Wednesday, 22 February 2012
For this blog, I'm going to cover a great deal of my teenage life between the year 2003 and 2012, simply because these were the most important years of my life.
These were the years before I truly became my own person.
In 2003, I started highschool and that's when everything sort of kicked off. People I'd known for years from Primary School were never to be trusted. A vivid memory was one where two called for me to come out for a while, and when I did, another ran out of an alleyway and hit me over the head with something.
It was this kind of stuff that continued through the year. Although there were happy memories, such as the school discos etc, outside of school I had no one I could really rely on as a friend.
I spent the year of P7 on an internet chat-site "Habbo Hotel", and I'm not ashamed to admit that it's also where I spent nearly all of my social life between 2003 and 2005. There were a select group of people on the site from England other places in the UK who I would talk to. The same people, day in, day out would meet in the same room and just talk. It quickly consumed me and these people were the ones I would have called my real friends if people asked me.
Names such as "PinkyHusky", "Radiant-", "Ruzaila" and dozens others, too many to name here. One in particular I actually still talk to, Nick van Kroonenburg. These people kept me sane through the years. Hell, I feel like I learnt a lot from the aswell. It was through these people I developed my typing skills etc. and learnt not to use text speak and bad grammar. I found my sense of humour through people like Nick who introduced me to different comedy shows and games.
In 2004, I moved to Birmingham, England and I considered this my escape from bullying.
In a sense, it worked, as I was just one of the few white kids amongst the sea of blacks in the city. I didn't really have much of a problem with this, but it was unnerving, so say the least. I made two friends there that deserve to be called the word. They were loyal and through them and their influences, I found out more about myself. Coral, a Scottish girl who now lives back there, introduced me to her friends who were alternative. It was around then I started listening to rock and metal music which I suppose developed over the years.
2005, I returned to Northern Ireland with a lot of stress. Remembering the first year of high school and knowing that was the environment I would return to upset me greatly. At this time, I still spent most of my time on the internet, talking to the people I'd met on Habbo Hotel amongst other places.
The bullying wasn't as bad at this point, but I was still amongst people I couldn't stand.
Eventually I got moved up to the top classes again and began to hang around with my closest friend to this day, "KittyC"/Pete.
2006 - 2008
Sunday, 5 February 2012
During a drinking session on Thursday, I used those scales where you pay 50p and it gives you your BMI etc.
Although different things do alter the outcome slightly, such as shoes, clothing (jacket full of stuff) etc. the current standings are:
Weight: 81kg (178lb)
Weight: 81kg (178lb)
This does not please me, although it is reassuring seeing as it means I've lost 7lbs since September, and during that time I was still eating a pile of junk food, drinking beer and demolishing anything edible throughout Christmas.
Now that I've started my new regime, including cutting out daily junk binges and more exercise, I'm looking to shed more. My first target is 170lbs, though I can see this becoming a struggle if I continue hitting the weights and building muscle. So I'd even be happy if I cut down a few pounds and transferred fat into muscle.
We'll see how it goes.
Onto another issue, drinking. I have stated on my other blog somewhere that I'd be stopping drinking all together.
Yeah, as usual that didn't happen. I am now setting a more realistic goal.
I aim to cut out all beer, ale, lager, cider and drinks of similar brewing/content. Y'know, the "belly" drinks.
In it's place, I shall be drinking hard spirits, mainly vodka. In smaller portions. That and other tasty cocktails.
Passoa mojitos are a godsend.
Finally, I may be on the look out for a martial art or similar sport to get involved in on a weekly basis. I'll need to have a look around and see what takes my fancy. I don't want to end up in a Kickboxing class with a bunch of vermin from the rougher areas of Belfast.
Anyway, until next time, keep fighting. And remember, #2012isSaint.
You better believe it.