They say that no one likes change, I for one totally disagree.

After a crazy few weeks again using the excuse of having no time to post here I have once again promised myself I will be more productive with my days, this has been halted over the last week due to my weakness of having no Xbox games (see earlier post) and the purchase of FIFA 12 (which for the record is fantastic)

So as for the title of this post, I have enrolled with the national extension college to do 3A levels. I will soon be receiving my first pieces of work, I am both excited and nervous but know this is something I should of done 6 years ago.

It is also essential if I wish to go on and study primary education at university with the view to eventually getting QTS (qualified teaching status) and being able to teach special educational needs.

As I finish this I realise I'm more excited than nervous and am all happy and fuzzy inside although this may have been caused by the sight of the popadoms arriving in front of me and the general smell of tamatanga the best restaurant in Nottingham. Very excited for my lunch.

Now playing - blacklisted - wish

Old Guards, New Methods

Standing against the odds to take back what they took.
Some fight with stones, some fight with guns.
But instead I choose to fight with my pen and my notebook.
Nothing for the ninth ward, just more of the same.
Wealthy wolves smell the blood of opportunity.
Send in the sheep to develop a New Orleans.
A new twist for an old division game.

New wars. New kings.
The pigs came here to take everything.
No wars. No kings.
We gotta stop the blood-letting.

What about the overcrowded projects where desperation calls?
What about the lack of education and the lack of love?
But most of all: what about the innocent in rooms with bars and
three walls? Can you tell me, where is the justice in Philly for
MOVE and Mr. Jamal?

New wars. New kings.
The pigs came here to take everything.
No wars. No kings.
We gotta stop the blood-letting.

I've read about people found without the copper tokens around their necks
whose hands you cut off and left bleeding to death.
I've read about Hampton's murder by the state while he slept.
Our lives are all on trial and you still remain the "judge"
While the Injustice machine stays greased up with innocent blood.

No war

Elbow - One Day Like This

Drinking in the morning sun
Blinking in the morning sun
Shaking off the heavy one
Heavy like a loaded gun

What made me behave that way?
Using words I never say
I can only think it must be love
Oh, anyway, it's looking like a beautiful day

Someone tell me how I feel
It's silly wrong but vivid right
Oh, kiss me like the final meal
Yeah, kiss me like we die tonight

Cause holy cow, I love your eyes
And only now I see the light
Yeah, lying with me half awake
Oh, anyway, it's looking like a beautiful day

When my face is chamois-creased
If you think I'll wink, I did
Laugh politely at repeats
Yeah, kiss me when my lips are thin

Cause holy cow, I love your eyes
And only now I see you like
Yeah, lying with me half awake
Stumbling over what to say
Well, anyway, it's looking like a beautiful day

Throw those curtains wide!
One day like this a year'd you see me right
Throw those curtains wide!
One day like this a year'd we'll sing it right

The Mad Methods

Described as "Unconvetional fitness" www.mymadmethods.com is arguably the best site I've been linked to in months.

Having recently struggled to motivate myself to go to the gym with other stuff that has been going on, I had started to feel like all the early effort was completely wasted, so I decided on Thursday night i would get up early and go to the gym Friday morning, Obviously i set my alarm for 8am, it went off, I pressed snooze several times before going back to sleep until 11.

Not the ideal start to the day I had planned, when i eventually did wake I checked the usual social networking sites to find a friend had posted a video from the "My Mad Methods" site entitled "No Equipment, No Excuse" and was a short excerice program for home using your entire body weight.

After semi-completing the program I questioned myself as to how I got out of the habbit of going to the gym? As i love that aching feeling you instantly feel and how much better about myself I feel. With such a busy weekend planned I knew I wouldn't be able to get back to the gym but today being Monday a new start (read that as re-start) is upon me and I will be at the gym before football tonight.

The Past Was Your's But The Futures Mine

5 Days since a post, not as good at all this as I had perhaps hoped to be. Even worse its been the same 5 days since I was in the gym and I have returned to all my old habits of lazing around the house watching films and only leaving to go to a pub or bar with the boys for a few beers. With no motivation towards life and I’ve been feeling like the “Old me” the person I don’t want to be anymore.

Today I woke up knowing I was always going to have a good day, Work followed by seeing “Kids In Glass Houses” & my good friends in “Save Your Breath” (Both great bands worth listening too) at Rock City, The question was what do I do tomorrow??

As normal when I got out of bed this morning the first thing I did was put on iTunes and click on the first artist, push the shuffle button and click next, the first song to play was The Stone Roses – She Bangs The Drums and I have always loved that band/song and one part stuck out more than usual today and its a big middle finger to the “old me”

Kiss me where the sun don’t shine
The past was yours
But the future’s mine
You’re all out of time

So to answer the earlier question, tomorrow I will be going to the gym at the crack of dawn, ringing the “Becoming a Teacher” helpline to find out where my best route into teaching special needs starts, I will be going out tomorrow night and drinking tap water and won’t be touching alcohol until the new year (He says hopefully)

Now Playing – The Stone Roses – She Bangs The Drums

Crush Of The Day #8

Always my faveourite in Friends and Horrible Bosses left me twitching in my seat.

Dying In New Brunswick

You told me on your birthday all the things that this place had done to you.
And in the streets you walk.
You hide your face because they don't believe that it's true.
They say it doesn't happen that often.
But it's happening right now.

I'm writing you this letter to let you know I'm not alright.
And in this city the streets are paved with hate
And you cry yourself to sleep tonight.
And say "no, there aren't enough love songs in the sky."
You counted down the days till you could say "Bye-bye, city, bye-bye"
You're walking down on Union
You see the roads and know they're apart of you.

They say it doesn't happen that often
But it's happening right now.

I'm writing you a second time.
To let you know nothing here has changed.
The streets are still paved with hate.
So you can cry yourself to sleep tonight.

Will you look back on this night
As the day that ruined your life.
Will you look back on these city streets and say,
"Oh, God, where are you?"
In these city streets I hide my face.
I turn away when you look at me
And every night when I try and sleep.
I feel your hands all over my body.

You stripped away the street signs and shot out all the stop lights.
If you smashed away all the building what would you have left?

Thursday will always be one of my all time faveourite bands