Well I decided I'd better do something with my life. I still haven't quite figured out 'What' exactly. But I'm sick of the remedial lifestyle I seem to be living. So to pass some time I've decided to start a blog, Hopefully daily. If I feel like it I might start a video blog too.
Well if you've stumbled upon this blog by mistake or by some divine miracle of the internet, My name is Wayne, Sometimes Wazz, Either way, i'm not too bothered. I'm currently a 26 year old man from sunny Britannia. I work in a supermarket in Lichfield England but am under contractual bindings to divulge absolutely NOTHING. I can't tell you if I love my job, Hate my job, hate my customers or love the annoying little fuck-wits..... I could tell you the name of said Supermarket but that would mean I couldn't vent about work at all, because to demean my company would mean certain unemployment. Suckage.
I play the guitar, and try to learn any instrument possible because I love music, I am far less than talented, but I try.
I am roughly 9 people in one body at this current time. I have childish days, and superior evil days where I deplore stupidity an my narcissism shines through.
I believe I am narcissistic, Sociopathic and bi-polar. But I will NOT get these things checked out by any medical professor as I am a little too private. And although not possessing much of a conscience, I have had a good upbringing to a degree.
I have 9 body piercings at present, 3 in my lip, one in my tongue, Four in my ears and one in my eyebrow. Also, I am trying to totally trying to cover myself in tattoos.
ANYWHO...
Thats a brief insight into the man you shall read about, and on with my blog.
I woke up at half past eight this morning. Half an hour before my alarm went off. I felt alert, awake... strong. BUT... Today was a work day so I thought to myself, "Fuck it, More sleep!"
9am
My eyes are heavy, crusted shut... I .... can't.... move... "GAHHHH" I growl as I turn away from my open curtains. I lie there, turn on my Ipod and put that Cee Lo Green song "Fuck You" on full blast to funk myself into some form of animation. After gathering some clothes and fighting my way through the mountains of clothes, musical instruments and CD's I shuffle to the bathroom for a shower. "Shit" ... no towel...., I head downstairs in my boxers freezing my fat ass off only to realise the towels were warm and cosy in the airing cupboard. "FUUUUUUUUUU"... every morning I follow the same sets of routines.... I shall list them as so....
Bed routine:
- Grunt, rub eyes and yell a profanity at some deity I don't believe in for simply letting me wake another day.
- Look at the time and do one of the following.... "Fuck its too early."..."FUCK it's too late"... "Fuck I might as well stay awake now :S "
- Sit up
- Realise it's cold... Lie back down and Hide under Duvet...
- Realise I have half hour before I must set off for work.
- Throw on comfy clothes and shuffle outside in the cold for my morning cigarette.
- gather work clothes, clean boxers and socks.
- Find Ipod and docking station
- Shuffle to the bathroom bleary eyed with a nicotine rush.
- turn on Ipod and find a song that makes me happy and wakes me up.
- turn on shower.
- Get undressed whilst miming to song in the mirror.
- get in shower facing water and slowly rotate til soaked.
- Stand with eyes closed and back to the water for 10 mins before realising "Shit, I better get ready"
- Turn off shower after washing and wring out my hair.
- Towel dry body and hair before brushing hair and getting dressed.
I HATE ROUTINES.
Today, nothing out of the ordinary happened to me. Which is odd but you always expect something to write about, then realize.
My life isn't interesting. I need a new job, New friends... A new life.
I crave for a new life so badly that I've considered moving to Australia
well.. I'm depressing myself now, so I shall call it a night.
Thanks for reading, and If you haven't Suck it.
Sweet dreams world. Signing off at 1:20
Wazz
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