in a last ditch attempt to destroy the human race?  Are we all to change from the glorious multinational breakfast buffet of individuality into a grand trough of porridge.  Admittedly porrige with lots of tacky shiny things, but monotinous unthinking mass produced porridge non the less. 

Stand up for individuality.  Have the courage to express yourself in any way you see fit, do not become another human meat clone.  Be brave enough to be a fucking fruit salad in this world of beige cereal dominated breakfast metafore.

This has been a message of Christmas Cheer from you're friendly neihbourhood sociopath.

Damn You All and a Happy New Year.

Another thing, I resent being taken for granted. At home I have a tendency to fluctuate between days of nothing to do and so busy I don't have time to sleep. Of course my parents see a lot of me doing nothing, and don't see me when I'm busy. The last two days are point in case. Yesterday I had a very busy day booked up (although as well ye know faithful readers, it didn't go to plan), so I was mildy put out to see a note on the kitchen worksurface telling me I had to buy milk and sausages today. Ok, no hassel, I'm sure I can work that into my busy schedule, then in the evening (like 1 am) dad came and told me that tommorow (today) I was going to tae the server and box it up so he could post it. I don't mind working on his computers, fairs far, I've got some good upgrades from hi for free, but I'd at least like to be asked not told. I warned him I was going ot be busy today although I wasn't sure how busy yet, but he said not to worry he'd wake me up early. Hah fucking Hah. Now this afternoon I've been acosted for not emptying the dishwasher. Yes, I could have made time to do it if I'd noticed it needed doing, but I hadn't. I pointed out that it wouldn't even have run yet if I hadn't seen it was full last night and done the stuff and made it run, then I wondered off to my room without bothering to pitch in and help empty it. Non confrontational making of point has earned me a bit of leniency and a cup of tea. It was worth it for the Tea.

Goddamn people. I was out being a man about town and so forth and descided to drive along the seafront on such a pleasent day. I was struck by the bizarre duality of it. On one hand the beauty of the sea, on a good but not too hot day, with a gentle sea breeze, and the calming noise of the waves washing upon the beach. On the other hand, the beach and road that runs along behind it was littered with human filth. A thousand dirty grockles spread out across the beac, with whiney children, crying babies and far to much exposed flab. They drop their food and litter all over the beach, turn our roads into traffic jams full of petrol fumes from oversized camper vans, and generally turn what should be the nicest time to be in Exmouth into a time when I avoid going out. I am truely blessed that I can enjoy the sea from the other side of the tideline (actually on the sea, or under it), a place that is almost entirely devoid of grockles. Sailing along the great long seafront makes you very thankful that you can enjoy the sea away from the beach, packed with people like they were sardines.

With luck I hope to live down in Devon later in my life, but I hope not to live in Exmouth. I'd rather be somewhere like Sidmouth, which is just as pretty but with a nicer atmosphere and less tourists. Hopefully somewhere even quieter.

Actually, I think I'll buy a small island or patch of coastline, privatise it, built some eco-friendly houses and only let nice people live there. It will be a miniature Sanctuary, where we can be safe from the humans who wish to persecute us for being mutants... wait, I mean safe from grockles who wish to abuse the coast for a few weeks then fuck off and leave their litter behind for others to deal with. So who's with me?

What's that? I've got mail? From CumSee? And the subject is "Massive Dick Action"? Oh joy!!! SINCE WHEN IS THAT NOT JUNK YOU PIECE OF SHIT SO CALLED JUNK FILTER?!?!?!

Woot, after a bit of confused clickery, I have a friend (well done with exam results). I feel so loved! I supose etiquiet demands that I should dig out all the people I know who use this thing and go "friend" (dirty dirty dirty phrases) them first. But I can't be arsed. Maybe later. In the mean time, come worship and pay tribute to the digital avatar of your idol! Maybe I should post that in a place where people who aren't already here venerating me can see it.

My current mood, a sort of over-excited feeling of deityhood, being a mood I frequent, is woefully unreprisented in the list of possible moods. Is it for Live Journal to descide the limit of human emotion? I think not! I demant freedom of expression, I demand limitless moods! Rise up my loyal, er, suject, (note: aquire more subjects under the pretence of friendship) and fight for my rights!