Week starts again

First day out the way. However I'm not feeling nearly as shit about my current status in life as last week. Feeling a lot more content.
My job doesn't seem as bad. Got through the whole day quite quickly. One change I'm guna make is not eating chips and drinking pepsi at lunch. I can't take the sugar crash. Far to ADD.

My girl started her IT apprentice course today. So now we are officially the IT crowd. It will be good once we both are earning. Get to move out from our current room in a shared house into our own place. Pretty sick of living next to a moaning obese Nigerian woman, or troll, haven't figured out what it is yet.

I'm still trying to find a way to make my life less mundane. I'm bored of being boring. An example of my boring and jewishness was today my mild obsession of my sainsbury's receipt. Managing to buy a large bag of groceries which is most of my weekly shop for only £15. And this is a reasonable reason to hate myself.

So an idea I've had for a bit of fun is to buy a camcorder and film a knock off Dr Who. Not stealing too much, just the premise. And if I can afford a 3D cam I'll be laughing. I'd watch anything in 3D. So I assume there are enough people out there like me in order to make some cash off it. Plus naturally I'll assume the part of the Dr, or what ever the lead will be. Always wanted to try my hands at acting, was fairly good at school.

After work and my frifty bit of shopping I hit up the pub, to celebrate my girls first day, the typical excuse of an addict.
Then retired home for home made curry.

Too tired to write more now. I'll hit you with some philosophy soon. Later.
Callum Ball

The weekend

Sorry I've not blogged in for a couple of days, been busy.

I Finally returned to work on friday, still skived it off doing menial tasks. But I turned up, that's what counts.
After work I nipped home to grab bags as I still get my parents to do the majority of my laundry. And went for quick joint with Richard.
I had plans to meet some work mates in the nearby town for a drink. As the town is on train route to my parents house anyway. My friend was running late, leaving me sat in what I'm convinced is a gay bar for 20 minutes alone, playing on my phone to try to stay entertained.
This was the less than brilliant start to my night. It was all good and ok when my mate arrived with his friends who I quiet get along with. They are quiet nerdy, even by my standards, but I quiet like nerds. Even if they do occasionally talk above my head about warcraft.

So I stayed for a couple of hours then headed home on train. Whilst trying to arrange plans for that night. Annoyingly I got in a large argument with my girl which used up most my phone battery.
So that when I got into town I had to use a pay phone to call Richard who was in a car somewhere waiting for me. By the way, payphones are ridiculously hard to find these days.

So I get picked up, head to a friends house to smoke up and relax. He had some girls round, and it's times like those I wish I was single. They were not the kind of girls to play hard to get. Having met a couple of them before on a unique night high on methadone in a car park. Nothing happened but they clearly wanted it too. My girl should be pleased by my faith fullness.

Anyway we watched the discusting film of 'Hostel'. I suppose the story aint that but I felt physically ill listening to the screams of the tourcher scenes. I couldn't watch.
To think I used to plan acts such as those for my ex girlfriend. How I have grown up since then.

At about 2 30 am Richard gave me a lift to my girl's nun's house, where she was staying this weekend.

The next day I made the visiting rounds. Saw my mum for an hour or so. Blagging a lift off her in the process. Visited my long term friend 'T', who is heavily pregnant. We got her rats out (actual pet rats, perv) and played some COD.

Finishing the day back at girlfriends house, relaxed with a couple of beers and Dr Who.

Callum Ball

Another skive and planning the future

Was too tired to write last night.
I kinda didn't go into work again yesterday. Spoke to boss, she's given it to me as holiday, so might not be broke next week. Or as broke.

Just can't be fucked with work anymore. Getting bored. I'm not moving up the ranks fast if at all. Despite promises and hints of it. Getting sick of being bottom of ladder. Doing same shit everyday of my life.
But my wonderful girlfriend cheered me up. And with a visit to the pub that evening I had come up with a plan.
I'm not guna let my job get me down, because I've remembered that this job isn't what I want to be doing. And if I get too far up I risk getting comfortable.
I discussed it yesterday while a little tipsy. I want to travel the world a bit and maybe live abroad. It doesn't matter if you have a job which pays well if you don't enjoy it. I only need enough money to get by and save for adventures. Why would I need to buy expensive things that I can't use the 8 hours I'm at work. And I don't need when I'm home as I have my best friend and girl living with me.
So in a year or so I plan to take a couple of weeks to go to paris then train it to amsterdam. This year I'm just hoping for a long weekend in Rome with girl.

Also thought about getting another person in on our plan to move out. So far it's me, girlfriend, richard and one of my girls mates who is awesome. Thinking about another. But needs to be someone as boring as the rest of us. Who are quite happy to spend evenings down pubs not clubs. Or even more likely on the couch with a pizza, Dr Who and some bud. (Yes I am quitting)

Anyway, today I did go to work. And now am going out into town. Only for a bit though, otherwise people might start thinking I'm not antisocial.

Callum Ball

Fuck all wednesdays

Yet another productive day not going to work.
Got to stop making a habit of this.
Woke up too tired, not in the mood and when I found no toilet roll I thought fuck it to working.
I needed the whole day to relax.
Started the day with the intention of going to work a couple of hours late. As said, no toilet paper, no working. Using kitchen roll somehow offends me so.

So I settled down for a chill day with my girlfriend with the refreshing agenda of tv, food and dr who. While my girl found for the first time the joys of 'Fable 2'.
I strangely love the fact that my female companion can get seriously into xbox games while I cook up fancy dinners of tv chef quality.
She is the one who got me into Dr Who. We're part time geeks.
Noted today that I actually quite like the new doctor who, Matt Smith.

I like watching tv when it's already out on dvd, or in this case streamed from the internet. I get addicted to good shows easily and I don't have the patients of a whole week to wait for more.
At least when the wait for season 6 arrives I'll have the back catalogue to work through. Thank you for David Tennent's rewatchability.

Also of note is my sending a complaint to the BBC over the quality of children's tv presenters. I'll show you when I get the reply.

Later on my house mate gets home and I find myself relapseing to bud. But honestly I am quitting, just a random smoke off. I'll keep you posted on how this is going.

Writing this in bed. Time to try snatch sleep before work tomorrow. I promise I'll go.
Callum Ball

Introduction

Good afternoon,

I'll start this Blog with a little bit of background information.

I'm Cal. This isn't my real name. But I'm probably guna stick to this for the present. To add a thin vale of mystery.

I'm 20 years old and am getting close to throwing my ambitions away.

I've studied Music Tech in college with the intention of becoming a top hip hop producer. I also write / perform my own music, or at least I did. I wanted to be the white Dr Dre...but I've now come to terms with my disabling middle class background. Which makes it very hard to be taken seriously when rapping.

My lyrical inspiration was my burning hatred for an ex girlfriend. But I wont go into that now.
Suffice to say her betrayal and my arrest gave me enough material to consider myself a rapper. 
Now that I'm much happier I've not got anything to rap about...fail. Rap career over.

A career in hateful music could have hindered my other chosen destiny anyway. I have always wanted to be a politician. I have no formal qualifications to assist me with this (besides a D in A-level philosophy) but I believe being a natural leader and arrogant cunt qualify me plenty enough.

I say politician but maybe fantastical dictator would be a more fitting title. Oh the ideas i have for this world.


I would love to have either of these lives but instead I'm a level 1 service desk technician at a major IT company.
I shouldn't complain, the money's not bad (not good) for my age and at least i do have a job.

But I've always assumed that I'm destined for greatness. This could be due to my large IQ, brilliant ideas of how to save this country / the world. OR just illusions of grandeur and the inability to distinguish life from reality. 

One day i still hope to achieve this.  This blog in fact might be able to help me influence others to see the world my way.

But this is my life on screen...enjoy.