As long as there will be rain...

...there will be clear skies after. Hope that's true for my sake, as my Thursday/Friday/Saturday will be spent being very cold and getting very wet. Today's blog comes to you in several sections: pondering, pissed off, and... um, some other word beginning with p. P-amusing?

PONDERING
Life gets ups and downs, but it'll always be better. I guess you've just to grin and bear the rain and wait for the sunshine afterwards. Or just find a way to get yourself some instant sunshine, talking to friends or listening to a favourite song.

In other unimportant news, I frequently end up in awkward conversations. I just got the following tweet from a friend o'mine, Zak:
"personally one would think that gay guys would like skinnier cocks. less chance of hemmeroids that way"
And I have no clue how the hell to reply. Perhaps, "not being a gay guy, I wouldn't know either way"? I always have to be kinda careful about what I say to him though as he's going through some tough times - the rain. But apparently my English optimism always cheers him up.
Edit - now we are discussing my sexuality. I can summarise by the way my friend described her sexuality: "I like pretty people". Screw if they're male or female, so long as they're pretty, musically talented and nice people, I'll probably like them. That said, I don't like every pretty, musical person I know... Yeah, I'mma shut up about that now and go onto something else.

I've made so many new friends, and - weirdly - a lot of them actually seem to genuinely like me. I find this incredible, and very strange. Some of them, without any prompts, have just randomly said they love me and they're glad I'm friends with them. I'm normally the person saying that, and to have it the other way round is really touching.

PISSED OFF
Now I have an Ethics presentation to continue all about poverty. Dear overpaid footballers: you get £160,000 a week for kicking a ball around. Do us a favour and give that to the 90% or so of the global population who do real work and get appitance for it. I don't care if it means you can't afford a new car, there are people out there who can't afford to EAT. And dear all governmnets everywhere: sort it out, mmkay?

I'm studying the Arms Trade. It's really rather depressing. The small arms trade feeds off vulnerability; people don't have money, and that makes them feel weak. So what do they do? They buy something to protect themselves; arms. Crime rates rise through illegal trade, and with crime comes injury and death and a whole vicious cycle of poverty. And the global arms trade - well, it's one of the most expensive industries in the world. Governments, especially those of poorer countries, are spending so much on weaponry that their people are suffering. Godammit, it's like the Cold War all over again. Spending billions of weapons you'll never use and bankrupting your nation means a lower standard of living, higher poverty rates and general doominess for all involved.

ON A LIGHTER NOTE...
I... um... Dammit, I'm so pissed off thinking about the arms trade that I'mma have to shut up now and do my ethics! Seriously, governments, what the hell? You need food, not more friggin missiles!

We just have to try and understand the problems from the past and make it through all the bloody problems we're facing now, because tomorrow can only be better.

When I was a kid I filled bottles with messages of hope
Now I wake up clutching broken glass
Cause all my questions have been answered by the flood
Even those I never asked

All the storms that I've seen
Are countless reasons not to believe
But I know that as long as there will be rain
There will be clear skies after

Every day under the sky I stood, arms raised in imitation
Watching birds in flight
Now I'm older youth has passed me by
But I'll keep reaching till I get what's mine

All the storms that I've seen
Are countless reasons not to believe
But I know that as long as there will be rain
There will be clear skies after

No matter how far I go
I know that you are by my side
Together we'll see this through
As long as I am still alive

All the storms that I've seen
Are countless reasons not to believe
But I know that as long as there will be rain
There will be clear skies after

There will be rain, there will be clear skies after
There will be rain, there will be clear skies after