<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6405225192567296802</id><updated>2009-12-13T16:13:21.052-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Peej</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kickthepj.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6405225192567296802/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kickthepj.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>PJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15895646476005608376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6405225192567296802.post-4861630717417721776</id><published>2009-11-20T15:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T15:12:30.751-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a thought</title><content type='html'>you can buy everything that you think you want, foolishly thinking it'll make you happy, and it does for a short while. then when you feel low and there's nothing else you want, you don't know what do to make you feel better. back in a week x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6405225192567296802-4861630717417721776?l=kickthepj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kickthepj.blogspot.com/feeds/4861630717417721776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6405225192567296802&amp;postID=4861630717417721776&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6405225192567296802/posts/default/4861630717417721776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6405225192567296802/posts/default/4861630717417721776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kickthepj.blogspot.com/2009/11/just-thought.html' title='Just a thought'/><author><name>PJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15895646476005608376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09052512075114841291'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6405225192567296802.post-6617659539195229003</id><published>2009-06-25T01:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T03:09:58.011-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PLS SUB ME, THX IN ADVANCE</title><content type='html'>So this morning, I got a message, one of which I often recieve because people are fucking MORONS. Have a look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "hey!&lt;br /&gt;Hey KickThePj&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think you might like my style of video. I was wondering if you could check out my videos if you had the time and subscribe if you like them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks in advance,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bigwhiteseth"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, so the first thing I did was actually look at his subscriber count, to no surprise, he has 20k plus. I wonder how he got them. &lt;br /&gt;This is clearly just a standard message he sends to everyone because he's just copied and pasted my user name straight to the message because most people don't spell PJ, like KickThePj, with a lower case j, ANYWAY, It's obviously a copy and paste job because...well it's obvious. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, "I think you might like my style of video", no, no I probably wouldn't. I like really interesting videos like those of Lassegg, or nintendo related ones like the AVGN. However, I had a look anyway because I was curious. He is an american vlogger, with HORRIBLE raspy sound quality which is a put off in itself, by the looks of the titles of his videos he talks about news and celebrities, so, no thanks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly, check out the videos if i have time. Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourthly, subscribe if I like them. Again, nope. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then lastly, the icing on the top of the shit, "thanks in advance". Erm NO, that's NOT how it works love. The little phrase "thanks in advance" pisses me off. Unless I've said I'll do something for someone, I haven't got the intentions of doing what they've asked, so DON'T fucking thank me in "advance". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It baffles me why someone with 20k subscribers needs to go round spamming people to subscribe, it's stupid. Similarly, I have no idea why people with no videos, no subscribers and no intentions of making videos go round begging for subscribers. Why? Do you even know the point of subscribing? They just want it for the number because they think the more subscribers you have, the cooler you are, erm no. Think about it, subscribing is so people are kept informed of when you have a new video, what difference does it make if you have 10 or 10 thousand if you've asked people to subscribe that WON'T WATCH THEM. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, that's all I have to say, I've got a coach to catch ina few hours, and I still haven't packed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bai&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6405225192567296802-6617659539195229003?l=kickthepj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kickthepj.blogspot.com/feeds/6617659539195229003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6405225192567296802&amp;postID=6617659539195229003&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6405225192567296802/posts/default/6617659539195229003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6405225192567296802/posts/default/6617659539195229003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kickthepj.blogspot.com/2009/06/pls-sub-me-thx-in-advance.html' title='PLS SUB ME, THX IN ADVANCE'/><author><name>PJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15895646476005608376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09052512075114841291'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6405225192567296802.post-1394006742385745732</id><published>2009-06-24T07:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T07:20:45.121-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Selling out</title><content type='html'>I just wanted to write a quick blog on the term "sell out". I think dom once mentioned this in how someone can't be a sell out if they actually had intentions of making money. People brand alot of youtubers as sell outs because they're youtube partners, but realistically, everyone in life wants money. It might be due to jealousy, but it's stupid. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that brings me on to the confused.com advert. I was asked to do a clip and i've always said, if i was asked, i would do it. The money for doing it is pretty good, and although theres the slight embarassment of being on TV across the country saying some silly lines, just keep thinking about the money. Plus my little cousin would be really happy, ever sinse they saw phil on tv and thought it was me, they kept saying "WHEN ARE YOU GONNA BE ON THE ADVERT?".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alot of people on youtube make a living on youtube, so I wouldn't consider it selling out. Maybe there is a certain degree, maybe if someone started doing mass product placement with coca cola, doritos and tampons, then people would probably deem it as selling out. But not completely anyway, it would be weird if i all of a sudden stopped making videos about nintendo and shit and started just advertising. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In unrelated news&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[15:18:33] lex says: shit i just squirted the juice all over my keyboard&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6405225192567296802-1394006742385745732?l=kickthepj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kickthepj.blogspot.com/feeds/1394006742385745732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6405225192567296802&amp;postID=1394006742385745732&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6405225192567296802/posts/default/1394006742385745732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6405225192567296802/posts/default/1394006742385745732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kickthepj.blogspot.com/2009/06/selling-out.html' title='Selling out'/><author><name>PJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15895646476005608376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09052512075114841291'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6405225192567296802.post-1721352889204659224</id><published>2009-06-19T02:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T02:58:01.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Toombalor</title><content type='html'>So I noticed lately alot of people have been using tumblr, I decided to check out the website, it looks really good. It's very simple, which I like. For months and months I've wanted somewhere that I can host very small audio files to show people, tumblr seems promising. So if you have an account, go follow me or something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.kickthepj.tumblr.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I will still be using this blog for long updates. I'll use tumblr for audio, small video (maybe), pictures, (which I will be taking more of), and small snippets of things that I like. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for anyone that may think "fuck sake, not another bandwagon", who cares? True, I wouldn't have started using it if others hadn't because I wouldn't have bothered to check it out, but I wouldn't be using it if it was crap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6405225192567296802-1721352889204659224?l=kickthepj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kickthepj.blogspot.com/feeds/1721352889204659224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6405225192567296802&amp;postID=1721352889204659224&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6405225192567296802/posts/default/1721352889204659224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6405225192567296802/posts/default/1721352889204659224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kickthepj.blogspot.com/2009/06/toombalor.html' title='Toombalor'/><author><name>PJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15895646476005608376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09052512075114841291'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6405225192567296802.post-2843106429428243358</id><published>2009-06-11T14:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T14:38:00.395-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Becoming cool</title><content type='html'>Let me tell you, I've not been this super cool guy you see before you all my life. I was having a conversation about year 7, and it made me think back. I HATED secondary school. I loved primary school because It was simple, and people liked me. I remember people would fight over who would sit next to me on the carpet, that sounds like a really bad lie, but i'm being srs. The teachers loved me, my friends loved me, the girls...not so much, but I was somewhat popular. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I moved up to secondary school, and it was scary. I hardly knew anyone, but that's never really a bad thing, I'm always up for making new friends, but it's hard when they don't give you the chance. Without going in to too much detail, i'll cut it short. I was not cool for the first few years of secondary school. I was short, fat and geeky, but why would that make me any less of a nice person? It didn't. So not really making friends made it hard to get on with school, and I really loved school. New lessons, new classes, everything new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was bullied, alot throughout the first couple of years in secondary school. This being year 7 abd 8 mainly, I changed alot towards the end of year 9. I remember that my class mates would used to steal my equipment, snap my rulers and pens for no reason, and generally make my life hell. They would do the 'oh so cliche' stealing my dinner money and food. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember that I would always come home really upset. I felt like such a fucking idiot whenever I cried, whether it be in the middle of class, or when I got home. &lt;br /&gt;Eventually I would just lie about being ill so I didn't have to go into school until eventually my mum didn't believe me, so i would start to make myself ill. Eventually I just made myself throw up and stuff to have a legit reason to stay at home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hated it all so much. Oh and by the way, why are we ever taught that "if you tell a teacher, you be fine"? That has never helped me, any time I told a teacher, it definitely made things worse. My dad always used to tell me stories about when he got bullied, he stood up to them and that helped. You know what? It fucking did. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I changed alot towards the end of year 9 then onwards, found a nice group of friends, felt accepted and had fun. That summer of I think 2005, maybe 06, I went out every day, took up skate boarding which was so much fun, and just made the most of being a teenager. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i've gotten to the age where I can't fuck about, and I hate it. For any juniors reading this, here is my advise, make the most of being a kid. I mean yes I'm still relatively young, although I'll be 19 in 6 months today. I guess I'm partly ready for adult life but partly not. Don't like the idea of working, but it has to be done If i want nice things. Something I'm very fond of now though, is my girlfriend. I love lex, and don't really need to express that very much more in words. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School was hell, I hope to never go through anything like that again. It was mainly because of the way I looked, but oh well. I've changed loads, i'm not nice and tall, builg big and just completely different. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to leave it at that, I hope I have enlightened you a bit on my early secondary school years. However, you still know next to nothing about me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6405225192567296802-2843106429428243358?l=kickthepj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kickthepj.blogspot.com/feeds/2843106429428243358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6405225192567296802&amp;postID=2843106429428243358&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6405225192567296802/posts/default/2843106429428243358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6405225192567296802/posts/default/2843106429428243358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kickthepj.blogspot.com/2009/06/becoming-cool.html' title='Becoming cool'/><author><name>PJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15895646476005608376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09052512075114841291'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6405225192567296802.post-3375459953605123528</id><published>2009-05-24T03:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T10:26:15.622-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My past 48 hours</title><content type='html'>I'm gonna write this up before I forget. AND IT IS QUITE LONG. But if you read it all, thank you. Also, I talk alot of lex, so if you don't want to hear about me being soppy, don't read it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on friday, I woke up at half 7 in the morning and hopped on a coach at 10 o clock. It lasted about two and a half hours, for most of which I slept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then arrived in london, victoria, where lex gave me some AMAZING DIRECTIONS!!!11!1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/sarcasm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did the opposite of what lex said and got to the train station just fine. Before I got a train to lex's town. I arrived and met lex, we had a nice little walk to her house where she gave me an insight into her town and all the crazay thangs that had happened in the past few years. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At hers we watched an animated film that was so fucking weird, it was SO fucking weird. I kinda liked it, but it was mental. Think of watching one of my videos, extremely high, very drunk, AT A CIRCUS. Pretty normal really. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I shall fast forward to the next day. We woke up at some point in the morning to a beautiful day. We had toast because lex would refuse to make me a sammich. We set off for the train station to get to south bank. We saw ian and sophie on the platform a couple stops after us, so we rushed down the carriages to get to them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived at waterloo station, but our travel card was wrong, we spent 20 quid for two tickets that couldn't get us through the barriers, the guy said he'd let us through that one time but we'd need to buy some different ones to get back. Luckily they were open on the way back, I really did not fancy spending a tenner for both me and lex for more tickets, I would have preferred jumping the barriers. Speaking of jumping the barriers, lex's friend jenny, who is pretty cool (hawt), towards the end of the day we had to get through some barriers and my ticket wasn't working, and I couldn't see any gaurds so i ran through with jenny then saw a guard directly opposite hahahaha. We just got into the lift as fast as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Also, a lovely little jamaican lady was running for the lift, and I HEROICLY jumped into the middle of the closing doors to make sure she could get in. I practically potentially sacraficed my life for her! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to the afternoon. We met up with everyone and I was extremely nervous. I was shaking and feeling sick as we approached the crowd of people. I soon calmed down after wards though. I felt awkward hugging people, I think it's because it's been so long since i've been to a gathering. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We sat down for a bit, which me beth and fraz started. We sat down and EVERYONE, literally EVERYONE crowded and sat down. Fraz was really nice, I knew we'd get along.  We are too cool. We then went off to eat food etc which was a bitch, why can we never find a place to eat. Me, lex, pav, jenny, darren and benjy eventually just went to mcdonalds. I got something from m &amp; s. Benjy was left waiting for a while for his food, he did NOT look happy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then started walking back to meet at southbank outside the london eye. I don't know when darren went home but I hardly got to speak to him :( To be fair I didn't get to speak to too many people because after sitting down again on the grass in the lovely weather, everyone went off to the arcade, however, me and lex didn't. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought an ice cream and me and lex had a stroll. We walked along south bank for a bit, holding hands :) We sat on some steps, walked around a bit more, went onto the bridge where you filmed the start of 28 days later. And at this point I felt normal about public displays of affection that were more than just holding hands. I was a bit weird at first with kissing in public, but it just felt normal, and it was nice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked for a bit more, wondered into the marriot hotel garden area which i don't think we were alowwed in. IT WAS WELL GOOD M8.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We eventually met back up with everyone and chilled out on the grass for one last time. The walk with lex and this part now was my favouite part of the day. Everyone chilled out on the grass, relaxed, sunbathed and just generally had a nice time. It was perfect. After a couple of hours we went off to tino's flat. I don't think it'd be fair to say much of what happened because I don't even know if some people even realised what they were doing. If you really want to know, ask ivens, if he remembers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, jenny and lex left and said our goodbyes. Then there were two. Me and lex got onto a train home which seemed like it was taking forever, and niether of us were in a good state, both fairly ill. We stumbled home, but not before walking down some of the shitting scaiest alleys ever, in the pitch black. We stopped at one point and looked up at the stars, followed by a lovely kiss. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got home, shattered, and slept for a whole 5 hours. A vey early start to the day, had breakfast, and got in the car. Lex and her family (who are lovely) are on their way up to scotland as im writing this. They dropped me off on the way, it's a little bit out of the way but it was nice of them. Me and lex fell asleep in the car, holding hands, pretty much slumped on each other. Apparently her parents said we looked cute ~_~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what is quite surreal, all of lex's family have used my bathroom (not at the same time). Also, they've also met my parents, which lex hated so much, I felt strangely fine with it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any way, i'll round this off. My past 48 hours have been excellent. I hope yours have been too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6405225192567296802-3375459953605123528?l=kickthepj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kickthepj.blogspot.com/feeds/3375459953605123528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6405225192567296802&amp;postID=3375459953605123528&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6405225192567296802/posts/default/3375459953605123528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6405225192567296802/posts/default/3375459953605123528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kickthepj.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-past-48-hours.html' title='My past 48 hours'/><author><name>PJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15895646476005608376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09052512075114841291'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6405225192567296802.post-5570140582112672098</id><published>2009-05-04T09:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T10:11:22.781-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4 weeks</title><content type='html'>So 4 weeks today, me and lex started going out, which is lovely :) I love her and miss her, alot. However I will see her soon, I'm going to thibls. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, something I was thinking earlier is how disappointing the wii is. More so the wii games and how much nintendo are coping out with all this family shit and neglecting their "hardcore" gamers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have much to say about the 360. Don't want to start on banjo 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now as for the ps3, I think the reason they are doing well now is because there was no expectations. They're coming out with some cool, original titles, where as nintendo are making mario do all sorts of shit that I don't give a fuck about. The reason the wii is such a let down is because we expected it to be good. Maybe i'm being a bit harsh, there are a couple decent games, but the last wii game I bought was brawl, and I got it the day it came out, yeah, i know. I guess for now I can only wait, I'm not too bothered with games right now, I have more important things to do/worry about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something else, whilst we are on the subject, fanboys that can't accept their favourite console is failing in the market. Pricks that say stuff like "OMFG TEH PS3 PWNS U NUB", it's pathetic, there is no argument when they act like stubborn idiots. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all I have to say on the matter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6405225192567296802-5570140582112672098?l=kickthepj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kickthepj.blogspot.com/feeds/5570140582112672098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6405225192567296802&amp;postID=5570140582112672098&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6405225192567296802/posts/default/5570140582112672098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6405225192567296802/posts/default/5570140582112672098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kickthepj.blogspot.com/2009/05/4-weeks.html' title='4 weeks'/><author><name>PJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15895646476005608376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09052512075114841291'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6405225192567296802.post-8700054112497977274</id><published>2009-04-25T04:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T04:40:30.532-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls that post pictures half naked on myspace.</title><content type='html'>Get the fuck over yourselves. You're not a model, nor will you ever be. Get a bit of dignity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also may I add, this girl, thinks she is "all that" just because you can add her way to about 30,000 odd friends and sells a few clothes. Really really needs to get over herself. Go have a look, and have a laugh.&lt;br /&gt;So much about her just reeks "fake", her lashes, hair, most likely her skin colour. Why do girls think it's attractive to plaster yourself in make-up and tattoo's? It's really not. That's probably the reason she is selling clothes, because no one would hire her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.myspace.com/tfsdeth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s septum piercings look fucking stupid, love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6405225192567296802-8700054112497977274?l=kickthepj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kickthepj.blogspot.com/feeds/8700054112497977274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6405225192567296802&amp;postID=8700054112497977274&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6405225192567296802/posts/default/8700054112497977274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6405225192567296802/posts/default/8700054112497977274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kickthepj.blogspot.com/2009/04/girls-that-post-pictures-half-naked-on.html' title='Girls that post pictures half naked on myspace.'/><author><name>PJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15895646476005608376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09052512075114841291'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6405225192567296802.post-4891836718164887080</id><published>2009-04-14T16:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T17:13:46.467-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Late night thoughts</title><content type='html'>I tried going to sleep, that didn't work, thought i'd quickly write up some thoughts over the past week.&lt;br /&gt;From the saturday before last, up until now, I've been feeling, to some degree, amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From saturday to tuesday, Lex came round, I don't care if people are tired of seeing her name pop up in my blog, or vise versa, get over it. Anyway, that was pretty swish. We just chilled for most of it, which is always lovely. It's just the little things that I love, from simply holding hands, to the wild rampant sex. Haha, no, seriously though, it was a very fun weekend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the wednesday, not much happened, chilled out, did some youtoon etc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then thursday, I went to london! A company called global cool paid for a few of us to go down to london, or up, for some, and be in a little campaign they were filming in which we did various things that made us look silly. You will soon see it. It was alot of fun and richad was very nice, not only did he pay for all our travel, but he put us up in a 5 star hotel for the night, it was sexy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, the snooty french bastards took 50 quid cash off me on arrival, they said they don't really like italians. Actually it was incase of damages, I was very sad to part with it, but alas, I got it back eventually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then went up to our rooms and prepared for an evening on the town, me with my ten pounds had quite a wild night ahead of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I washed my hair before we went out, then lex reminded me that we have no hair dryer..neooooooo. HOWEVER, i rang mhazz and she said that the hotel have one in one of the draws. First draw - bible, THIS IS NAY HAIR DRYER, but i found it eventually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So me and lex got ready and went to toms room to meet everyone where tom had just been jumping on the bed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mhairi took us to a nice burger place to eat, we shared laughs, conversation etc. Me and lex held hands walking there, and back. Oh how naughty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a couple hours out, we went back to the hotel. We went up to mhairi's room where we watched some porn. Chocolate milfshake..mhmmmm. Ian parted with us and went to his room. Not long after, me and lex went off to our room, well, my room, but she insisted on sharing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a bad person, I didn't let her sleep, nor do I ever. I'm way to energetic at night, which is pretty much down to my fucked up sleeping pattern, but yes, I'm constantly making little sense and jabbering on. About 5 hours later, I gave in and let her sleep whilst I raped her. Okay, that didn't happen, she didn't sleep at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another reason I didn't really want her to sleep was that I knew i'd be going home the next day, and I didn't know when I'd see her again so I just wanted to make the most of it. Is that so wrong? I love her to bits, she's lovely to be around, and we constantly have something to talk about or laugh at. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the night went on, then came the morning. Up at ten, I jumped in the shower, WHICH WAS AMAZING BY THE WAY. Such a posh hotel, I miss it. Lex refused my offer of sharing a shower, bitch, I was just trying to save water. Save the planet and all that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Room service at 10 30, we ignored it and she went away. then again at 11 30, they barged into our room like a swat team looking for a pedofile. They looked at us and left straight away XD Good job we wern't naked...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then met up with da guys, checked out and went on a seach for breakfast. After 2 hours of walking, we finally found a luxurious, elegant...subway. That filled me up way too much. I briefly saw sophie and jadeykinzzz, then i departed. I hated saying bye on the tube, everyone was getting off and i was just like "BYE, BYE, BYE, YEP, BYE". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt shit after that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then had a chilled weekend of doing youtoon and talking to dom and dale. It was lovely!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then yesterday I went out with some friends and we filmed stuff, that was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cba to write anymore, I'm tired. If you're still reading, GRATS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bai&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6405225192567296802-4891836718164887080?l=kickthepj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kickthepj.blogspot.com/feeds/4891836718164887080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6405225192567296802&amp;postID=4891836718164887080&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6405225192567296802/posts/default/4891836718164887080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6405225192567296802/posts/default/4891836718164887080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kickthepj.blogspot.com/2009/04/late-night-thoughts.html' title='Late night thoughts'/><author><name>PJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15895646476005608376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09052512075114841291'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6405225192567296802.post-6675255586239806205</id><published>2009-04-08T16:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T16:23:38.558-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Youtube at the peak of their prime</title><content type='html'>So If you open up this picture in a new window, you can look at it whilst you read what I'm talking about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6NYxINvunRQ/Sd0xC3V-yOI/AAAAAAAAACk/cB6_NouAlWA/s1600-h/youtube+fucked+2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6NYxINvunRQ/Sd0xC3V-yOI/AAAAAAAAACk/cB6_NouAlWA/s320/youtube+fucked+2.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322464259907438818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) You can't see this, but I don't actually have a message. This only just recently happened, but it constantly says I have a message when I don't. It's annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) This fucking thing just doesn't go away. How many times have you clicked okay or cancle and it just keeps coming back. What is the point of it anyway? You could compact that message into "To see shit in your country, set youtube to be in your country" or maybe, just get rid of it all together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Do I even need to address that? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) This isn't really a problem with youtube, I just found it kinda funny. I remember being 13 and having an N-Gage, IT WAS FUCKING SHIT. Lawl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like this clutter and wank on my front page. They're ruining the site so much. I can't wait to see their new changes they're making. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right that's all, I'm off to london tomorrow to film some promotional video for a company with Ben Loka, Lex, Dave, Tom, Mhazz and Ian. Should be a really fun day out. We're all staying in a hotel as well after wards, I'll probably let you all know how we get on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6405225192567296802-6675255586239806205?l=kickthepj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kickthepj.blogspot.com/feeds/6675255586239806205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6405225192567296802&amp;postID=6675255586239806205&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6405225192567296802/posts/default/6675255586239806205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6405225192567296802/posts/default/6675255586239806205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kickthepj.blogspot.com/2009/04/youtube-at-peak-of-their-prime.html' title='Youtube at the peak of their prime'/><author><name>PJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15895646476005608376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09052512075114841291'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6NYxINvunRQ/Sd0xC3V-yOI/AAAAAAAAACk/cB6_NouAlWA/s72-c/youtube+fucked+2.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6405225192567296802.post-6725295741544108190</id><published>2009-04-07T07:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T07:10:44.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Need I say anymore?</title><content type='html'>Click to enlarge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6NYxINvunRQ/SdtexfivyyI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Osju-DOyxSA/s1600-h/Myspace+screen+shot+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 273px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6NYxINvunRQ/SdtexfivyyI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Osju-DOyxSA/s320/Myspace+screen+shot+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321951589042211618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6405225192567296802-6725295741544108190?l=kickthepj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kickthepj.blogspot.com/feeds/6725295741544108190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6405225192567296802&amp;postID=6725295741544108190&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6405225192567296802/posts/default/6725295741544108190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6405225192567296802/posts/default/6725295741544108190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kickthepj.blogspot.com/2009/04/need-i-say-anymore.html' title='Need I say anymore?'/><author><name>PJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15895646476005608376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09052512075114841291'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6NYxINvunRQ/SdtexfivyyI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Osju-DOyxSA/s72-c/Myspace+screen+shot+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6405225192567296802.post-2079518577018627605</id><published>2009-04-03T15:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T16:10:49.871-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Myspace. a place for friends"</title><content type='html'>No, actually, I'd say it's more a place for stupid fucking illiterate emo fucks. I was just browsing Myspace and I come across a bulletin, titled "FUCK OFF YOU MISERABLE CUNT WE DONT NEED YOU!!!!". Initially I thought nothing of it, but I was interested to see what this person that I don't even know had to say. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surely this being quite a strong point, he's addressed it by confronting the person, although it being public is a bit weird, would you not want to keep an argument like that private? Any way, let's have a little look at what his bulletin said..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Body:  YOUR PAHTETIC&lt;br /&gt;STOP COMPLAINTING&lt;br /&gt;YOU TOOK IT TOO FUKING FAR&lt;br /&gt;SO GO FUCK YORSELF&lt;br /&gt;WE DONT FUCKING CARE&lt;br /&gt;YOU FUCKING DITCHED US&lt;br /&gt;AND NOW WE DONT GIVE A FUCK&lt;br /&gt;SO FUCK OFFF&lt;br /&gt;SERIOUSLEY&lt;br /&gt;FUCK OFF AND LEAVE US ALONE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CUNT!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took the liberty of messaging him the following.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh right, okay. Right, yes. So, I don't think the spelling and grammar really needs to be addressed, it's quite clear it's incredibly bad. About as coherent as a three year old I'd say. &lt;br /&gt;So, yes, shut up. Shut the actual fuck up. No, really, SHUT THE FUCK UP. I don't know what the situation is and frankly, I don't care, but wording that the way you did, I'm pretty sure YOU'RE the one who has taken it TOO FUCKING FAR, you absolute FUCKING idiot. (By the way, IT'S FUCKING "YOU'RE"). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about you act like a normal person and private message the person, you're clearly looking for attention you moron otherwise you wouldn't broadcast that to all of Myspace WITHOUT EVEN NAMING THE FUCKING PERSON. &lt;br /&gt;Who is "us" and "we" anyway? Who are you speaking for? I'm sure they don't have the exact same view as you. You're just a fucking idiot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to now break down every line of your stupid little bulletin and make you feel ridiculous. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"YOUR PAHTETIC" - No, YOU are pathetic, you just went and posted a fucking anon bulletin about your problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"STOP COMPLAINTING" - Erm, it's obviously you that needs to stop complaining you fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"YOU TOOK IT TOO FUKING FAR" - No, I've already said this, but YOU are taking it too far. Next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"SO GO FUCK YORSELF" - What does that even mean anyway? Seeing as it's physically impossible for humans to fuck themselves, I'm guessing you mean wank. Is that even an insult when you break it down that way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"WE DONT FUCKING CARE" - Again, I already mentioned, who are "we"? Maybe they do care, maybe you're just an apathetic shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"YOU FUCKING DITCHED US" - I FUCKING WONDER WHY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"AND NOW WE DONT GIVE A FUCK" - If you don't give a fuck why are you fucking ranting about it you imbecile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"SO FUCK OFFF" - There is no word in the English language that has three letters next to each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"SEREIOUSLEY" - No no, remember, I before E even when THERE'S NO FUCKING E IN THE WORD. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"FUCK OFF AND LEAVE US ALONE" - I'm sure they were keeping their peace until you posted this bitchy bulletin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"CUNT!" - Oh aren't you fucking amazing, with all your minor sentences, finishing it off with a lovely declarative that means FUCK ALL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there we go, I don't think I even need to go into your stupid "about me" on your profile, I don't think you need to be shot down any further. Have a brilliant weekend love. Can't wait for more of your CRAAAAYYYZAYYYY bulletins. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there ya go. There it is. My, that felt brilliant! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s his name was Hywel. THAT ISN'T A NAME. THAT ISN'T AN ANYTHING. THAT'S LESS OF A NAME THAN HATTI.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6405225192567296802-2079518577018627605?l=kickthepj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kickthepj.blogspot.com/feeds/2079518577018627605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6405225192567296802&amp;postID=2079518577018627605&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6405225192567296802/posts/default/2079518577018627605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6405225192567296802/posts/default/2079518577018627605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kickthepj.blogspot.com/2009/04/myspace-place-for-friends.html' title='&quot;Myspace. a place for friends&quot;'/><author><name>PJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15895646476005608376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09052512075114841291'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6405225192567296802.post-7104575562830797401</id><published>2009-03-29T15:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T08:04:48.694-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes</title><content type='html'>Tom, Jade, MD and some others did it, so I thought I would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- You're a perfectionist and I hate you for that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- You get nervous at the thought of meeting up with people despite having met them so much before, it's so stupid, whats the matter with you? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I get nothing from you, you're a closed book and don't let anyone in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- You try so hard making your little videos, but they're far too weird, they don't even make sense half the time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- You're the kind of person that will put something off for ages and won't get round to it unless you're reminded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- What I get from you is that you find it hard to get into relationships. I always hear about you getting close to someone, then getting scared and backing off. Sort it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- You have some terrible anger issues. Why do you let yourself get so easily wound up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I don't like you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- You always think of the negatives, maybe you're just a bit too modest. I don't think so. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- You mister, need to grow up sooner or later. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Maybe you're a bit tone deaf, but you're not as good a musician as you may think. It's clear to every one that you can't sing, but maybe you should just put the guitar down too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- You should get a job&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- You're sooner to make fun of someone if everyone else is, sometimes. Well done for disproving that recently though, proud of ya. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's pretty much it. Have fun decoding. Night night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, can I just add, there's no point in getting offended if you've assumed you're one of these. I love all my friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6405225192567296802-7104575562830797401?l=kickthepj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kickthepj.blogspot.com/feeds/7104575562830797401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6405225192567296802&amp;postID=7104575562830797401&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6405225192567296802/posts/default/7104575562830797401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6405225192567296802/posts/default/7104575562830797401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kickthepj.blogspot.com/2009/03/yes.html' title='Yes'/><author><name>PJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15895646476005608376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09052512075114841291'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6405225192567296802.post-712864450685296680</id><published>2009-03-26T09:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T09:14:41.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Youtube Layouts etc</title><content type='html'>A few people have mentioned it, so I thought I'd give a brief blog on my opinions.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not fussed any more about what Youtube do. I've come to accept that Vimeo will always be better than Youtube in alot of perspectives. Some times we've even jumped to conclusions in thinking a new feature on Youtube is crap. At first, I hated the idea of wide screen, but now I think videos in wide screen look brilliant. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only reason I get annoyed at Youtubes updates is because it just feels like they've forgotten about things that need to be attended to, LIKE GIVING ME A PROGRESS BAR. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although, I must stay, getting instant ad's is impressive, I remember i'd used to have to wait hours/days to get ads on my videos. Now I get them within the minute I set revenue sharing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just thinking about partnership in general, when it first came to the UK it was a huge thing, I remember a few of the first partners were Jimmy, Alex, Phil and wisemanthree (if anyone remembers him). I remember doug lied about being 18 to be a partner, then turned 18 a couple months later XD &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait, how did I get to this point? I was talking about Youtube layout, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are bugs on Youtube that I honestly think they have failed to notice. When you go to send a video to someone, which I rarely do anyway, you click send and it comes up with "You have forgotten to put in the captcha code" or some bullshit like that, but it wasn't there when I went to click send. It's not a massive problem, just inconvenient and a bit embarrassing for google to make a mistake like that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another bug that needs to be fixed, I can't comment on my own videos using kickthepj, which i've made people aware of already. I don't get why that should ever be a problem. I think Shawna has the same problem. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Dale were talking earlier about Vimeo and how much better it is than Youtube, and I recall saying "Vimeo give you a complimentary HD camcorder when signing up whereas Youtube give you a potential banning for signing up". His response was something like "Yeah! We're going to have to remove your account for using material that may/may not be copyrighted". It made me laugh haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna leave it at that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s my ears are still ringing. It's horrible. Get a sample of white noise that will loop forever, whack it on your i pod, and listen to that until you finally fall asleep. Make sure to have it on full blast. And there you go, that's how I feel right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LATERS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6405225192567296802-712864450685296680?l=kickthepj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kickthepj.blogspot.com/feeds/712864450685296680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6405225192567296802&amp;postID=712864450685296680&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6405225192567296802/posts/default/712864450685296680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6405225192567296802/posts/default/712864450685296680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kickthepj.blogspot.com/2009/03/new-youtube-layouts-etc.html' title='New Youtube Layouts etc'/><author><name>PJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15895646476005608376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09052512075114841291'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6405225192567296802.post-2893521834623916546</id><published>2009-03-22T10:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T10:35:01.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"This is what you'll get..</title><content type='html'>when ya mess with us"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've not really wrote anything in this blog for a while I guess. I've not started this with any ideas, I'm just gonna keep writing and not look back/back space anything. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently listening to karma police whilst writing this, it's a lovely song. No doubt was influenced by Sexy Sadie by the beatles. Both brilliant songs. &lt;br /&gt;Last weekend Lex came to stay over which was pretty amazing. The little things stuck in my head, like just laughing at some of the most inappropriate jokes ever, to play fighting. We were laying on my bed and she kept trying to kick me, luckily I was able to hold both her wrists with one hand, because my hands are like lobster claws. Hhmm, someone trying to kick me..that's pretty weird in itself..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that was fun. Very fun. She was meant to be coming over next weekend but it seems like a million different reasons meant that she was just not meant to. But the week after she is coming for a few days in the easter holidays, which will be lovely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit, I just realised, I'm writing this instead of doing my english coursework. My bastarding english coursework. It's a bastard. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to re string my guitar, probably. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually got a dailybooth. I was never too sure whether I'd want to use it or not, but I guess I kind of like the idea. Plus, with my new camera, It's given me *No surprises just came on* given me the inclination to take some nice pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, my subscribers have been going up fairly fast over the past couple days, I'm thinking it's because of dailybooth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh this song is lovely. It really is. So relaxing. "I'll take the quiet life, a handshake of carbon monoxide". :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I spoke to ginger chris briefly, it's always a delight. Mainly because he makes me piss myself with laughter. Seriously, there was piss everywhere. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the past week I've been thinking about relationships and stuff. I wanted to give a brief history of my own relationships that have a significant impact on who I am today, but I don't feel ready to really talk about stuff so private with people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhh fitter happier just came on. You'll never guess what band I'm listening to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realised I raised the point about relationships and didn't follow it up with anything...I should go back and delete, but I'm not doing that. I'm just typing. You're probably not even readying, well, yes you are. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The perfect lifestyle: a pig, in a cage, on antibiotics. Brilliant. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I was speaking to Lex, and I said I was going to go get cereal, and I said i'd speak to her in a minute, unless I died. And when I got back, I said "I'm back, or am I?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From there I started thinking, what If I'm actually not back. What If I died, but I carry on life as if normal, knowing none the wiser...But to everyone else, I'm just gone. It's not healthy to think that way. I'm not crazy, I know in life we have limits and some things just don't work, like flying, because we're not physically built to fly, but what makes people so certain about things like death? When you die, you don't know you're dead, so what if you just carry on life as normal, but you're dead to everyone around you? I'm so sorry, I didn't mean this to go into such a morbid post. I just think weirdly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'd best round this off for anyone still reading. Best get back to coursework. Boo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, toodle pip.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6405225192567296802-2893521834623916546?l=kickthepj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kickthepj.blogspot.com/feeds/2893521834623916546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6405225192567296802&amp;postID=2893521834623916546&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6405225192567296802/posts/default/2893521834623916546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6405225192567296802/posts/default/2893521834623916546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kickthepj.blogspot.com/2009/03/this-is-what-youll-get.html' title='&quot;This is what you&apos;ll get..'/><author><name>PJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15895646476005608376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09052512075114841291'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6405225192567296802.post-262773136139409519</id><published>2009-03-03T02:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T14:31:06.722-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh DEAR</title><content type='html'>So in my last video at the end you see me take a drag of a cigarette, but seeing as I've cut it in two shots, you don't even see me take it down. &lt;br /&gt;I don't want to rant about my subscribers, because there are people that will always leave nice comments which is lovely of them, however, people that have just commented the video saying stuff like "don't smoke, smoking kills", really pisses me off.&lt;br /&gt;I'm 18 and I am aware that smoking kills and can cause lung cancer and can do loads of other horrid things to you, do people think I'm just a complete idiot and might reply with "SHIT REALLY? I THOUGHT IT WAS GOOD FOR YOU!". &lt;br /&gt;If they knew anything about me, like, really really anything about me, they wouldn't get so hung up by a shot of me smoking which was actually significant to the overall joke. &lt;br /&gt;My dad smokes and has been for years, I wish he didn't because I know how bad smoking is.&lt;br /&gt;Any way, If I did smoke, do people think saying "don't smoke, it kills" is gonna make me instantly stop? If that was the case I'd just go around telling everyone to stop smoking. &lt;br /&gt;I remember ivens, badmaths, was once smoking in a video, were people out raged, like, actually horrified by that? No, they weren't. Some people do it, and alot more don't. &lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that's it, sorry to sound like I'm having a go, and i'm sorry if you think "oh, i commented saying that", don't worry. I'm sure I've got taken it the wrong way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(in case you're still wondering, I don't smoke) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's it, i'm gonna go have a shower. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byebye, I hope you enjoyed the video. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uF_TPV8wiYc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uF_TPV8wiYc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6405225192567296802-262773136139409519?l=kickthepj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kickthepj.blogspot.com/feeds/262773136139409519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6405225192567296802&amp;postID=262773136139409519&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6405225192567296802/posts/default/262773136139409519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6405225192567296802/posts/default/262773136139409519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kickthepj.blogspot.com/2009/03/oh-dear.html' title='Oh DEAR'/><author><name>PJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15895646476005608376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09052512075114841291'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6405225192567296802.post-210454495779232232</id><published>2009-02-11T16:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T03:48:29.457-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today</title><content type='html'>Ciao Zio Michele, Ti penso sempre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i44.tinypic.com/2rmbllz.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i43.tinypic.com/aescgo.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i40.tinypic.com/34oujwg.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was beautiful. That is all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6405225192567296802-210454495779232232?l=kickthepj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kickthepj.blogspot.com/feeds/210454495779232232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6405225192567296802&amp;postID=210454495779232232&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6405225192567296802/posts/default/210454495779232232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6405225192567296802/posts/default/210454495779232232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kickthepj.blogspot.com/2009/02/today.html' title='Today'/><author><name>PJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15895646476005608376</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09052512075114841291'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry></feed>