Erm, Yeah!

Right so basically, I love Maya and everyone else can fuck off :)

The Current Situation of YouTube

I’ve been vlogging on YouTube for just over a year now. In this year, I’ve managed to meet so many wonderful people, Declan Proud (Moohalaa), Tom Milsom (Hexachordal) and Chris Lomas (Lomasca) to name a few.

The first gathering I went to was the Nerdfighter Gathering in June 2009. It was organised by Charlie McDonnell (Charlieissocoollike) and Maureen Johnson. I went there and was very nervous as I recognised everyone but was too scared to say anything because I felt, for some reason, that they were better than me.

The only person I could talk to was Tom Milsom, as I had spoken to him on Skype several times and he seemed like (and indeed is) a normal person. I had no problem talking to him.

I left that gathering thinking; ‘that was a lot of fun’ but then it was only a few days after I thought: ‘no it wasn’t, I didn’t do anything’.

After a while I went to a few more gatherings and got to know more people, georgieBOOM, CheekTV, Nerimon, just really nice, down to earth people. These people are willing to talk to people and go round a group just asking if you’re ok.

But some people will only stay with the people who are “famous”. Tom from RandomProdInc only stays with his “famous” friends. Tino from Tinoforever only stays with his “famous” friends. I just don’t get it.

‘Hi how are ya?’

That takes no effort at all.

It just seems to me that if you have fewer than 1,000 subscribers, to some people, you’re invisible.

This was done purely to catch the attention of bigger YouTubers. Please, make the effort to see people who are your fans.

At the Nerdfighter Gathering, someone who I found very approachable was Myles Dyer a.k.a. Blade376. He makes the effort. I’m not asking to spend 5 hours having a chat with one person then another 5 hours with another person, I’m simply saying, please just say “Hi” to the people that think you’re brilliant, instead of just ignoring them.

To conclude, if you are a big YouTuber and have a moderately large following, please say “Hi” to the people who take the time to do what you ask them to: rate, comment and subscribe.

Music And That...

Much to the consternation of my whole family, music instruments cover the floor of my bedroom.

That sentence would normally be associated with a musical prodigy, someone who is capable of picking up an instrument and playing Flight of the Bumblebee at a break-neck speed.

I’m not that person. It’s a shame really because it would be a great talking piece at parties.

The musical instruments that are the foundations for my bedroom are a triangle, a ukulele, a drum kit, a bass guitar, and electric guitar, an electro acoustic guitar, an acoustic guitar, a recorder, a balalaika and a kazoo. I play about three of those instruments.

I had learnt to play the drums at my school. I had lessons there for a few years then decided to stop as I felt that my teacher had been convicted of something. It later transpired that he just had a funny look in his eye…

I’ve had a ukulele for about 2 months now. I’m getting there. I made a definitive proclamation when I got it that I wouldn’t stop playing until I could play Indigo by Tom Milsom. There was really nothing definitive about that proclamation…

The rest of the instruments aren’t mine but are being kept in my room until some time in the unforeseeable future.

The other day I was in Huddersfield for a rugby thing. I can’t stand rugby, and I refuse to believe that it is fun or exciting. I was bored out of my small skull.

I’m short. It’s very obvious that I am short. If you ever meet a group of people and I’m in it, I will be the short one. No doubt about that! But sometimes when I meet new people, something which I have a certain disinterest in doing, they assume that I am about 12. This, frankly, pisses me off.

In Huddersfield, a man asked me how old I was to which I responded ‘I’m 16!’ a response he was surprised by.

‘You look about 12!’ he said with the most patronising voice you could imagine.

‘I may look 12 on the outside, but mentally, I’m much older than 16. Academically, I’m much older than 16. Physically, I look about 12. Look is the operative word in this sentence of gloom and misery for me. For all you know, I could have a growing disorder. I could have a disorder and you would have insulted me, making me feel much worse than I usually feel about my height or lack thereof. You’re recalcitrance annoys me.’ I left him on that note. About a minute later I saw him looking confused. I was hoping to myself that he was trying to figure out what recalcitrance was.

My parents have always told me, stand up for yourself. With my bullying problems being a recent shadow gone by in my life, I get emotional when people mention things like my height, and the only way I can stop myself from bursting into tears is to just shout.

A bonus of this is that if I feel insulted, my parents let me argue with the person who may or may not have insulted me.

Which is nice...

See you in the future

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How To Not Act Cool

The urge to write a blog never really pops up in my head. Sometimes I’m up for it, other times, not so much. Today is one of the latter but seeing as I haven’t written a blog in so long, I might as well do one anyway!

The past few days have been relatively eventful. Last week on Saturday, I went to a friend’s house for a party. That was fun and I met some cool people there and I got to spend time with Ellie which always an added bonus! About 10 minutes after I arrived with my best friend, my eyes caught a glimpse of a group of people who were about 17 or 18 acting “well’ard”.

One of the boys of the group leaned out of the window and shouted down to us “Oi, mate! Turn that fuckin’ music down! We’re trying to fuckin’ sleep!”

Being a fearless, comedian I decided to inform them that it was 6:15 in the afternoon…

They weren’t impressed with my antics… Everyone else there was though so I found it a minor victory!

After we turned the music down a fraction, they came outside and started playing football doing all sorts of ‘skills and frills’. I’m sure they meant “thrills” but they were very common. ‘Skills and frills’ is not in speech marks, but however in inverted commas, due to the fact that one of them actually said ‘Oi mate, check out my skills and frills!’ at his friend…

About ten minutes had past when their football came over the fence and into the garden where we were. It hit the top of the greenhouse and landed next to me.

As it was heading for the greenhouse everyone looked on thinking that it is going to smash. It was one of the moments in life that happened in slow motion it was that tense!

It was only when the ball landed next to me when we realised that the ball would have to hit the greenhouse very hard for it to smash, as they weren’t playing with a football, they were playing with one of those bouncy footballs that you win at fêtes if you kick the ball in the hole five thousand times in a row without being electrocuted or something similar to that.

Not only was it not a real football but it had Lightning McQueen from Cars plastered all over it!

They subsequently lost whatever fear they struck into anybody’s heart….

Last night was prom and I had a really good time.

No major drama happened except for two of my friends falling out then becoming friends again and being all lovely with each other which was nice, the limo that took us to our destination was the wrong one and so the person who organised it had a go at the driver and got upset so me and my friend dealt with the problems at hand, another limo containing 24 people broke down not even halfway between the destination and the start point and our limo took 25 minutes to get to the place we needed to be instead of the expected 1 hour which was greatly annoying as we were painfully early and no one was there and we still had to pay the full price. Apart from that, there was nothing major that happened. Ellie was there and she looked stunning and we had our photo taken which was nice and then the guy made us kiss which wasn’t at all awkward.

Bracket slash sarcasm close bracket.

And that has been the week of my life when things have happened in it…

Makes a nice change!

See you in the future

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I just don't understand...

I promised myself that I wouldn’t do any videos or anything similar to that about the death of Michael Jackson and Farrah Fawcett. I never saw Charlie’s Angels so naturally I didn’t know who Farrah Fawcett was, but that still doesn’t take away from the fact that she is dead.

Michael Jackson on the other hand was maybe on of the most famous faces of the 21^st and maybe 20^th century. His death shocked the entire world, myself included. I signed onto Twitter to see “RIP MJ” and ‘Michael Jackson dead’ in the trending topics.

My initial thought was something similar to; I wonder when the jokes will start.

After a while, I realised that jokes about Michael Jackson have been going on for some time. Not since his death which as of writing this was still only less than 24 hours ago!

People had made jokes about the trouble he went through with the accusation that he grew very close to certain children and was accused of child molestation.

Many of you will recognise this photo:

I will admit that when I first saw this picture, I laughed. At that time, something like that was very funny. In light of what happened yesterday, this is now in very poor taste.

That is what this blog post is about. I can’t understand how people who at one point made such snide, vile remarks about a human being can now say things like: “I’m so sad he’s dead, he was such an inspiration to me”. These are the same people who called him ‘Wacko-Jacko’.

I just can’t comprehend how someone can change how they feel about someone as soon as they die!

I just don’t understand…

My sister's are weird...

I promised myself that if I finish this blog and it is of a standard that I deem acceptable, I will wrap my blanket around my feet because they are so cold as I write I feel like I could die.

Today has been alright. I was woken at 6:45 because I didn’t turn off my alarm* which is stupid. After my slumber resumed I was woken up at about 11 by my sister screaming the lyrics to thriller; a song which at any other time of the day would have been acceptable.

Yesterday I had a science exam which was fine. When I got home, my eldest sister was in bed even though she needed to be in work 20 minutes ago. My older but not the oldest sister asked me if I could ask the eldest what time she wanted to leave.

The eldest replied with ‘The train is at 53, but I don’t know’. I don’t know about train times that well but sometime between 51 and 52 minutes passed 10 would be a good time to arrive at the station.

As we leave the older but not the oldest asks the eldest if all of her windows are shut and the eldest starts screaming at both of is ‘Oh what’s the fucking point, for fuck’s sake I always have to do fucking everything.’

I swear. A bit but not a gratuitous amount. If I was to stub my two on the floor I would say something like “crap”. Responding to a question with “fuck” can never be interpreted as a joke so I was anticipating her excuse as to why she was being such a moody cow!

This morning I was properly woken up by my mother who said that the reason the eldest was annoyed was because we were taking too long. What a load of crap! All lies. I’m with the older but not the eldest sister in this argument, as her story is true. The eldest’s story on the other hand is a load of shit.

Tonight I was at a party. It wasn’t really a party but more of a social gathering. My girlfriend was there which was brilliant. I love her. Unfortunately, we don’t get to see each other as often as we’d both like as we are both usually busy doing things like dancing** or travelling.

After a while we got bored and headed back to her house with her sister and we watched Seinfeld; which really was just pure win.

When her sister left the room, she wrote me a note which I will keep in my wallet for sentimental purposes. I won’t write what it says as it is private.

The last few times we had met we had been very friendly and hugged a bit and kissed and held hands. This time we only hugged and I miss her more now.

Oh well! Before this starts to sound desperate and needy I shall wrap it up, along with my legs which feel frozen!

I hope you have a great life!

See you in the future

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*I live about 5 minutes away from my school which starts at 8:30. Why I need to be up so early I do not know!
**She dances. I don’t.

Here we go!

So this is it. My blog. I haven't decided if this will be a daily thing or just something I do every so often. Of course there are pros and cons for both options:
-Doing one everyday means I will have less time to do other stuff...
-Doing one every so often means I won't have any flow...
-Doing one everyday means I can keep my followers up to date with what is happening...
-Doing one every so often means I'll have more time to focus of other things...
The list goes on...

But for the moment, I will only be doing them every so often as I am too busy to be doing a blog every single day!
The reason as to why I started a Blog is that I enjoy writing and I enjoy communicating with other people so this seemed like the best thing to do.
I make videos on YouTube under the name LemondropSoldier. Over the course of about 4 months I have managed to gain nearly 100 subscribers, which, in comparison to other YouTubers, may not seem like a lot, but to me; it is monolithic!
So, before I sign off there are some things that people will need to know:

I am 16
I live in South East England
I enjoy music
I have many hobbies
I have a wife in Canada who isn't actually my wife but is in Canada
I have a girlfriend who I cherish and will most likely go on about quite often
I am short

And so as we come to the end of this post, we are told of the rules of Blog Club
1st Rule of Blog Club - Tell everyone you know of this blog!
And that is it!
I hope you have a great life!

See you in the future

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