No, I refuse. I don't have a cat....

Hello.

I haven't blogged in awhile, so i thought i might.

So. Here I go.


Don't you hate those spam things that say things like "OMG GET THIS! THIS IS SO TRU!!!OMG!!! READ THIS MESSAGE AND FORWARD IT A MILLION TIMES BEFORE MIDNIGHT AND YOU WILL SEE YOUR CRUSH'S NAME ON THE SCREEN! IF YOU DON'T, THEN YOUR CAT WILL SHAG NEXT DOOR'S DOG AND MYSTERIOUSLY DIE!! SOOOO WEIRD! DO IT! OMG!"

Sort of thing. And then there's the people who beleive that it'll come true! I tried one that at the end you had to press F6. My computer died. It was a Trojan Horse (I think...). But now I saw how stupid I was to trust that stupid spam junk thing. How is your fucking computer going to work out your crush's name just because you reposted something a few times!?!?! AND WHAT HAPPENS IF YOU DON'T HAVE A FUCKING CRUSH!!!?!?!?!?!?!??????


AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH!

Sorry about that. But it is true. Oh and don't bother reposting those spam things if you see them ever again. Your cat isn't going to die. Stop caring about your cat. Your cat ISN'T GOING TO DIE!!! YOU DON'T HAVE A FUCKING CAT!!!!


That's all for now,

Angry as ever,
Iwan (:

AAAARGH!!! SOO BOOOOOORED!!!

Hello,

I've not got a lot to rant about today, so I wont.

Quite frankly, I'm really disgusted with people who just KEEEEP ON RANTING!!! I just find it a bit tedious and annoying. And to tell you the truth, I could do with eatring a steak this very second!!!!!!!!AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH!!!!!!!!!

No, I'm not drunk, I just don't have anything decent to do. That doesn't include the following:

Blogging,
Internet Gaming,
Flute Practice,
Homework,
Killing Spree.

These are all boring.


SO THERE.

Afternoon'

Iwan (:

I didn't know pigs were allowed to teach...

Holy Moly! I Haven't blogged in AAAAGES now!

So here I am, blogging.

Erm, there isn't really much to blogg about...except, Miss Piggy has started teaching!!!! Now if you're sad enough to read this even if you don't know me, then I suppose I should explain who Miss Piggy is. No, it isn't that qute little puppet. It's the hideously fat and ugly teacher that teaches music in my school. To my knowlage, she has never(I stress the word never) taught anybody in her whole entire life.

O:

But all of a sudden, she's started teaching people. Including year 11(Moi.)!!! Now, that may be just a coincidence, but a very large number of pupils have complained to heads of years, and even the headteacher(we have a new head now, btw.) that she's shit, and possibly one of the largest complaints came from me. I wrote down 43 quotes and read them to the headmaster, who in turn shut me up, because I could have gone on for another 29 quotes(he got the picture.).

So, rejoice! The Piggy teaches!!!


Lots of love and kisses and punches and kicks and shotgun wounds,

Iwan (:

Reply to Ryan's Blog. What *I* would if I were in charge.

I'm just replying to Ryan's blogg, which was extremely good, if I may say so.

Now here's a list of things that I would do if I were in charge.


*I'd line up all members of the BNP against a wall and castrate them as slowly and as painfully as possible. And for the women.... Why not think of an extremely cruel tortue and comment me? I'd be happy to take your suggestions.

*I'd do one better than Ryan. I'd ban McDonald's alltogether from making profit. They can make JUST enough to live, and to pay their workers and make food, to the best standards possible. The rest of the money will go to destroying world poverty.

*I'd ban women from walking around in Wales in only a bikini, and men without tops. This is not because I'm asexual, because I'm not, but the mere fact that they walk around WALES in almost nothing never ceases to amaze me.

*I agree with Ryan on the political correctness, the newspapers, Wales being it's own country, a ban on smoking and of course the assaination of Mr Blobby.

*I'd stop all the fat-cat bosses from making billions in profit without paying tax- there's £24 BILLION owed to our government in tax by big buisnesses. And they complain that the NHS is in £1 million pounds of debt!

*And there's the other thing. The NHS shouldn't actually be in debt. It's actually a state owned thing so therefore, it can't possibly be in debt. No, seriously. It can't, it's impossible.

*And before I start ranting on, Sarah Palin, and all peopple who agree with her that global warming is not man-made will be painfully shot in their penises or vaginas, and left on the side of a crubling ice shelf(after being tied down, so they cant escape.). Not man made eh? She's going.. going.. CRASH!!!!!! Gone.

*And last but not least, all music teachers who have not bothered to teach for aaaaages (Miss Piggy included) will be personally decapitated by me. Very slowly. With a spoon. (Actually, this is for the benifit of all future children, especially those who will be taught be the Piggynatoooor!)

And in about a month's time i will add to this list of stuff.

Unless I forget. Which i probably will.

Bugger.

That's all for now,

Iwann.

(I have two "n"'s in my name now (:) <---Argh! WEIRD SMILEY!!!!!!

Bye.

Properly now.

Bye,
Iwan (:

I feel Guilty. But perhaps not in a bad way.

Hi, I was thinking last night about some things, and suddenly I decided that life was unfair. Yeah, i said to myself, " You know, life is really unfair. It's so hard and painfull. Why?".

But then I went outside at 11:47. There was much cloudyness, but for a few minutes, just a few, a part of sky above my head was clear. Clear as a.... window. And you know what I could see? I saw above. Yeah, above. And I actually started to cry, because a few minutes ago I was asking myself why life was so hard, and here in my garden I saw something that I didn't see a few minutes ago. Above.

It was amazing. Not just because I could actually see the sky, but because I could see what was beond the sky. Beond the atmosphere. Space. Everything.

I did a bit of research a few minutes ago, trying to find some stuff out about the night sky. And my, oh my did I find some amazing things. It made me feel so small. Did you know, that some of the stars we can see are actually stars that have died? And died for a very long time. But our universe is so huge that the final light from that Solar System hasn't actually reached ours yet. It just keeps on coming. Because we're that far away. And guess what? The furthest star we can see is actually in OUR galaxy. That means It's in The Milky Way. Now, I'm not trying to make this complicated, but here are some numbers.

Our galaxy is about 100,000 Light years across. A SINGLE light year consists of about 10 TRILLON kilometers. Now multiply 10 trillion with 100,000. That's the size of our GALAXY. Yes. Quite big, isn't it? And our universe is estimated to house roughly 200-400 BILLION galaxies. Deep.

And that's why I cried. I didn't know those exact numbers at the time, but I knew that the Universe is Bloody big,(Bloody deserves a capital "B" here) and that made me feel guilty. It made me feel as I was just a microscopic little spec in the eyes of everything, and that my life doesn't really matter in the grand old scheme of things. And I was complaining about how bad life is? You have roughly 1 in 20 million chance of being born for goodness sake! I'm lucky to be alive, not unlucky to be alive. So I'm going to treasure that. Exactly like I treasure my friends, family and the world around me. The less than perfect, but still amazing world that I live on.

If you've read all of that, I thank you, and I apoplogize for any spelling errors.

That all for now,

Iwan (:

Maths sucks.....But on a lighter note...

AAAARGH!!! MATHS SUUUUCKS!!!

Oh, hi by the way.
I had maths today, can you tell? We walked into the classroom and Miss Tomos (:S) said that we were going to do trigonometry today. My heart sank. And then she said that this trigonometry was going to be herder than normal trigonometry. ( I'm going to call it Trig from now on, ok?) My heart sank even more.

But then came the silly bit. She started teaching us about how somebody worked out this formula, and taught us about how we can work it out if we forgot the formula (which is stupid because it's at the beginning of the exam, thikie.). I wrote some of this down, but then got confused, and gave up. Then Miss T told us that we didn't actually need to know this and was just saying it so SOME people could understand it. You know the brainy people. Now, to me, that is a LITTLE bit annoying. As in- "Most of you won't understand this, but because 2 or 3 of you will, I'm going to waste half of the lesson explaining something compleatly ridiculous.".

Also, Scott and I(You know who you are Scott, give yourself a round of applause!) was amazed that some REALLY sad person decided one day to go to work and sit down in front of a tringle and work out how you can find out what the length of a side of a triangle is just by using the rest of the sides and the angle. (It's called the pythagoras theorem, Genius. He did manage it roughly 550B.C.)

But on a lighter note, I've got my piano lesson in 55 minutes. Happy, happy, happy.


And to finish off I found a joke on the web. Nice.

Jesus in a Bar
An Australian, an Irishman and a Newfie are in a bar. They're staring at another man. Suddenly the Irishman says, 'It's Jesus!' Sure enough,it is Jesus, nursing a pint. Thrilled, they send him over a pint Of Guinness, a pint of Fosters and a Bottle of Molson Canadian.

Jesus accepts the drinks, smiles over at the three men, and drinks the pints slowly, one after another.

After he's finished the drinks, Jesus approaches the trio.

He reaches for the hand of the Irishman and shakes it, thanking him for the Guinness. When he lets go, the Irishman gives a cry of amazement, 'My God! the arthritis I've had for 30 years is gone. It's a miracle!'

Jesus then shakes the Aussie's hand, thanking him for the lager. As he lets go, the man's eyes widen in shock. 'Strewth mate, the bad back I've had all my life is completely gone! It's a miracle.'

Jesus then approaches the Newfie who knocks over a chair and a table in trying to get away from the Son of God. 'What's wrong, my son?' asked Jesus.

The Newfie shouts, 'F*** off, I'm on workers compensation.'


Thanks for reading,

Iwan(:

What garlic is to food, insanity is to art.

Afternnon' young laddie/lassie.
Food with my second cousin and family was REEEEAAALLY nice, although they did overdo the garlic in the steak's sauce.I stunk afterwards. Oh well. I had a look in her brand spanking new Audi A5. 'Twas really nice. But i tell you what, I felt really sorry for her. She doesn't have any kids and her husband is about 30 years older that her. She's really fat as well, but that's just an afterthought.(:

By the way, I have noticed how you can't use smileys on Blogger, so that's a downside, but who cares, and actually, these ones- (: are actually way cuter. (:

I was watching some Barack Obama speeches recently, and I came across this one, wich shows how brilliant that guy really is. Not only has he compassion for his own family, but he's defending Sarah Palin's daughter! What a guy.




I want to point out that I'm interested in this kind of stuff, and I'm writing about it as it happens. If you don't understad me in any way, email me or CHECK IT OUT YOURSELVES!!!! (: Not trying to be mean.

That's all for now,

Iwan. (:

Nothing really to blogg about but I still am

Hi, I went to Ogmore today. That's all I've really got to say, axcept that I'm going to a restaraut with my family tonight, but I'll be home late so I'll have to blogg about it when I'm next on.

I must say though. Ogmore was lush. I threw a stone into the sea and a dog ran up to it and took it back out (:

WOOHOOO.

Right.

Thanks for reading.

Iwan (:

I'm ffed up.

As you have probably worked out from the title, I'm ffed up. Yes! Ffed Up!!!! That means that I'm not too happy, a bit miffed off or ever feeling a bit shit. It's not as if I'm an EMO or anything, but I'm just not really in a good mood. Which means I'm going to start ranting about something right abouuuuuuut......... NOW!!

Right, first of all, I want to start ranting about political correctness. Now don't get me wrong, I'm very happy with some of this, but sometimes it goes a LIIIITLE bit too far. For example, you're not allowed to sing " Ba Ba Black sheep" anymore, because it's racist. Now, sorry but the fact that black sheep exist is a good enough reason for me to sing about them. And, the fact that it's RACIST is just ridiculous! I mean if you destroy all evidence that there are black things on this planet, then aren't black people going to get a TEEENSIE bit annoyed? But that's just my understanding. And I'm a bit funny around these areas, (I understad laws of physics, not so much laws of Parliment....) and so I don't want to seem as if I take the feelings of others as granted, so write to me at my EMAAAAAAIL if you dissagree.

Now another rant that I'm going to go on is Useless and pointless words. Yes there are some. Actually, there are many. But I'm tooooo lazy to list them all here so here are a few examples. For example, there is the " Hotel invented" ... MINIBAR. Yes, it's pointless. And I'll tell you why. In fact the minibar is actually just a fridge with rather expencive peanuts and lager in it. Now as Mark Watson said, "If it was actually a Mini-Bar, then it would in reality have little, tiny people being sick outside, wouldn't you?". Thanks, Mark for that quote. Oh and you know just a second ago I said that I would show you a few examples. Well I'm not. That's all you're getting.

Something that I've just very recently become ffed up with is Bebo. It's getting ratherly boring by now, and I have to amuse myself when i go on it by feeding my internet animals and watching people's video boxes. HOW SAD. But I think it's all to do with the fact that NOBODY COMMENTS ANY MORE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Grrr. But who give's a flying mokey's feces? Not you or me. (Feces means Poop, by the waaay.)


Now, it's not as if i'm bored of ranting, and that I have nout more to say, beacuse I have,( I could go on for HOOOOOOOOOOOURS.) but I'm ending the blog here. I'm too lazy to carry on. So, Hwyl fawr and thanks for reading.

Iwan