I've fucked up my right lung!

Hello my facebook-ing, link clicking, nosey, disciples.

I was planning on doing these more often than I have been, but I'm not going to lie, I have better things to be doing most of the time than spending time and effort into letting people know what the hell I get up to in my life. (apart from right now)

Yesterday I did something that is quite possibly in the top 10 stupid things that I've done in my life (this includes turning down drumming for the wombats, having three of my teeth in my hand and nailing my form tutor. *sorry in advance if you're reading this Miss. F, still, I gotta milk it though!?*)

Anyway, I was just casually at work doing my thang when as I was emptying a waste toner cartridge from a photocopier I managed to inhale a load of it. Waste toner is a horrible black powdery substance that turns into a cloud of black smoke as soon as it is disturbed, it's made of 90% black carbon I believe. Apparently it is made up of tiny microscopic needles and they have embedded in my right lung!

So after a trip to Torbay A&E including x rays, blood oxygen level tests and some other shit, turns out there's fuck all they can do. I now have a constant annoying pain in my chest right next to my heart and I can't breathe properly. Fun times!


After my last blog I had a lot of comebacks to me about my rant on the difficulty of the driving test. Apparently most learner drivers or people who have literally just passed their test completely disagree with me, but then everyone who has been driving over a year and ISN'T a retard behind the wheel agrees with me. So I know I'm right, just the people who it was targeted at won't agree with me until they're out of my catchment area, ah well.

I'm going to keep this short (ish) as I want to watch this Avatar film my uncle has just given me on DVD but I've just realised I haven't really moaned alot about anything in this blog so I'll do that now.

I realised something the other day that genuinely did annoy me a bit.

Right, I'm not saying my beliefs on this are right, nor am I saying anyone else's are wrong, but I do not believe in an after life, I can solely, hand on heart, say that I believe when I die, that is it. Bam. Dead. Rotting corpse I become.

The annoying thing about this for me is that I would love to be able to go and talk to a Christian after I die and say, "well well well, turns out there is no afterlife, there is no heaven and God really doesn't exist, I bet you feel stupid now don't you?". But obviously as far as I'm concerned, I'll never be able to do this. Whereas this works brilliantly for Christians, or anyone for that matter that believes in any kind of after life. This is because if it turns out they are correct, they can laugh in my face and make me look like an idiot, and if they're wrong, they'll never have to face me, as we'll all be rotting particles in the ground!

I'd like to dedicate that above paragraph to Thomas Andrew Gordon, as I know he gets much joy out of that little realisation I had outside Exeter Tesco's the other day.

I thought I'd end this entry on a high note and reveal to the world that it looks like in a few weeks time I'll be moving out of my parents house and into a flat with a dude from work. Which will be pretty sweet! No idea where it'll be yet, but it'll be pimpin'.

I'd like to leave you with this picture I've just found of me and Gordo clearly dicking around on what looks to be dartmoor, years ago. Enjoy.

My first ever blog.

Hello whatever idiotic moron you may be for reading this. As you may or may not know my name is Dave Mooney, I'm 20 years old and I've never made anything like this before.

Right I know this is starting off with a rant but I just want to make it clear now that if I do find the time and effort to keep up with this thing I do promise to keep as it as none emo and emotional as possible, I have read a fair few of other peoples and all they seem to go on about is being mis-understood and about how shit their life is. I will not do this.

I do not believe in fate, I do not believe in a God, I do not believe in a creator and I most certainly do not believe that what goes around comes around. Due to my sheer lack of faith it makes me ponder over the thought that these people who rant about their shit life on these blogs really do seem to think that it's not their fault that their lives suck?! It has always baffled me how people seem to not realise that their life has been made by themselves.

Anyway, enough of the deep stuff, I'm too tired for that as it's bang on midnight right now and that means I have work in 9 hours time.

I plan to keep this as a log for all my crazy ideas, thoughts ponderings ect so that in time to come I can look back on them and see how right I was about the world, because lets face it, I'm probably wrong.

Today's:

One thing today that puzzled me slightly; right, my younger sister who is 17 years old passed her driving test about a month or so ago and today she finally got a car and got it insured so that she can legally be part of the driving community in her own vehicle, all well and good. Just to help her out a bit, my Mum said that she'd go out with her and just drive on some main roads so she can build up a little bit of confidence, once they got back, I said I wanted a lift somewhere (got to milk it whilst they're still addicted to driving) but I was refused due to her confidence and ability not being good enough to go into a quiet town centre. Which is fine, I'm not having a go at her, but what I don't get is that she has successfully passed a test to say that she can drive on her own, anywhere in the UK, maybe even the world saying that. So surely she should have been able to drive me into town? When I passed my test I genuinely thought I was going to crash and then after a few days I felt fine and confident, turns out I am one of the lucky few that has never written a car off. But if me (a confident little shit) can be edgy about driving on my own and then my sister turns down the idea of driving through a town then maybe they aren't teaching people to a decent enough standard? As much as at the time of taking my test I thought it was really difficult I have come to learn that even if you pass your test and get a license, you are still shit at driving. My point is in all this is that I think we should make tests harder and more sophisticated and by doing this, less people will be on the roads (filtering out the retards), less crashes would happen, it would give driving instructors more business, therefore boosting the economy slightly and finally we could possibly even raise the speed limit as the shit people would no longer be there to fuck it all up for us and park their car in a tree.

I do have many different theories and inventions I've thought of and I do intend to share these with whoever the nosey prick that you are through these blogs at some point. A lot of them are quite intense, like for instance my theory on how things should never be able to touch each other, no matter how close two objects are together, you can always half the distance between them. I'll explain in a lot more detail in the entries to come.

I also have very different thoughts on ghosts, the after life and even the idea of infinity. But these aren't for today.

Right I think I've waffled on for long enough now, I reckon I'll make another one of these at some point and I'll have a different random topic to talk about and it wont be about how mis-understood I am or how shit my life is.

I want to leave with this picture of Saturn, the sixth planet from the Sun and the second largest in our solar system. It is a real picture taken from the Hubble telescope, it's crazy to think that that is an actual photograph of something way way bigger than the planet we live on itself.

Good night you dicks.