Greetings

So, I've never quite understood to attraction to (or even the point of) writing a blog. Or reading one. But it seems near enough everyone else is doing it, so yeah. This is my blog. I can't promise it'll be funny. I can't promise it'll be entertaining. I can't promise there'll be anything of any interest to anyone. However, I'll probably go along with this for a month or so and either forget about it or just stop being arsed about it.

Anyway, I suppose I should tell you a bit about myself. I'm quite a secretive person. That's about it, really. Nah. We'll start with the boring stuff. My name's Mike, I hail from Bolton, dubbed "the arsehole of the universe." by Raymond Domenech (Bolton, that is... not me). All I can say is he's clearly not been to Blackrod. And he's French. But I digress. I like to think myself as quite funny (nowt special, but funnier than most people I know), however most of my amusing comments are too clever for most people, and I just get blank stares. I try to select the level of intelligence for different audiences, but meh. It's their loss. When I'm not at sixth form (where I pretend to pay attention in PE, Philosophy and Ethics and English Language), I'm usually at home, actually. I like to think I split my time evenly working/studying and doing nowt particularly. But I lie to myself. It's more 10% working and 90% doing sod all.

I'm currently between jobs. I used to work at Pizza Hut (I use the term "work" very loosely, in the 11 months I was there, I was getting like 4 hours a week for 6 months). I quit cos it made me miserable. I can't seem to get a job now because nobody's hiring because of the credit crunch, which kicked in about a month after I quit. A decision I'm slightly regretting. Ah well... c'est la vie.

I used to enjoy playing 5 a side football, but we have since stopped. I stopped enjoying it towards the end, though. I used to enjoy watching Bolton, but a combination of me beginning to care less about stuff and the fact that 80% of Bolton fans I encounter seem to be morons, means I now don't enjoy it much. As for other past times and interests, I don't really have any. I live an extremely exciting life, don't I?

I'm not much of a conversationalist. I'm usually the one who just listens and chirps in whenever someone makes a foolish statement. Which is frequent, to be fair. If I'm not doing that, I'm, sat in the corner sharpening my metaphorical knife (no, not that, you sick bastard). Not surprisingly, I'm not a terribly sociable person. I could happily go a year with no outside human contact, I only actually enjoy the company of about 4 people.

I'm supposed to be going to university in September to study law. However, a combination of me not being able to be arsed going, and me not being arsed about my A Levels, leads me to believe I may not go. One thing's for sure, I can't wait until the end of sixth form. I hate the place, and I despise most of the people there. 50% of them only get their vocabulary from whatever phrase it is people are using at that time. As I say, morons.


So yeah, that's me. I like to think of myself as God's way of making everyone else happier about their lives. I'm an atheist, but still.

Peace out.