Oh my word, got hit by a car!

Looking back, I see my last proper blog before the one I wrote yesterday was written in June. That's kinda depressing... so, I thought I'd write little blogs every now and again... even if they're filled with crap! I realise that some of you actually read crap if it has an interesting title.
Now, before you realise that I didn't ACTUALLY get hit by a car and therefore this blog will be boring-beyond-belief, please read it anyway. :)
I also realised, looking back, that my "plea for comments" blog (a couple blogsback), actually worked! I recieved 5 comments, I think? I'm not counting my one. Because, I'm sort of denying the fact that i was sad enough to comment on my own blog. Anyway, as my average comment rate is 0.3 comments per blog*, I was very happy with this increase which boosted my average to 0.5 c/b*.
Anyway, enough of randomness, I guess I just wanted to thank all of you that did comment on my boring needy blog. Your love and attention is what keeps me going. On second thoughts, maybe not. After I realised you all read my blogs I was satisfied and didn't feel the need to write another one after... for 2-3 months. Great.
I'm currently listening to the wonderful sound of my brother's birds fill the house. An inconsistant sequence of squeaks. They're a couple of zebra finches that we're, sadly, trying to get rid of. Interested?
Daniel, if you're reading this, please understand that I don't WANT to get rid of your birds... just that mom doesn't think I'll be able to take care of them and doesn't want to have to clean up after them all the time. I'm slowly coming to the realisation that, in my care, they will probably die... just like Napoleon**.

Thankyou for reading, and if you're dying to know what those stars are for***, then here is your chance.



*I haven't actually worked out the comments per blog thing... I'm not that sad. Having said that, I'll probably do so now (just out of curiosity).
**Nappy is my old dwarf hamster who died after I forgot about his existence for a while. A death I do not like to think of much.
***Weren't all that interesting were they?

14 hours.

At 2.30 pm (time in Egypt) on the 14th of September, 1990... I was born, in El Salam Hospital, Maadi, Cairo, Eypt. Which means that in roughly 14 hours, I'll be 19! How exciting, and what could mark a better comeback for me to the world of blogging. Having said that, I don't actually have anything more to say. So sorry. I wish I could gain inspiration.
Well, let's see. What's new? I've started going to art classes at Leith School of Art every wednesday night. Which has been awesome so far (only had one lesson). Greatly looking forward to the next lesson on Wednesday! My brother Simon has moved back to the family home... well, he's never lived in this particular house with us... but he's still moved back in! He's currently sleeping in the office, meaning that I will have to leave the room soon. So blame him for this shabby escuse for a blog. Actually, blame me... i can't really write.
Anyway, he's moved back in whilst, Daniel - the eldest of us three "Milligan Sons", has moved out... of the country. Probably for good, depending on whether or not he gets a job. We're all praying hard that he does get a job, so that he never comes back.

Only joking, so that he can be happy and earn lots of money to spend on tickets to Scotland for Christmas and other such lovely family times. I miss him, even though I never saw him all that much when he did live in Scotland. Feels weird that I can't go and see him... and weirder that I've not been able to drive him anywhere yet! Awful!
So, that's the family sittuation. My sittuation isn't much more interesting, i hat to say. Still working at Sainsbury's, full time. Still earning money and spending it again. Nothing special. I hope that I manage to find some direction in life soon. Even if it's unknowingly being pulled in by some force to one direction or the other. That force, hopefully being God, will be leading me in the RIGHT direction. The one that makes me happiest and possibly gives me some feeling of belonging. I'm really struggling with both at the moment. I'm happy enough for now, but still feel as though I don't belong. I feel guilty about everything I do and say in my daily life... which probably means I'm not living the best one. Anyway, I'll try not to get too depressed.

To end on a HIGH note... umm... Simon's home!! Waaay!... hmm... yeah...

I know you're watching me

Ok people, I'm sick of this whole "I'm going to read what this loser has to say and then I'm not going to comment" malarky (sp?). I have a "places in the world your blog is read" thing and I know you're there... I know. And don't give me any of this, "I found your page when I was just skipping through the internet and didn't stay on it". You must've read SOMETHING!!

Ok, really this is all just a plea for comments. Sorry... please comment??

Get inside me

Not sure what I'm going to call this entry. Will, no doubt, have thought of something by the end 0f writing what i was going to write.
Ok. I really don't know what I'm going to write. I guess a good way to start would be by thinking over what I've done today. That might kick off a chain of thoughts that might actually then LEAD somewhere! Unlike what I'm writing right now. Please, bear with me.
AHH! Getting annoyed at pop-ups on my computer.
So, today I got up. Then I went to have a shower, then I had breakfast. Then I went to work, I set the time on my mobile like 8-9 minutes later than the real time in a vain attempt to get to work on time/earlier. Never works, I always seem to get there smack on time or one or two minutes late. This is usually because I know that my clock is late so I just subtract 8-9 minutes, which i round off to 10 minutes. This means that i leave on time or after... usually after, because I tend to think about leaving and putting my shoes on when I need to be out the door. So, that's my morning. Exciting, isn't it?
When I got to work I returned the deli ticket I seemed to have stolen last night. At work I stuff things into my pockets when I'm working, including deli tickets and things. Then i don't notice that I have these things until I get home and stick my hands into my pockets after a long day at work. My thoughts are something like, "Ahhh, sooo good to finally be home... hmm, wonder what's... ahhhhh crap, not again!!" Yeah... that sounded funnier in my head, then I typed it and realised how unfunny I am. Speaking of unfunny, I was walking home for lunch (or at the end of the day - can't remember) when I started doing a stand-up comedy act in my head. Then I started talking to myself. "OOh, you're not even funny... seriously, I'm never gonna be a comedian... stop talking to yourself loser. Ok. No STOP! Yeah, ok... stopping NOW.
Who am I kidding, I'm not gonna stop talking to myself by telling myself not to talk to myself!!" Yeah, again... funnier in my head. So yeah, these are the kinds of things that go on in my head. Don't you wish you were in there all the time? Really, you don't. You're like, "Yeah, I know... who would want to be???" I'm all like reassuring you that you don't want to be when you already know you don't. Ok, I'll shut up. SOOOO.
I also have JD moments (JD as in Turk's best friend in Scrubs - if you don't watch it, leave... now. No don't! I need you to read me!) "read me"??? what the...??? Anyway, I have JD moments, you know, the ones where he looks up and imagines something absurd. Well, I've gone from imagining everyone at the deli bursting into song to imagining conversations with people who aren't even there at the moment. Like I'd imagine an argument with someone I'm not even mad at. And I'd always win... ALWAYS. Because that never happens in real life.
Yeah, it's "listen-to-crap-mainstream-music-that-I-like-for-some-reason" time!! Sexy Back - Justin Timberlake. I'm so so SO sorry.



"I'm bringing sexy back,
you mother fu.." oooh, time for me to leave..

How rude!

Ok, I forgot another thing that makes me mad at Sainsbury's.
This is how rude some customers are. They just point at something and grunt out, "Gees one o' them" I'm just thinking, is it that hard to ask politely? Seriously, it's hard enough to not want to kill yourself when you're working behind a deli counter all day WITHOUT someone coming along and just not caring. Acting as if I'm their slave... sure, I do get paid to serve them but... but... GRRR!!!!
Ahh, just makes me annoyed at how everyone is being brought up these days. I can just imagine their parents being all like, "Gees that!" when there kid brings home a letter from their teacher telling the parent how well they've (the kid's) done in school. Then, when they see it's something good they just grunt and scratch their bum and continue watching tv. However, if it's something bad, which is most likely the case, the parent will scream and rant. Stuff just doesn't get through to kids if you only talk to them when they've done something wrong.
More annoying than that, however, is parents who don't give a crap about their kids either way! I remember seeing a woman in Sainsbury's with her kid and the kids running about the place yelling and screaming and causing general havoc, not to mention making me slam my face against a wall several times over. And all that this lady does is say, whilst looking at items on the shelves, "Stop it now... just come and stand beside mummy..." with a really lame escuse for an authoritive voice, and she doesn't even look at the stupid kid!!! AHHH!!!
Ok. This was just meant to be an addition to the last blog but it's kinda turned into another full-out rant. Sorry.

"two slice-es!"

Ok, just a quick ranting blog before I have to go back to work.
I realised, working at Sainsbury's, that people can be very annoying.
Maybe it's just because I get annoyed easilly, in fact, it IS because I get annoyed easilly.
ANYWAY, quick. I've discovered that there are a number of ways in which someone can annoy me:

1. People sometimes as me for two or more slices but what they say is, "Could I have 3 slice please." Slice. Not SLICES... apparantly 3 is now 1. Oooh, and they also sometimes don't say slices at all, "Could I get 4 bits of ham." Ok! How would you like those bits??? chopped up into little cubes and shoved in you mouth I suppose. Grrr!!! Yeah, I'm being quick.

2. Old people. Yes, there is always going to be a rant about old people. Just because they can't hear properly they assume no one else can. The amount of times they say "2 slices!", in my head I start thinking... sorry, you've confused me... you've said that 5 times, does that mean you want 10??? I CAN HEAR YOU. It's probably not their fault, because they're deaf they can't hear me repeating the order back to them.

3. Ok, old people fall under this category alot, but aren't the only culprits. People thinking they know better than you. "Shouldn't you slice it like this"; "Doesn't that go in the slicer?" "Isn't it 89 pence per quarter?" Noooo, I am trained on how to slice things... that does not go in the slicer, I know what I'm doing! No, if you read the ticket properly it says 89 pence per 100g!! A quarter is over 100 grams!!!!!

Ok, I have to go back to work now... *twitch, twitch*

Add a little colour to the obsession

Ok, I'm writing another blog... reasonably soon after my previous one! That's something new!

Anyway, as you can see, I have finally added a new heading (^^look up there^^). I should probably start to add a little colour to my blog page headings, i know... but can I really be bothered???? No.

Ok, now for the obsession part. I have recently become obsessed with a vlogger on YouTube called Natalie Tran. Her channel on YouTube, communitychannel, is pretty much filled with awesomeness (as is Natalie herself). Many friends know I am obsessed with her as I have even introduced others to her as my future wife. I just pray she doesn't read this... and to all those people, I was joking. I don't think she'll ever even meat me let alone become my wife.
Anyway, So that's my obsession. Now, I'm quite annoyed at my inability to make vlogs. They seem to be watched alot more than blogs are read. I wouldn't mind having a mini-fanbase, let's be honest... not many people would mind. Hehe... *nervous laughter*

I really don't know where I'm going with this. Bye....