What a brilliant brilliant game which I had not played for a while. How I love it so!

Also I have not updated because there is nothing to update. As such. Needless to say anything needing to be related has been related (or occurred to) the correct people.

Voice out.

Comes quickly. Far too quickly.

Fucking vista!

A different result. I witnessed my first incident at work today, I took a kick. It didn't hurt much but it was kind of disturbing to see a resident get angry like that for no reason.

I knew that at times the job would be hard and I would witness some less then fun stuff but it was still a bit of a shock.

I still love the job though.

In other news my three day independence has been alright, I've had three days of no one but me and my little sister in the house. Kind of nice I guess.

Oh and I had pie and chips for dinner from the fish and chip shop. On the way back to the car I passed a group of "Youths". One said hello to me and asked how I was doing.

How the hell am I supposed to respond to a random stranger asking me that?! We don't talk to people where I live. It's weird.

Never ever believe that people with behavioural problems are stupid. They are clever, some a lot cleverer then people I know, they just act differently.

Also need to look into my mood swings, I snapped last night for little to no reason and it is worrying.

Number 1-It's my sister's birthday

Number 2-Sarah is buried. Much better.

Number 3-Alice is not irritating me.

Number 4-Sammy seems happy.

Number 5:

Just finished my first proper shift. Starting at seven is hard, but the work itself is amazing. The house I am working in has very nice residents, the other staff in the house are lovely and the management, at least of my house, are brilliant. The whole thing really pleases me. This is what I got into the care sector for.

Brilliant.

Now my only problem is how to cheer up american lady.

I am still very nervous. I ended up doing first aid training today so I had little to no time with the residents. But I did meet all of them and they seem like lovely guys with mostly very stable behaviour. The other carers are easy to get along with.

Let's hope this good feeling lasts.

Really nerve racking. A good day really and the training was interesting even though today we only sat in a room talked, filled in forms and watched a stupid DVD but these things have to be done.

It'd be lying to say I'm not nervous. I am immensely nervous about tomorrow. I can only hope I am up to the challenge.

....doesn't work in the shower. Although it felt nice a lack of a mirror meant I took massive chunks out of my sideburns which I had tried to trim with scissors. They looked so foolish I had to shave them off and now I look five years old.

Damn it.

Tomorrow I begin training! Hurrah/oh blimey!

Which means I have to adapt my sleeping time back to normal. I went to bed at half five last night and woke at three thirty in the afternoon.

Curses to the american peoples for doing this to me!

My garry's mod skills are slowly improving!

I went for a bike ride today on Dad's other road bike and I hated it. There is so much wrong with road bikes to me. The gears were funny, they don't change with a good sudden whack and I can never tell what gear I'm in not to mention I seem to change at two gears at a time. The seating position is horrible and the brakes are not in a position where I feel I am able to grab them easily and they seem to have very little leniency. Then I just hate the general feeling of a road bike, it feels way too light and it's like riding on a knife edge. Sure you get performance for it but I prefer the sturdy and rugged feeling of a mountain bike.

Then there is the ride itself. I have to stick to the roads, most of which are surprisingly busy for country lanes and I am in perpetual fear some twat is going to knock me off the bike.
Plus I hate the feeling of having to really go really damned fast on the roads to tire myself out.

Yes I avoid getting muddy this way but I prefer getting tired by going slow on horribly hard muddy sections. There is something honest about mud, it's a sign when you get home and in the shower and you wash all that mud off you know you really went for it.

So I decided I'm never touching a road bike again.

Also someone is pissing me off. I will try not to kill them.

Today is a ultra brilliant day. Why?

Cause I do not care about the thing that was causing me such grief now! Hurrah!

I'm always fascinated when I open up my computer. To think, I helped build that! I even place the custom heat sink and fan myself! Amazing!

Ah xkcd. You never disappoint me.

Not zombie attacks. Not whether US female 1 will one day snap and kill me. No, big worry today is Sammy.

I need to figure out how to pick her up. Cheer her up. She's surrounded by good people at Uni, but how many actually know her? Declan has done good, undeniably, but things are now in a delicate stage and I fear he may make his move now.

But of course, I might just be cynical tosspot.

Is one of those games I seem to complain a lot about, yet still sink a lot of hours into it. Rather like Oblivion.

Yes, it was a terrible PC port and the stupid hacks only fix some of the problems. And Yes, I spent hours and hours figuring out how to do port forwarding. And yes, I spent hours learning how to use the stupid server system. But at the end of the day it's a fun game.

IF, you're in a good team and with mates. IF you are willing to ignore the irritating blandness of some of the early sections as it starts to get repetitive. And IF you are willing to ignore the useless storyline and badly written "Go here, do this" quests.

Put simply, it's a MMO. But a damned fun one.

Sometimes even I worry I am too cynical. Tonight's case example, whilst preparing dinner mum was watching a TV program following a river in Africa. The commentary was done by someone with a african accent. Totally cool.

EXCEPT, he had a accent that was really hackneyed and horrible and sounded like he was forcing it. You know the type of African accent used in adverts where they get the poor actor to make obvious mispronounciations and use incorrect words so they sound more African to lots of middle class twerps who think everyone in africa is all jolly and uses metaphors and says things like, "He dives like a rock in the big BIG sky!"

Then it occurred you have to be real cynical to even begin to think like that. Yay for cynicism!

Note: It is still a mostly awesome day.

WARNING! LOTS OF PICTURES AHEAD!

1.) Find a suitable dog to walk. You'd be surprised how many people get this wrong. For example, some take those horrible little rat type dogs for walks. This always fails cause they little rat dogs not only look ridiculous but can't go far. Other people make the mistake of not taking a dog and call it "A walk in the countryside!" No. Just no. Walking without a dog makes you look insane and lonely. Fact.

For my walk I took my dog. He's probably my favourite family member, cause he doesn't ask complicated questions. Here he is.


2.) Walk out of the garden. This is relatively easy, unless your garden is overrun with zombies. I chose to put my bear hat on cause it was cold, but because I hate taking pictures of myself you will just have to wait to see my bearhat later.

On the way I pass the rabbits in their pen. More people should have rabbit pens like this. They are fun. That hole you can see on the right goes further then my arm can stretch, so often at night when we try and round up the rabbits they sneak down there instead.

The next stage of leaving the garden involves opening a gate. Here's my gate. It reminds me of Lord Of the Rings.


3.) Begin walking! I followed one of my favourite routes, which I took some pictures of. The first stage is getting through the small wooded area behind my gate.


Eventually I come out to this view. I bear right now.

At this bridge I go straight over and then head right again, towards a entrance to the clump of forest.

When you hit the wood there is a smelly river and a little bridge. Time to cross! Yay!

The next stage is cool. There is a small wooded patch to the right of that field so you go in there. I like to pretend I am in the army or I am Rambo. I have walked down here so many times imaging people shooting me that I have a dedicated escape plan and cover plan for if someone was to be shooting at me here. Unfortunately I imagine in real life I'd probably die horribly and be shot into tiny bitesize chunks.

If I keep walking for a while eventually I hit the cow field. Unfortunately today the cows seem to have been abducted. Disturbing.

From the cowfield you can see the church on the left in the distance. I live next to that. Yay religion! Me and God used to argue, but now we've agreed to leave each other alone.

When I hit the bottom of the field it turned out the cows had returned! What a perplexing mystery!

Here you can see the loop has completed as I am now back on the bridge, facing the direction I came from originally.

Instead of going back up the wooded area I decide to walk on the golf course beside it. This is is called variety. Apparently it is the spice of life but I prefer ginger. On the left is the church more clearly now.

Eventually I get back to my gate! Walk over!


4.) The best part of the walk is getting a cup of tea and snack afterwards. Today I chose lemon and ginger tea with a small apple pie. I placed the bearhat on my keyboard so you can see what it looks like without me.


5.) Finally I look out of my window at the view, satisfied with a job well done. This view might disturb people, in fact at a party at mine I got asked if I find it scary. Obviously not, there is no such things as ghosts. Zombies are the things to look out for, but everyone knows Zombies do not rise from graves.


That's how to walk a dog. Sometimes add in rain or heat for variety.

Tune in next time for more adventures!

I'm going to make the Journal public. Yay! I'm going to start writing lots in it. Yay!

Let's see how long this lasts.