| Great Expectations Vol.2. |
[Oct. 10th, 2005|06:29 pm] |
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| | The Lucky Nine | ] |
My brother is the next Charles Dickens, just read...
Chapter 1:- horror tree discovered
one lightening night spy's got ready for there job well instead of spying they were discovering. juth eneything that was eyecathing. And they discovered the red wood tree of horrors. And evrything that was dead aud terryfying came alive just like that. And enything alive that toushid that that tree would become a skeleton. When evrything was supposed to be dead and came alive on the evil side. When evrything came alive the actool tree came alive. and picked up the spy's. But then at least it was avidio. A good guy called Mr Burns. But the next night Mr Burns was practicing for a copy of that vidio and found a tree with loads of. skletons on it.
That is the end of Chapter 1. Chapter 2 is called "freaindy releast." Then it stops, he didn't bother to write Chapter 2.
I dunno about you but I'm in tension. Real tension. I'm dying for Chapter 2 to come out just so I can find out about the welfare of Mr Burns and the vidio. Enthralling stuff.
One of the greatest storytellers in the making right under our roof, folks. You better believe it. It actually inspires to get off my ass and do something equally creative. -nod- |
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| Taller Than Yesterday. |
[Oct. 2nd, 2005|06:09 pm] |
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| | Thrice | ] |
It may just be my imagination but I'm convinced that Billinge Hill is taller today, than it was yesterday. And the day before that. And so on. It's slightly sad to see a geographical work of art (it was, you knowsit) engineered into to a flat plateau looking piece of shit. The famous box that stood atop the hill is hardly visible anymore =(. At least it means that when Emily and I run up it we have further to run than before. Heh.
Onto my life, which is kinda compulsory when writing in a journal. But I don't really have anything new to report, at all. I'm not self pitying or anything like that, just for the record, I just don't actually have anything exciting to tell you about or if I did, something that you, as the audience would find interesting. I wake up, go to college, come home, spend time with Amy, friends occasionally and listen to Everytime I Die in excess amounts. Rinse, lather and repeat. This may be why entries are becoming fewer and further between, or maybe just because I can't be arsed, but I know you can understand that.
Something that did happen was one day I went to Manchester with Liz and Ben [who rock], and we wandered round loads and Ben ended up wasting £9 on a Mr T keyring with 6 buttons, and each button was set to a different Mr T phrase. So for instance, when you pressed one, it said "Shut it fool!" or whatever it was. But this, times six. 2 minutes later he said "the effect is wearing off now," and he realised that he'd completely blown £9. What was even funnier was that he didn't care. I know it doesn't sound funny, but it's one of those moments where you had to be there, and no matter how entertaining I try to make the story, it will never appear to be funny, so that is that.
Something that is annoying is how much fuss Winstanlians make of my ear piercing. First of all, its only a 10mm, it's not like it occupies my whole ear lobe or anything. And they're like "OMGZZZ why did you put that in your ear?" or "OMGZZZ take it out so I can see how big it is," (as an order, not "will you...blahdiblah?") which is marginally annoying. I know that this isn't really the point, but I don't ask them why they ate so much rice pudding that their chins began to elongate away from their faces, or why they speak like complete cunts. I know that I'm in a cynical mood now, but I did learn that images are a powerful thing, and so many judgements are made solely on the way you look or how you present yourself - and these judgements seem more prominent at Winstanley than ever before in my life.
That being said, people seem to have more confidence over here, and they seem to make an effort to want to know you moreso than in Rainford, and I have met a few jewels so far - and if they bother to read this (which I doubt) I will specifically name them. All 3 come from Culcheth High School which is in Warrington, which judging from the people who come from that school is a nice place to come from. One is called Dave, like me, and has curly hair, just like me, but more so. One is called Pat, and he is so friendly it's untrue. And one is call Rachel, who, for being a girly girl, is really cool.
Another thing I've notice recently is my total lack of imagination. Whether it be in real life, or when writing something down, or whether it be on MSN, whatever; I'm just generally stuck for things to say. On MSN I've resorted to the mandatory "Hows you?" (or equivalent where needed) but in real life there is no such luxury, so I just stand around and say not much. How cool.
Oh, and I made an avatar of me with a tar black face and platinum blonde hair, which I like. Even though it's gothicxcore as. But you get on with it dontcha?
And also, Vheissu leaked, and I like it. |
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| Since last time... |
[Sep. 18th, 2005|05:26 pm] |
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| | Yesterdays Rising | ] |
My life is brilliant, my love is pure, and all that.
Since last time, I've done a few things. We had a sleepover at my house, which Adam and Emily traveled up for. We went bowling and Emily won much to my dissapointment, after walking round Manchester and being stupid & immature. Jonny, Fagan and I bought Unforgiven 2004, which if you didnt know is a World Wrestling E (whatever the E stands for) pay per view. On that note, is anyone interested in watching WWE Survivor Series at the MEN Arena? True, its £45 a ticket, but what price is that to see fat men grapple each others asses and use cool moves (like the Stone Cold Stunner)...? ahem.
So anyway, we arrived home and ordered a curry, which came being lots more hot than it was supposed to be, so me and Adam battled our way through eating a volcanically hot curry whilst Emily and Amy pissed themselves. I did too, once I had finished my curry ,and Adam had not,because at that point I could afford to point and laugh, as my mouth wasnt on fire anymore. At this point, my empathy value was set to zero. =)
We got a bit drunk, and we laughed a lot. And we tried to watch American Beauty, but we couldnt concentrate. And then everyone went to bed, and I played on Championship manager 5, and won more games than I lost (obviously).
Next day, Amy, Emily, Adam and I went to Liverpool which was, quite frankly, boring. I bought an Everton kit, which was about the highlight of my trip. We then came home, watched the 40 Yr Old Virgin in the cinemas, which was funny, and the comedic value was justfully increased by the fact that the 'loser' played a close parallel with Fagan who was sat two seats to my left.
We then went back to mine and embarked on the party. Jonny was knocking back the alcohol pretty early on, and within about 20 minutes of being in the house you could see the difference in his behaviour. It was funny. Emily and Amy werent doing so bad also.
Josh arrived at about 11 o'clock, which was a pleasent surprise. So that made 8 of us: myself, Dave, Emily, Adam, Josh, Amy, Fagan and Jonny.
We were loud - which more or less goes as standard. Emily and Jonny and Amy continued to drink and got slightly higher than the rest. We also got the poppers and passed that round in excess and I tried to feed Jonny my cannabis, but I couldnt find it, so I couldnt. Amy then started to fall over, which fits the chemical equation present at every 'party' that includes alcohol.
Amy + Alcohol ---> Amy Falling Over
Here, the form of chemical reaction is ionic, with electrons being stripped off Amy's outer shell of electrons, causing Amy to form a positive ion, and the alcohol gains these electrons to get a full outer shell of electrons. This causes an instable compound, and so, Amy falls over.
So the rest of the people went on a midnight walk, considerably after midnight, and I carried Amy to bed and then rang Adam to see where they were, and they had walked half way across Billinge, so I ran after them to find them. Then we came home again, and that was that. Emily and Jonny curled up on the couch for the rest of the night, Dave and Josh and Fagan went about their usual business, just slightly more hyperactive than usual. Josh also found a piece of perspex on his 'midnight walk' and rolled it up and was bellowing down it, which was fun, which we used to attempt to wake Adam up the next day. Adam got sad, and I got a bit sad, because Amy got very abusive. Fun.
I dyed Josh's hair pink, and Adam's hair. Adam's looked good, and so did Josh's in a severely 80s punk rock way, but in all fairness it was a bit TOO pink. It was funny. It was obviously an unfair marketing ploy though, because the box said it was red dye, which it obviously wasn't, and I know I mixed it right, -does angel face- It was similar to 'Covonia....cough medicine with "Clout" '. I mean, really, what the fuck is 'clout?' I highly doubt it is a pharmaceutical term made with a benzine ring.
Jonny and I also ate a curry, which was supposed to be hot, like really hot, but wasn't as hot as the night previously. But was still somewhat fun although I felt ripped off, as the 5 chilli rating was obviously an unfair marketing ploy. Similar to "Red Bull Gives You Wings."
So all in all, 2 shit products in one day, I was feeling a bit ripped off, but not to worry. =)
Then next day, everyone went home. I knocked on for Jake, but he wasnt in. I later next week said to him "Adz knocked on for you, LMAO" which was amusing.
Since then, I have started Winstanley College, which has been okay, had a birthday, which was okay, and fallen out with my mum, which has been crap. I'm enrolled for Maths, Further Maths, Chemistry and Psychology. My only complaint is that two blocks of Maths seems too much, but hopefully I'll adjust to that quickly, or else I might consider swapping, which I don't really want to do. =(
It might also be something to do with one of the two modules we are studying being total wank. Decision 1 isnt even maths, it sucks jungle dick, and deep throats it to hell.
I don't want to go home. =\ |
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| GCSE Results and a few days worth of entries. |
[Aug. 25th, 2005|12:53 pm] |
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| | Boysetsfire | ] |
Today I got my GCSE results, after a long time of waiting. They went as follows:-
Biology - A
Business Studies - A
Chemistry - A
D&T Food Technology - A
English - A*
English Lit. - A
Geography - A*
Mathematics - A
Physics - B
Religion - B
Spanish - B
I'm quite happy, especially as Dave got into Winstanley. I was scared for an hour or two he didn't get the grades, but he did, so all is good. I think I would have liked a * in Maths, especially as I'm wanting to do double maths, but hey, I did ok.
Since last time, I went on a holiday to Center Parcs and went to Sheffield to watch Everytime I Die, who were trés bonne. We then went to Loughborough, drunken, and slept at Tom's house after trying to leapfrog a springy road bollard and pissing in someone's front garden. It was fun.
On Tuesday we went to Bad Religion, ate hot sweets with Ben and Liz and ice cream. Ben's beard is back folks. Bad Religion were okay, but the drumming is well samey. They played about 5/6 songs I knew, fun.
Yesterday, after much bad planning, we ended up at the cinema watching The Island, which was a good film. It is actually so very very similar to Minority report, and a few of the other 'running fugitive' films you see so much of, but overall very enjoyable and I'd reccomend it.
Later today, I have to enroll at Winstanley.
After seeing I got A* in English and Geography, and only A in Maths, this has made me reconsider my post for doing Double Maths. However, I think I'm going to apply for Double Maths to start off with, as I've figured that Double Maths would be much harder to catch up with than the other two. So I'm going to enroll for Double Maths, Graphic Design and Chemistry, and if Double Maths and Graphic Design seem hard and unenjoyable then I have two to fall back on that I can definately do. And I think I'd like to do Law a bit also, but hey hey.
Bye kids. |
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| One month, a load of sameyness. |
[Aug. 3rd, 2005|01:20 am] |
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Okay, so this is officially the longest gap my journal ever suffered. I think it's going to die. But maybe we might find a real-life alternative to 'Dewberry Revival' for my journal, which on Neopets, heals your pet back to full hit points. Even if you have 1056HP. Sweet.
I really dont know where to start. As I haven't for the last few entries. This must be really really lame to read. Like having to listen to a politician who offers only a flawed view of events or misses a lot of points out. However, we live in a country where that happens so no big deal eh?
I did have my prom. It was nice seeing everyone again together for one last time. However, the whole setting was somewhat dampened by the fact that me and Steven needed a wee and weren't given permission to go. This was probably worsened for Steven, who came in a kilt. The meal was average.
After the meal, Amy and I danced, and all our 'clan' took it in turns to wind up an exceedingly anxious Mrs.Ridd.
We then, (Jonny included - after a lot of arguing, and an angry mother turning up trying to usher him away) went into town to go clubbin'! Ste went home to take his kilt off, and the other 3 kidders walked round town in their dinner suits. Amy, Ste and I buggered off because they were being childish in Asda, and went to Maloneys. Ste had a lemonade, because he's straight-edge, me and Amy had a vodka and lemonade, classily mixed by the people behind the bar.
We then went to Panama Joes. Me and Amy started drinking shots, and got through about 7 between us. I insisted Ste had one, and broke the habit of a lifetime. He did. We also met up with Josh and Dave and Fagan and Jonny. Fagan bought us a round, because he's one, very nice, and two, rich.
Ste's dad then dropped me and Amy off at her house - where we had a nice sleep. For about 6 hours.
Went to my house to next day, and rented Creep from Blockbuster which terrified Amy. My mum also made me and Amy laugh by ordering two cards for me and Stephen and put our real ages down, which means I can no longer buy 18s from Blockbuster, and Stephen cant rent an 18, ever, until he is actually 18.
Erm, also, Jake came round one day. And I said his hair looked a mess and asked if I could cut it. He abliged. So I made a mess of it. We then went and watched Enter Shikari live, who were bouncy and fun, and combine rock and trance really really well. Yea.
Another day, me and Jake made Pina Colada, and tried to limbo a waterhose. Except when Jake limboed I zapped him in the face. Sometimes it's more fun to not play by the rules.
Also, twice this month, me and Amy have ended up in Waterstones reading books. Fun.
I've also been, just like last month, torn apart over AS level courses. It's Winstanley's fault for offering forty. I also had an enchanting MSN conversation with Matty Banks, who will also be coming to Winstanley. I have noted that he is definately going to be adding to the friendly college atmosphere.
Amy went to Ibiza this week, so I've been all alone. Me and Dave did have a cinema outing and a sleepover on Sunday though. We went to watch 'The Descent' which was actually terrifying, and in retrospect it was better taking Dave as opposed to Amy. She would have cried.
We then sat around and ate pizza, drank milk, and played games on Pro Evolution Soccer, usually ones which consisted of either of us playing with the team 'Tunisia' against amazing teams, like Brazil. We had fun.
Also, lastly, I'm hoping to go to France next week with Ste. If it all goes to plan should be quite fun.
I also know I missed loads of days out. They were either boring, good but not an awful lot to talk about happened, or I forgot that they were good. Whichever.
LOVE. X |
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| A Party, A Few Dodgy Train Rides, A Lot Of Rain, Some Coasters, A Smelly Bathroom & A Bowling Alley. |
[Jul. 8th, 2005|12:59 am] |
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Okay. My last week has been one of the better weeks of my life. I would say Top 40 'Best Weeks'.
Friday, Me and Amy went to Manchester to buy a book each to take down to Loughborough, but bumped into Jake at Urbis. Because he's scene. *does scene pose just for jake*
He'd bought lots of cans of a drink called Snogg, which was a ginger drink. He got 20+ cans of it for a pound so that was cool. We ran around and sprayed it at each other and got sticky, and then washed in the infamous Urbis fountain. It tasted of salt.
Then me and Amy trundled off to Waterstones, before buying 'Broken Prey' by 'John Sandford'. After about 2 hours of debating. Because everyone knows I'm indecisive. However, as of now, the quality of this book is holding up and it's nice to read.
Saturday, was Eddy Kirby's party. I wasn't in a good mood come 4 o'clock, but I went to Amy's, we walked to The Shires, and then to Asda to buy chilli coated salami, grease stick, jelly babies and pistachio nuts. Went back to Eddy's, picking up a rag doll on the way.
Then Amy started drinking, and I did too and stuff. By the end I got very drunk, and Nell was very funny and made my night very enjoyable, in a weird sort of way. We did lots of silly things, lots of which were, in retrospect, bad. Like eating lots of dried pasta, and shoveling charcoal over his fence using a burger flipper. I now look back on that and feel both stupid and guilty, but at the time, it was funny and therefore seemed like a good idea. But meh, I can't turn back time now.
Amy and I also jumped on Marc who had passed out. lol. It was funny.
Next morning, after waking home and arguing and being bitchy, the headache kicked in, and the nausea. I didn't enjoy Sunday. I spent most of it feeling inside out. Then Amy's mum made us a chicken casserole, which could be variety of words, but I think 'disgusting' conveys it quite well. We pushed it around our plates a bit and laughed at it.
Monday morning, packed up, got everything ready, got cash and rode down to Loughborough. Ended up arriving in Sheffield about 45 mins later than scheduled due to the poorness of public transport. We then had a mad dash for a train which was amusing, caught the train and then arrived in Loughborough around 7pm. Walked down a big road towards the centre, saw Adam and Swerve coming the opposite way - it was a strange sensation I tell yee. The CS trio were united once and for all. =)
We then ended up at Sainsburys, and bought pistachio's, celery and some refrigerated wrap thing cause I was hungee. I also opened the gift brought by Swerve who said he could get REALLY strong alcohol in Holland and we arranged that he could bring me some. Needless to say, it was SMIRNOFF VODKA 40%, which even us britainers can actually outdo, and I now cannot drink anymore hardly without spitting it everywhere. lol. But it's the thought that counts, and it was incredibly kind to do that, so thankyou Swerve.
We walked to our B&B then, sharing the pistachios as we walked, and creating a nut line as I did just two days previously. Arrived at the B&B, we were greeted by a grumpy man who was called 'Cosmo.' He made a few bad sarcastic jokes and was very unfriendly generally, his joke was something about a door or something like that.
We then decided to go bowling in Leicester, so we did. We drove through Quorn (:D:D:D) and bumped around a lot on the top deck of a bus, and got lost before arriving at the bowling alley to play bowling. I then fought a virtual bull and kinda lost comprehensively. It was very fun, we laughed a lot, and me and Emily got in a big ten pin bowling rivalry. I won, of course. By 12 points. Adam and Amy came second, Swerve third, Emily fourth and Tom a humble last if I remember ok. But we had much fun, really really fun, so thats all that matters. It's not the winning that counts, it's the taking part that matters..... yeah right Emz.. =P
We then went back to Loughborough, ate a pizza. Then I got the stupidest idea ever, in the history of Dave ever. Which is pretty fucking good really.
I decided to ingest 5 days worth of Oestrogen pills, downed with vodka - in hope to grow titties. It didn't work, just made me feel shitty the next day - although we cannot confirm nor deny this, so yeah... Luckily, everything is still in working order down below and I have no titties, even though I REALLY want them.
REALLY want them enough to go back to the B&B and wear a bra.
Next morning, woke up after about 3 hours sleep. I felt shit, and our bathroom smelled.
We then hiked our asses over to Loughborough station and got our tickets and then went to Alton, via two stops. The bus ride from Uttoxeter to Alton was the WORST, I spent the whole time wanting to vomit, but resisted the urge, as otherwise my vomit would have coated the residents of an overpacked bus. Got to Alton, walked to Rita, the fresh air did me good, and soon I was feeling much better and unoestrogenised.
We rode a bit, I got into a bad mood lasting about 2 hours, maybe a bit more, in typical Dave stylé, but my mood was broken by the runaway mine train in which me and Tom tried to grab leaves - lol.
It then rained. And rained. And we got soaked. And as we were all equipped for summer weather this didn't make things all TOO happy, but yeah. We had a nice day of coaster riding though really, just wished that the weather hadn't have messed up so much. It did mean that the greatest thing ever was discovered by Wills, whom, in the gents toilet put the hairdryer up his top so it blew up. It was a great feeling, really. Almost orgasmic. Maybe that's a bit far, but seriously, try it. Get so wet and cold and shivery it hurts, then give yourself the blowdry treatment - you'll never look back...
Urm, then we got the last ride of the day on both Corkscrew and Rita whilst Amy and Emz went to get food. woo.
Went back to the B&B, via Long Eaton train station, shivered like hell there, I nearly died!!!
So thats two bad expeiriences at Long Eaton by the way, illness and cold. Just for the count.
We then showered, got warm, lay in bed, and I got anaemically lethargic. I was fed vitamins by Amy though, which usually kick in in about 20 minutes and then I was allright again - so yeah... :)
Emily, Amy and I then went to an Indian restraunt. Amy being the typically common british person she is ordered scampi, whereas the fat fucker Asian in Dave ordered an arkhali bahar, pilau rice, 3 onion bhajis, 2 poppadoms and mango chutney, and some peshwari nan. And I ate it all. Emily ate vegetable stuff, cause she's vegetarian, innit?
I walked out, having stolen a napkin inadvertently, yuh. I ran back to give it back, bumping in to a worker on my way, who shrugged and threw it into the gutter when I handed it him. Fair enough, I though.
Bussed it to Adam's grandma's - & saw the legendary Trueway Drive. We then laughed a lot and talked about anything and everything. I've not been as amused in a long time, it was a nice environment where you knew everyone's prescene in the room was wanted and counted for something. It was an awesome atmosphere, and is something that I don't see enough of, and is something I am going to miss. :(
We also laughed at Tom's ride, which consisted of a 400ft downward helix. Zoom. LMAO
We then caught a taxi back to Cosmo's hideout.
Slept for a few hours, woke up next day next to a very smelly bathroom [burst pipe or something], had breakfast, served by an equally smelly host, and then checked out & trekked to Emily's.
We then chopped up some barbies, and Amy, Emily and Swerve cooked grated cheese on pasta whilst Adam and I slept upstairs. We also named two teddies, "Herald" and "Best" which were sat on Emily's fireplace. I took a particular liking to "Best" because he was the 'best'. We made them have teddy sex, and Emily said I could keep him. It was such a kind action it actually brought a tear to my eye.
Then it was time to go. So back to Loughborough we went, caught a train to Long Eaton where the train was late, fucking up our whole route. Thats the 3rd bad thing that happened at that station too, so yeah, Long Eaton is shite and cursed. This then threw our whole route off, we were then given false information by a ticket man, which meant us sticking to our route when we should have carried on to Birmingham New Street where we could have caught a train dead easy. Instead we ended up getting off at Tamworth, being told the next train to Wigan was in 3 hours, and the next one to anywhere close was to Liverpool Lime St in 90 minutes. I was angry, in true Dave stylé. The customer services man however paid for us to get a taxi to Lichfield and then a train to Crewe then to Wigan. Arrived 1.46 minutes late, which as it is 2 hours, any complaint is void as much as I'd love to. It's a mini adventure.
Slept till 2 today. woo. Then heard the bad news, phoned Adam straight away cause I knew it'd fuck with Swerve's travelling plans. So he's waiting till tomorrow.
The shit that happened in London hurt me to be honest, but this journal entry is kinda long as it is, and Ben explained my thoughts better than I could. I swear everything that was addressed in his journal, had crossed my mind also, I'm just not bright enough to put thoughts and feelings into words as he can. So yeah. Cheers Ben.
So yeah, everyone that was involved in this trip, and making it fun, thankyou.
I've made a 'friend' in Tom, who is a great guy. Both humorous and kind, and someone who I really got on with.
Emily was a fantastic host, and for giving me that teddy and paying for bus fares when Amy and I were short on cash, and for sorting out the B&B in the first place.
Adam and Swerve are my coaster buddies and will always remain in my heart for that - none of this would have been possible if we hadn't have bumped into each other in that online community, and I'm very grateful to you for that.
Wills, who came to Alton with us, and didn't look down on me like I would have expected him to after all the goings on online.
And also for Amy, who without her my train journeys would have been even more unfulfilling, boring and stressful - and for being someone whom, without, I would be quite lost.
I will actually miss you. The feelings of 'missing' are stronger now than they will be next week, but they'll always be there, no matter how strong or feint, and I hope we meet again sometime.
Thank you. |
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| Hey again |
[Jun. 30th, 2005|11:50 pm] |
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Hey again. I'm back to the wonderful world of LJ, where you people like to bitch and stuff. Well erm... yeah, hi.
I hate to be cliché but... EXAMS ARE OVER WOOOOO....
Shame I don't really mean it all that much.
Exams are fun in parts, to go in and do your best and see how you compare against other people; and I know I'm a geek, but some of the exams were actually quite fun to complete, such as Maths papers, which are always fun, and Food, the majority of which I spent in a fit of laughter at my hilariously funny cheesecake design. All in all, I've done fine, am confident I've done fine because I'm a big-head and so therefore I'm allowed to say these things. I won't have done as well as some, but that's to be expected in everything you do in life, so I'm not too disheartened, nor do I think I'll be when results day comes aorund. The only hard bit about Year 11 so far has been trying to decide which AS levels to take. I want to take 8, maybe I just have a stupidly big thirst for learning but if I had could stop time like Hermoine Granger can in one of the Harry Potter books then I'd do it. Would do 8. But I can't, so I'm going to have to think & think & think & think until I'm fully decided on four. Not that you care anyway, why are you even reading this?
Without exams and Jake, I'm bored. I do actually miss his company, and I didn't think I would that much because I thought we'd still hang out even though we didn't catch the same bus anymore. However, I'm really lacking motivation to lug my ass up to his house all the time like I used to, and I know he feels the same. It's a shame, I'm really in the mood to do something really stupid like we used to, like to cheesegrate a fully, working, compatible pair of £8 Zantos jeans from Matalan; or to buy Bovril and take it to school. =( Meh. Fun times.
Anyway, all in all, I'm ok. Without exams though and anything to put my mind towards I ain't doing a lot.I'm doing a lot of reading, I have read the whole Tom Thorne series now, it's abitphit. I also have slept a lot, and watched a lot of tennis. I'm also trying to focus a lot of my attention on writing a novel, but progress is fucking slow. All in all though, the feedback from people I've sent what I've done to is good, which is encouraging and motivating.
I got a plastic ear plug which smells almost as foul as the bleach that was used to dye my hair scenester colourish, which occured also last week, as you can see from my avatar. It's probably "pose ay" but whatever.
Last week I also went swimming for the first time in ages. It wasn't as good as I was hoping it was going to be because the diving boards were shut unbeknownst to me, but it was fun in the end. We wrestled some, and laughed a lot, especially at Dave slapping his fod against the water and my terrible botched up attempt at a running backflip off the side of the pool.
I like yellow.
This next week should be quite good. A party on saturday, following into a hangover on Sunday. Then we're jetting off to Loughborough to meet SHORTY, EMILY, ADZ and WILLS. :D
Shorty is Swerve if you didn't know, who is bringing me a gift.
I think that's about all I can be arsed to write. Late. x |
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| Can anyone say... G-E-E-K? |
[Jun. 14th, 2005|11:47 am] |
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| | Boysetsfire | ] |
Again, I haven't updated in ages. I'm not even sure why I do this anymore, cause I don't really like doing it. But yeah... that's why updates are few and far between; sorry!
Soooo.... um. I can't even remember when I last updated. Some time during last week methinks, but it wasn't a proper one. So basically, now, cause I'm a perfectionist I'm going to struggle to remember everything I did since... forever. So just fuck that, seriously.
Last week I did exams.
Did ok for the most part I think - did a really good first bit of creative writing, even by my standards (:P) and have a feeling I did REALLY well on the Geography paper too. The other ones I'm not as confident about, but don't think I let myself down too bad.
Didn't do much else that week.
I read 'Lazybones' for the second time, which is a really good book. I still have a book token to spend that I got for Christmas so me and Amy agreed that we'd go on Saturday and spend AGES choosing a book in Waterstones (BEST SHOP EVAARRRR), but I'll probably spend ages and buy 'Lifeless' by Mark Billingham anyway, because it's a good series, therefore resulting in a big waste of time. I'm currently reading 'The Burning Girl' which is 4th in the series. Lazybones was the 3rd. *GEEK*
Oooo... on Friday I watched Chris's band play at the Citadel. They were kinda good. =)
Jake made me laugh by stealing a ticket out of some random's pocket.
And me and Amy got a bit drunk, and missed the last buses on purpose. So then we got a taxi, and taught us what a 'quack' was, it's a doctor apparantely. Now you see, I would have completely forgot he taught me that, I was a bit drunk at the time, but yesterday, it was referenced in the book I was reading so I remembered. End of story. So Amy got to sleep at my house - Dad couldn't for the life of him understand why she'd arrived a whole 3 hours earlier than usual when she was around at 9.30 the next morning. Hehe, he's sweet.
Saturday, we did some chemistry sat on my bed. (our lives are going quickly downhill)
We then went to the Walker Art Gallery in Liverpool. I would have liked it, but the floorboards squeaked and I didn't like that. =(
No, but seriously, it was better than I thought it would be. It's kinda strange how many famous paintings were in Liverpool, that I had no idea were kept here. The portraits of Elizabeth I and Henry VIII are there, the famous ones, so well worth going for any historians amongst us (Ben, Liz - although I don't think Ben'll go because we already established he doesn't like Liverpool, haha.)
Amy bought some earrings, which jangle, and are annoying. I bought some Ribena which gives me mouthburn.
We then got the bus back - god knows why, cos it takes forever. We also managed to get placed on a very squeaky bus, that was doing my head in by the time we got to Prescot Road.
Ooooo... that reminds me. I'm writing a N-O-V-E-L. Hahaha. Again. Which'll probably die soon, but I hope it doesn't. So yeah, if you want to read a preview of my N-O-V-E-L let me know, but you probably already have, cos I've pestered you at some point.
Pointless arguments with mum are stupid. She is, very stupid, and she argues with no point any of the time and think she knows it all. We just had another stupid argument:-
Mum: - "how about you be a little bit nicer towards your little brother? and to me, because you're horrible recently."
Me: - "why should i be nicer with him?
Mum: - "why not?"
Me: - "because he's not nice with me; and he's an annoying little tit."
Mum: - "i think his behaviour is good for a seven year old."
Me: - "but you would. because you think he's perfect, yet there's only you that thinks that he's angelic."
Mum: - "why? who else doesn't?"
Me: - "dad? amy? i know amy can't stand him."
Mum: - "why?"
Me: - "because he's ANNOYING."
Mum: - "no, he's not."
Me: - "yes.... he is."
Mum: - "it's just because she's 16 and he's 6.... 7."
Me: - "urm... i'm 16 and he's 7."
Mum: - "and i'm 45 and he's 7."
Me: - "so the fuck what? what relevance does that have to ANYTHING?"
Mum: - "just thought i'd say - and his behaviour is on the up, unlike yours."
Me: - "see, that comment has been ejected from your anus also, because if you opened your eyes some then you'd see that wasn't true."
Mum: - "why?"
Me: - "because every single day i have to see him, he annoys me more and more and his behaviour gets more and more obnoxious. it was only before when i got told off for telling him to stop flicking food at me."
Mum: - "you're never with him. how do you think i feel?"
Me: - "you just said you enjoyed his company. and i am with him."
Mum: - "when?"
Me: - "every day of my goddamn life, sadly."
Mum: - "he lives here too."
Me: - "so do i."
Mum: - "so?"
Me: - "so why should that excuse him from pissing me off no end?"
Mum: - "he can't possibly be pissing you off."
--------this is where i got frustrated-----------
Me: - "how can you possibly know whether he gets on my nerves? exactly... you can't, because you're not me. so how's about you stop pretending you know me inside out?"
Mum: - "you have an attitude problem, young man."
That wasn't exactly carbon copy what was said cos I can't remember it all, but yeah...
ktnxbye |
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| Fuck You |
[Jun. 6th, 2005|05:06 pm] |
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| | Fear Before The March Of Flames | ] |
mmk. I'm feeling sad and angry again. But yeah... I have a right to.
Everyone likes to vent about how much parents get on their nerves; some people do it unjustifiably and pretend they're having a rough time when really the relationship with their parents is just cake. I wish I was in the position to pretend the relationship with my mum and brother was just cake, so then I could tell the world how it wasn't cake like a lot of people seem to. But it actually isn't cake, whatsoever.
I think it's seen as cool to be angry with your parents all the time - I don't think it's cool, not at all. I think it's depressing, demeaning, upsetting and just really crap. I wish my family would just leave me alone, or die or something. Except my dad, I like my dad; because even though he's a bit angry at times unneccesarily, at least he can show compassion, and treat people somewhat nice, and not just be horrible and then pretend you're wonderful and that you've done nothing wrong.
It's at the point where she's asking my girlfriend for opinions about her performance as a mother. It's sick, it really really is.
And if you're reading this mum, seeing as you've taken to going through my MSN conversations, who knows, Mozilla might be the next victim. So if you are reading this, I say, "hi mum" and "fuck you."
I'm sorry that this is all my journal has to show for a week's work. I was going to tell you about how I hate the fact my brother waters down the conditioner, or how The Phantom Of The Opera DVD wasnt very good, or how I thought I did ok on my exams so far. But right now, I don't care, and can't be bothered. I wish I could tell you how great my life is. Can't really do that either. x |
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| This Is The Night Of The Creeps... |
[May. 26th, 2005|12:29 am] |
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| | good | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Recover | ] |
Okay, this has to be quite short, because Mother is getting agitated, and yeah... that means I have to be brief. Well, brief of sorts, but you all know by now that my brief probably doesn't correspond to your brief, but that's just how it goes.
So after all the gayness surrounding the A7X concert, we went. They were turd, and Jake didn't even get to watch, cause he downed a full 50cl bottle of vodka within about 4 minutes... hXc; and then got kicked out. He didn't miss much. I would say they were about at best 1/10th as good as they were last time they toured, during which they were immense.
And we watched 'American Beauty' at some point during the week too, but I forgot what day this was, because sometimes the days just blur together to form one, this could even have been before the point I posted last time. *shrugs* We bought it because I can get served for 18 DVD's.
*acts hard and flexes muscles*
Needless to say, we had fun watching, and we loved the famous 'Jane, he's a freak.' - 'Well, and so am I. And you'll never be a freak cos you're just too perfect.' - quote from 'Last Chance Blueprint' by 'Rise Against', so much that we had to rewind and watch that part a few times. But yeah, dead good film, comes recomended.
I had my spanish exam the day after the concert, which I did ok in I think. Probably B standard, but my coursework kicked and my oral wasn't too shabby, so I don't think I put myself to shame in that subject considering I'm not the most overly linguistic person. I later went to Amy's house, and had my hair dyed - badly - by Amy and Sarah and had my hair cut - badly - by Amy's mum. So now my hair is a big black furball, with no blonde streaks in it at all. *sighs*
Tuesday, I stared submissively at my PC screen, and tried to learn English Literature notes, which I did kind of goodly.
Today, I sat my test. Did pretty well I think. Answered questions 1 and 2a really well, 2b the quality waned a bit due to lack of time, but overall I felt it went good. As my coursework wasn't as good for Literature as it was for language I'll probably come out with a B, although I deserve an A, cos I'm just that great. And if I get an A* I'll just beam into my moonbeam boots.
After this, Amy and I wandered to the chip shop and bought chips smothered in BBQ sauce. Rock!
Then caught the mini-bus, with about 12 other Billingers, and me and Amy insisted on wearing the seatbelts provided, in case there was a big crash and then everybody else would die but we wouldn't, because we were a good boy and girl. But the real reason was that it just gave us excuse to act like big geeks. Haha. \m/
Then we lazed at my house. It was nice. =)
And talked about babies names.
And you don't have to jump to any conclusions about this, because she doesn't have a baby in that pureety tummy of hers, but our thought process headed towards what would happen if it did, and what we would name the said child. We decided if it was a girl, we would call it Telyn, Alexis, Taryn or Ruth, but we weren't so successful at finding boys names. And yeah, we are FUCKING WEIRD.
Also, because of my procrastinative attitude towards reading, I'm not making as much ground on my book as it deserves. So I'm going to give it the time it deserves, sometime soon. And tomorrow, I plan on not waking up until at least 2 o'clock, because I suck more than you'll ever suck. Har har. x |
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| Another lame two days. |
[May. 20th, 2005|12:09 am] |
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| | amused | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Million Dead | ] |
Mmk, you get the idea, my life is lame. However, I tend to take amusement from crap things, which makes my life looks slightly less mundane than normal.
Today I did made myself insanely hard factorisations and went about solving them, whilst listening to Million Dead, because their new album is quite frankly, dead good.
Here was the one that took me the longest :-
35x^2 - 3x - 2
Do it if you think you're hard enough. Which means that Ben, by default, will do it.
As well as that today, I listened to Million Dead s'more.
I then went on my milk-round, which was probably the high-light of my day. I saw a car with the registration plate L337HAX which made me smile slightly, but I didn't piss myself, because apparantely I'm not as easily amused as I used to be.
I also feel bad, because I laughed at a retard. I know you're probably hating me now, and you'll all delete me from your friends lists because it's not right to diss retards, and I whole-heartedly agree. However, on this occasion, I did a ickle ickle bit, because I found it funny.
He was a right grotty looking person, and he was walking down the opposite side of the road shaking his head and fists, shouting really loudly, "she stole my £150. bitch!" He then walked up some random person's drive way whilst going "unh, unh, unh!" really really loudly. It wasn't even his drive, because he walked back down it and up the next person along's drive, progressing between telling the whole word about ' the she' and 'unh.' Even the customer I was serving laughed. It wasn't a full on "HAHAHAHA! You're retarded," kinda laugh, cos that's not my style, it was just a small giggle to myself.
Apart from that, I scared the shit out of my brother a few times. He was sat in his room watching TV, and I ran in and went "RAAAAAAR!" and he shit his pants, every time, and looked like he was going to cry which he always uses as a persuasive device to pretend he's actually upset, but somehow managed not to. I found it funny, because I'm a dickhead like that.
I also just went into his room, and took a picture of him, with the camera on "full flash" and he woke up. And I didn't get caught, which makes it even more satisfying.
( My brother, asleep. )
Okay, so maybe this entry does exploit the dick-headish side of Dave, aswell as Stephen's apalling spelling, but at the end of the day, if you didn't know about the dick-headish side of me, you're either either níeve or don't know me all that well. If I offended anyone writing this I apologize in advance.
After taking the picture, I listened to Million Dead.
I'm now gonna go and read my Angels & Demons book, it's abitgood. -x- |
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| CLOMPY!! |
[May. 17th, 2005|11:31 pm] |
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| | Avenged Sevenfold | ] |
Urm... my brother named his finger. He called it Clompy.
Yesterday he grabbed my ass and said "Clompy's gonna kill you" and wiggled his finger. Haha, scary.
Err, revision is ghey. Except learning about The Haber Process, but it's weird that I find that un-ghey, as that's the only bit I know really well. Perhaps if I learnt everything really well, then revision would be fun. But I don't have the patience to do that. So meh.
I came to the conclusion I don't like MSN. Because it makes me argue with people. So I said I wouldn't go on msn again. But then me and Amy went on webcam to Adam before, and now I haven't come off. It's really addictive. Speaking of addictive, when these exams are over, I'm gonna get mum to buy me a big £19 bottle of Jack Daniels, so I can drink a bit at a time, neat, and I'll be happy. Cause JD is great.
Yesterday, I broke Amy's bed by bouncing on it, because I'm a dickhead.
And then we went to Morrisons, and bought an extra-tasty chicken. This chicken, it wasn't just a chicken, it was an extra-tasty chicken. We then ate it on the street,without cutlery, pyar-working class stylé; cos we're that cool. It was dead good though, just believe it.
Also, I recieved my Million Dead cd. It's not just the fact it's good that pleases me, it's the fact that I conned mum into buying it for me that made it that little bit more sweet. I also conned my dad into buying some shoes, so I'm gonna buy some, and revel in them. I think I want some pink ones, with rainbow laces. Also, my hat > yours.
( It's Amy, when she's being chased by Hippopop! )
That's all. Later...xxx |
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| I need a new avatar. |
[May. 15th, 2005|06:13 pm] |
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| | bored | ] |
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| | The Hurt Process | ] |
Wahay. I'm going to update again, into my overproduced journal, which is quite like the two songs that Avenged Sevenfold have released from their new album recently. Over-produced.
I need a new avatar. Possibly one that makes me look more pretty, and more emoXcore, and less of a twat. I mean, look at it, it's oh so out of date; I don't even wear that hat anymore...
Onto life. Which tends to happen, whatever the weather.
This week, I left school. It's nice to know that I never have to sit through another Miss Fawley double tech food lesson learning about the homogenization of milk, which is where the fat globules get pushed through a sieve like structure at a high pressure and as a result, the fat globules are evenly distributed throughout the milk.
Some say ignorance is bliss, and to a certain extent I agree... why would anyone want to know that, unless you were considering going into dairy farming or something, it's beyond me. I know well enough that I'm not going into dairy farming when I'm older, going on my milk round has taught me that I don't want to do that, so why should I care? To get a letter on a piece of paper.... BULLSHIT.
But it was sad to see everyone leave, there's some people I will miss so much. When I said 'I will miss you' I don't say it because it's the defaulted thing to say, to make that specific person feel special, I said it because I meant it, and I secretly know that they could never really be bothered to keep in touch; so this goodbye, is realistically a final goodbye. In that respect, it is sad.
However, it is nice to say that me and Josh had the best last 2 lessons that we could have ever had, whilst the rest of the Food Technology Class suffered, and copied reams and reams of notes out on temperature control. What we did, is got isolated into the staff kitchen, even though there is much more potential to be stupid in there than in the actual classroom. Once we were in there, we had fights with bread-knifes, ate Fawley's tic-tacs, biscuits, raisins and Quality Street, made tea and coffee with Fawley's tea bags and coffee beans, sprayed each other with Raid spray, had a 'gig' and sang and played air guitar and air drums, and read our food notes in fucking stupid accents. We also hid a letter addressed to Ms.Wenmoth. It was very funny, all of it, honest.
I also started to read a new book. Dead good it is, it's by "Dan Brown." Talk about main-stream... it just goes to show that some main-stream stuff can be good. However, some stuff can't. You just have to look in the direction of 'The Darkness' to know that. They suck more than Paris Hilton, and are about as much use as a cock-flavoured lollipop. Wahay.
I'm actually really losing what I want to say. In fact, I don't really know what I want to say. Much in the vain of Avenged Sevenfold who go "whee, I don't know what we're fucking doing here, so let's stick in some random shit-ass breakdown, and some balls ass singing, because it's more conceivable to the masses." They said that, I quoted it right from their mouths. That's why my journal is XmainstreamX see?
Also, does any of you remember the "ADAM" key ring I found at He Is Legend? Well today, I ate it. And it tasted strongly of whiskey.
Yesterday, I went all the way to Liverpool with Amy to get a yellow jacket.
Today, I tried to learn how to conjugate Spanish Verbs, but not really to any avail. I don't understand how anyone can find it interesting really. However, as I say no avail, I can now talk about the perfect tense.
You start by using either he, has, ha, hemos, hebéis, or han, depending on who did the action, and then take off the infinitive which is ar, ir or er, and add ado or ido. It's very simple really.
With this newly found knowledge, I can now say I have learnt that spanish is hard. Just watch me.
He aprendido eso Espanol son difícil. The n needs a wavy line too. And now just watch Ben or Riley correct me and make me look like a dumb cunt.
I also learnt that 'acabar de' meant I have just done something generally, so I entertained myself by making obscene sentences.
'Dave acaba de hacer su madre. Era agradable.'
Haha, I'm soooo funny.
I <3 Hippopop. *snooore*
Okay, this is headed nowhere. Much like the peregrine falcon of 254 Hedge Lane. Outty.
UPDATE: Jake just informed me that he has Fawley next year as a form tutor. HAHAHAHAHA. He's just been raped! =) Brb, I need to shit. |
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| Heyyo.. *waves* |
[May. 8th, 2005|02:34 pm] |
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| | okay | ] |
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| | Boysetsfire | ] |
Heyyo!!!! *waves* How are you all? I've had quite a good week even though I spent it being really lethargic, but hey, what's new?
( Monday 2nd May: Deconstruction Tour - Smoke Like Fire + Only Crime + From Autumn To Ashes + No Comply + Capdown + Strike Anywhere + Boysetsfire + Mad Caddies )
Overall, good day, although the Sarah's losing their bags put a dampener on the day. I cared at the time, but I don't really anymore, seeing as she got into the Alexisonfire + Rise Against gig, and is going to get into the Avenged Sevenfold gig both on the guest list. What I think she fails to realise is that a guests list is for people who actually know the band, and deserve to see the band free of charge. As a result, her and her little bumboy Mike are practically stealing from the band, because I don't believe for one minute that Mike knows both Avenged Sevenfold and Alexisonfire/Rise Against/Red Lights Flash personally. One little bit.
It's almost tantamount to what the touts are doing outside, although not directly. Basically, the touts charge extra to respecting fans who are prepared to pay excessive amounts of money to see the band they crave and who sold out in front of their eyes. As they are misusing the guest list function, and getting in for free, this means the excess tickets aren't released to the outside world, so the person who doesn't have a ticket on the outside, i.e. Amy, is forced to pay £40 for a ticket. Since Mike is taking up 4 guest list places that aren't really his, this takes about £18 profit from Rise Against, £18 from Alexisonfire, and £4 from Red Lights Flash, if the tickets were released to the outside world and sold accordingly.
Also, since they don't give that much of a shit about the music, this results in less takings at the merch table, because they couldn't frankly be bothered to dip into their pockets to support the bands in the first place, so why the fuck would they ever consider buying merch. Quite frankly, it's an absolute farce that she got in for free, pissed off her face, when she'd probably never heard more than 5 Alexisonfire songs in her life, that she could truly sing along to, never mind Rise Against or Red Lights Flash, to sit in a corner and drink cider and act scene, whereas Amy is forced to pay £40 when she actually gives a shit.
It's people like her (along with the couple who were fueding in the mosh pit all evening, and taking things way too seriously, to the point of purposefully hurting each other) that ruin scenes.
Off my rant now, Tuesday I spent getting stressed about my Spanish oral that was looming on Tuesday. I was worrying badly but managed to pull off what I needed to do. I went into school on Tuesday very nervous, because that is part of my nature, and I didn't feel I had prepared perfectly. However, I knew that the prepared questions that I had done were damn good, and if holiday questions came up then I would kick ass also. But holiday questions didn't come up, so my un-prepared's didn't go too smooth. I knew I hadn't done as well as I could when I couldn't remember the word for clothes.
No me gusta unifomé porque me gusta llevar mi propio.... ..... ..... (fuck; whats the word for clothes? *panics*)
And I never did remember the correct word before she moved on to the next question, when it hit me... ropa, fucking ropa. So I probably messed that question up because I was angry with myself. But my roleplay went quite well except me saying I want a train ticket for the disco.
Me gustaría un billete para la discoteca.
However, my roleplays were pretty good, and my prepared's were mint.
Cuando hayan terminado los examenés, tendré un fiesta con mis amigos en mi casa. Espero pasarlo muy bien.
Bueno, a mi mé encanta beber alcohol como ya te he dicho y a cuando a la comida, que hay nada que me gusta mas que un huevo de aveztruz porque....
At this point we did a little impromptu thing, about why ostritch eggs rule so much. Lol.
So yeah, went okay, could have gone a lot better, especially if my Holidays had come up instead of school, but over all I wasn't that discouraged. Probably got a B.
The rest of Wednesday, Jake sprayed Kenzo in Amy's eye. I bought a paper.
( Thursday 5th May: Alexisonfire + Rise Against + Red Lights Flash )
Went home, watched the election until it was about 23-2-1 with Labour being at the forefront of the seat owning, the Lib Dems with 2 and the Conservatives gaining a chair in Putney (the commentators made a big deal about this, like it actually made a difference). It was obvious by that point that we were going to be under Labour rule for another 4 years, so I then went to bed.
I will however, say that I think I have done my part in this year's election, as I have converted my mum's vote from Labour to LibDem by bombarding her with facts. My dad voted conservative, but apparently, he doesn't have a choice in who to vote for, because his dad told him when he was 16 that he must vote conservative all his life. How amazingly lame is that?
Also, as our school was used as the local polling station, we yelled at grannies and grandads coming out of the polling station, "you voted labour, you faggots." Which was helping in our own special way. :)
Yesterday, Amy and I tried to make Pina Colada, and failed miserably. The end. xxx |
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| Last few days... |
[May. 2nd, 2005|12:26 pm] |
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| | fine | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Reuben | ] |
My updates are becoming few and far between. However, this last week has been semi-eventful; mostly because of funny events which occured in close proximity to Ben. If you ever read this, which you probably will when you're left to 'revise' (strictly in inverted commas) by Mr Fogg on the computers, then you should know you turned my week from being mediocre into quite a funny week. Thankyou.
I shall start about Thursday, on Thursday we had Business Studies, like every other Thursday, but coincidentally, not next Thursday, because we are W to the A to the G to the G to the I to the N to the motherfucking G. But yeah, we went to Business Studies with this old faggot of a Business Studies, aptly named Mr Higginbotham. Needless to say, Ben and I gave him hell, kid. It was one of the funniest lessons I had the priveledge of staying in, it was very funny.
Ben and the Higginboner fought over someone's leavers book, because it wasn't his.
I asked him how many times he got laid in the last six months.
We just generally took the piss, which resulted in Ben and I being put on a lesson report, and when asked to sign his name on the top of the report card, he asked what it was. When not recieving an answer he said "I ain't signing it until you tell me what it is." Which is fair enough, as he could have been secretly putting his name down to be the next victim in Higginbotham's bum-fun crew, along with Matty Catherall. Now we all know why he's so traumatized the whole time, the truth has been exposed kids.
At the end of the first lesson of the double period, Chow, Ben and I ran out of the room, to find Jake. We found him, I stole his hat, and went back into class wearing it. When asked to take it off, it was claimed I was sunburnt and needed it.
Ben then, to support his Rebellion régime tried to instigate everyone to charge out of the class-room at once. We only got 6 volunteers though, which was short of the target of 10 that he aimed for, so we didn't do anything. Then at 15:22, and Mr.Higginbotham refusing to let us go those few minutes early, and with a congregation of people gathering outside the lesson, Ben said "Fuck this, later sir," and dashed for the door only to be greeted by a diving Mr.Higginbotham yelling "noooooooo" that you see in really cheesy movies, completely blocking him off. Haha, I've not laughed so hard in a while.
On Friday, to celebrate the 2nd to last Business lesson that we would be attending, I brought boozy into school, and drunk it at lunch time, except a little bit at the end of the photographs and having my ear plug removed by the horse that is Ms. Bennison. Went to Business Studies, giggled a lot, and that was all. Went to Chemistry, had fun with my '1234quadmethylcumstains" gained lots of laughs because everybody, except Mr Jones, knew I was drunk. Hilarious really.
Then after school, I was gonna go to Eccleston with Marc and Dave and Jake, cos Marc and Dave said they probs would, and because Jake usually does if there's an opportunity to have fun. Needless to say, I ended up going on my own. :)
Met up with Amy, met up with Ben and SPG and others. We then drank quite a bit of my buttercup vodka, and Ben's cheap minging vodka, but we were only allowed to drink some if we "blessed the shot, for it is evil." We got kinda very drunk, but Ben wasn't as used to it as I am, so he felt it worse.
Me and Ben rugby tackle dueled, meaning we ran at each other and tackled the shit out of each other. It hurt, but the hilarity of it was worth it.
Ben tried to wheelie also, and failed, muchly badly.
He also picked a fight with SPG because he was taking the piss, and with Jonny Roberts cos he called him a german.
He also repeated himself over and over, which was ace. Three of his best used phrases were:-
"Dave, I thought you were a sound guy. I'm well sound with you all the time, and you're just taking the piss."
and
"Dave, Amy, Dave. Promise me this. Next time I see you you've got to promise to get stoned with me, Dave and Amy. Because all my mates, they're sound, but they're chavs and like dance music."
and
"Dave, and Amy. If I ever say anything nasty to you I didn't mean it."
and
"Dave, you like good music. All my mates are chavs, and listen to dance shit."
And those went round and round, much like Amy's media player, judging by her last played songs.
1 Alexisonfire - 44. Caliber Love Letter
2 Alexisonfire - 44. Caliber Love Letter
3 Alexisonfire - 44. Caliber Love Letter
4 Alexisonfire - 44. Caliber Love Letter
5 Alexisonfire - 44. Caliber Love Letter
6 Alexisonfire - 44. Caliber Love Letter
It was funny.
Then the cops came, the highlight of my night. Ben was sat on his bike, telling us how his mates like dance music, when the policeman came up behind him.
Dave: "Ben, theres a copper behind you, put your vodka away."
Ben: "My mates, yeah? They all listen to dance music."
Dave: "Fucking put it away."
The copper taps him on his back, and he falls off his bike.
Copper: "You drunk?"
Ben: "No."
Copper: "What's that in your hand?"
Ben: "Urrrrrrm... vodka."
Copper: "You shouldn't be drinking that, give it here."
Ben tried the sneaky snake tactic he'd used yesterday. in Mr Higginbotham's lesson.
Ben: "No, not yours."
Eventually he handed it over, after much persuasion, being asked if he wanted to spend the night in a police cell. He was then told to get out of his sight.
Copper: "Get out my sight."
Ben : "Can I just tell you one thing, yeah? You're a sound guy, and if I ever insulted you, yeah? I didn't mean it."
Copper: "Get out my sight."
Ben: "Or your family too."
Copper: "Now."
Ben: "K."
He got back on his bike, started to ride, straight into the nearest tree, went over his handle bars and went "owwwww."
Was ace.
I found out Shawn Hughes had been expelled, and then Ben passed out in his pisseded state, and shivered, so I lent him my hoody cos I'm nice. I then missed my bus, so I slept at Amy's, and we learnt about rising oil prices and watched Jackass throw cricket balls at each other crotch area.
Saturday, we lazed because of lack of sleep.
Sunday, fuck all, but I witnessed an argument between Jake and his Dad. We couldn't arrange a piss-up in a brewery apparantely.
In a few hours I get to see Boysetsfire, you wouldn't believe how long I have waited. Should be good.
Late.x |
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| ....yeah. |
[Apr. 24th, 2005|07:18 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | bored | ] |
| [ | music |
| | PSP | ] |
( Tuesday 19th April : Hondo Maclean + PSP - The Roadhouse, Manchester )
Onto life, my revision calendar is rapidly falling behind. I think I'm going to rely on my high IQ to get me through the majority of these exams. I really have no interest in most of the stuff, how to find the lengths of sides of congruent triangles, or how sulphuric acid is manufactured, so revising is pretty boring. Meh. But so is sitting here for 7 hours flat...
But this week has been okay really, me and Amy have gotten on better than last weekend, which is good and encouraging.
I don't really have that much more to review. I could do a rant, but I don't really have much to rant about. Something I was going to rant about a while back was done very convincingly by Amy yesterday, and as a result I can't rant about that, so I don't really have much to rant about. I think that this concludes my entry. Goodnight. |
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| Last few days... |
[Apr. 17th, 2005|11:51 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | bit sad but okay | ] |
| [ | music |
| | The Locust | ] |
On Friday, Emily came up all the way from Loughborough, to my school, for the purpose of going watching Atreyu / Norma Jean / He Is Legend and then staying over afterwards. So we did. On the way Fagan's dad made me laugh by being utterly and blatently racist, upon driving into the car park when a group of black people got in the way he said "lets kill-a-bitta these" which made us all laugh muchly. Except Fagan himself. Because he's good.
He Is Legend were okay, but they didn't stand on the pedestal that I'd laid out for them in my mind.
Norma Jean were better than expected, even though I don't really like them. Since then however, they have grown on me.
Atreyu were good also. Much better than last time.
But overall, it wasn't a good gig. I lost my glasses, and then Jake's hat, and then my ticket, and after depressingly standing outside at the premise of not being able to go back managed to sneak back in, and then lose my flesh tunnel as either Sarah Abbott or Sarah Naylor hit me in the side of the head, after moshing, miles and miles away from any recognizable mosh pit. On the whole, the gig left me feeling a bit gay, but never mind.
We then went back to my house and watched a film, The One. Ahhh, I've never laughed as much in a while.
We then lay awake till 6 o'clock discussing imaginary fantasy creatures. I told them about the dolfiss.
( this is the dolfiss. )
We laughed randomly a lot, and yeah, it was funny. Much better than the concert.
We then woke up, Fagan and Jake played Tenchu, Fagan went home, Dave and Josh came and played Tenchu, laughed a bit at Dave getting pwned because he couldn't fly and Josh could. And then we went to Manchester.
Wandered around a bit, bought pieces of plastic to put into our ears, I managed to fit a 10mm piece of plastic into my 8mm hole. Which is cool; but not, cos now I'm past the point of them healing. Mehhh.
I also humped a power-ranger, and played a digeridoo, and stood in the middle of the fountains of Picadilly gardens soaking wet, even though it was cold. Photographical evidence on its way as soon as Emily can be arsed to upload the bastards. :)
Then we had to say bye bye. This made me sad. Because Emily could be a really good friend, if it wasn't for the distance between us. She is my #1 MSN contact, I really really enjoy her company, and yet because of a distance we could never see each other a lot. This made me think how different things would be if you could magically teleport everywhere. Would your friends be different if transport was no object, would everybody be popular, would London be more overcrowded 24/7, or would people go to nicer places such as Billinge for day trips? Would people still be late for work?
It makes me sad that this friendship can never really blossom anymore than it does at the moment, talking over a screen, and that I could only hope to see her at maximum once every few months. Maybe six or seven times a year if we get lucky.
It also taught me how I shouldn't take my friends for granted; I'm not quite sure why, or how this became relevant, but I will stop doing this now, if I did it at all in the first place.
Meehhhh... However on the bright side (of the bed) I will be seeing her again soon, we arranged it on the phone once she had got home. I shall go to Wymeswold. Although it may scare me, cause Sean, Wills and Jamie may all beat me up. Then I would cry. lol.
That is all. |
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| Laaa laaa laaa.... |
[Apr. 12th, 2005|09:26 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | indifferent | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Converge | ] |
Mmk, so yesterday and today have been boring. What's new? I can conclude my life is now boring. Not that it was exciting before, but it suddenly dawned on me. Well not really suddenly, it just got progressively boringer.
Anyway, yesterday Amy and I made my costume for the He Is Legend gig, which consists of a P.E. polo shirt smattered in blood, and army pants. How exciting.
Also, today, I was amused, because my brother came up with another fucking well in idea.
"I'm bored, why don't I write out every single bit of dialogue in the Harry Potter film?"
So all day today he has been pestering mum and me, to help translate bits of the film that were too fast for him.
So what I just did, was went down the stairs, Nasu stylé, and poached the script from right infront of him. Here is an example, word for word, of his 'script'. This is not a particularly funny page, it was just the top page of the script, I shall start at the top.
( Page 1 of the script. ROFL. )That was page 1. Take into account that this was 12 pages long, and all in pink flourescent gel pen, and I think I had right to ROFL. Also, the fact that the script bears little correspondence to the actual film made me giggle too. I just wasted a long time writing that, but it tickled me nonetheless and so, as my life is boring, was worth it. kay. x. |
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| Heyhey. |
[Apr. 10th, 2005|12:43 am] |
| [ | mood |
| | okay | ] |
| [ | music |
| | He Is Legend | ] |
Last few days have been crap. End of.
School bores me, I don't like how teachers think they're so above the pupils. Well, most of them anyway.
I don't like feeling sad, as I did from 4.30 onwards on Thursday, and all Friday, and a bit of Saturday. And over what too? Not really that much really, just the feeling that there is some sort of unseen thing missing that neither of us can identify.
I was also sad about the fact that Avenged Sevenfold play the Manchester gig one day before my spanish listening exam. Is it worth me sacrificing my Spanish Grade slightly, and make my mum feel shit and hate me forever x whoa, to stand and watch in awe? However, a good thing to come out of this was to show that Jake cares about me, quite a lot more than I give him credit for. He said he would abstain from watching if I couldn't go 'cos thats fucken harsh'. I don't agree with him, but it's still nice. Which is nice and reassuring. =)
So yeah, Thursday was gay. Friday, I felt gay for most of the day, and I didn't really have any inspiration to start conversation, so unless somebody else did, nothing was said. I had a big argument with Mr Jones, one of the most aggressive pupil teacher arguments I've had with a teacher as a Rainford High student, except for the one or two times Mr Williams had pissed me off. I also had an argument with Jonny about how I take photos, and that I only ever use one pose, apparantely, and that I am vain. That was the basis of the argument.
I ate pub food with mothers and then went to Amy's. She thought I was going to finish the relationship because of something Laura Kirkby said. *shrugs* She cried some, so I gave her a hug and stuff. I hope we are both happy again soon.
Amy still hasn't stopped bleeding. I'm surprised she hasn't bled to death yet. |
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| Love Is In The Air Tonight, So Just Breathe. |
[Apr. 3rd, 2005|12:18 am] |
| [ | mood |
| | happy | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Omar A. Rodriguez Lopez | ] |
I don't know why so many of my subjects have to be music lyrics, probably because they seem kind of generic if it's just "The last week" every single time, so perhaps I should just not have a subject in future, but I've always had a subject, so I don't think I should change just because I am incapable of producing imaginative subjects. So in theory, the subject is just there to fill in space. However, I am very much in wuv, very wery much, and tonight I did breathe, or else I'd be dead, and unable to type.
So.... the last few days. I left you on Monday, so I have to account for the other days since then, and it's now Saturday... *thinks*
I fell out with Mum oooon, Tuesday, twice, and on Wednesday. And Friday.
Oh fuck it, I'll just tell ya the highlights. On Thursday, I went, with Jake and Amie, to Newbys party without even telling my mum because she was in a bad mood. So we went, mascara'd up for occasion. Amie drew a heart on Jake's cheek in red nail polish, and flames on his nose. Ha. So we got there, in my army camo pants, and Amie's wooly jumper and Jake's hat. People commented on how nice my jumper was, which I appreciated. We tried to stay straight-edge, but when Gaz offers you Jack Daniels, I couldn't say no. I even gave him a kiss for a bit more. So I wasn't straight-edge anymore. Walked around a bit, give Jake a fucking big tackle on the lawn and nearly broke his spine, haha, I'm still a good rugby mon when I want to be. Rachel fell through a fence. Mike got stoned off his face and lay on the grass, I felt mean on him. :(
We then walked back to the bus stop and Jake broke some fence and was told by some man to pay for the damage. That was that. Amy went, we went back, talked a little bit more. Jo was drunk, and was trying to smoke a cigarette without the filter despite Jess Potter telling her how bad it was and how she shouldn't. Jess Potter then talked to me, and seemed interested in me (not in a sexual way, just to the point of talking to me) which she's never done in her life before, ever, despite her standing no further than 4m away from me in the mornings. Also, in the time it took for us to go to the bus-stop Dean (ex-band member) had fallen out with his girlfriend in a drunken argument thingy. I told him that he loved her (I know from his MSN names that he does, lol) and to go and sort stuff out, so he did, which was nice.
Me and Jake then walked home, all the way to Billinge. Ow, my feet still hurt thinking of how far we had to walk. :)
I then text Dean with my last 10p of credit to say I hope he made it up with his girlfriend, cos she's cool, and he loves her, so she's worth it. I then found out that I'd text it to the fucking wrong number, cos some dude rang me back to tell me I had. Oh well, its the thought that counts. See, I'm nice really!
So yeah, nice night, was nice seeing Dean and talking to him again, and talking to Gaz, I still see him everyday but don't talk as much. Mike was a bit wasted though, oh well. We didnt converse much.
And today, we went to watch the Ring 2. It was scary. But Amy nearly passed out it was so scary, and Dave acted hard all the way through, and wasn't scared at all (except at the deer bit maybe). You know you were so much scareder than I was, and you should tell the world that you were a damn wuss. Haha. :)
I wuv you Amie. Lots and lots. 
So thats about all really. Except this week I've taken a huge liking to The Mars Volta, and their utterly random experimental high-pitched music. Ben told me I'd eventually like them. He knows too much. Anybody telling me they're shit, prepare for a thummy war to the death.
I am now listening to chilled out classical spanish guitaring, by Omar A. Rodriguez Lopez, for all you musical noobs, is the guitarist of the Mars Volta, and liking it. Now fuck off. |
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