"This is what you'll get..

when ya mess with us"

I've not really wrote anything in this blog for a while I guess. I've not started this with any ideas, I'm just gonna keep writing and not look back/back space anything. Haha.
I'm currently listening to karma police whilst writing this, it's a lovely song. No doubt was influenced by Sexy Sadie by the beatles. Both brilliant songs.
Last weekend Lex came to stay over which was pretty amazing. The little things stuck in my head, like just laughing at some of the most inappropriate jokes ever, to play fighting. We were laying on my bed and she kept trying to kick me, luckily I was able to hold both her wrists with one hand, because my hands are like lobster claws. Hhmm, someone trying to kick me..that's pretty weird in itself..

So that was fun. Very fun. She was meant to be coming over next weekend but it seems like a million different reasons meant that she was just not meant to. But the week after she is coming for a few days in the easter holidays, which will be lovely.

Shit, I just realised, I'm writing this instead of doing my english coursework. My bastarding english coursework. It's a bastard.

I need to re string my guitar, probably.

I actually got a dailybooth. I was never too sure whether I'd want to use it or not, but I guess I kind of like the idea. Plus, with my new camera, It's given me *No surprises just came on* given me the inclination to take some nice pictures.

Also, my subscribers have been going up fairly fast over the past couple days, I'm thinking it's because of dailybooth.

Ohh this song is lovely. It really is. So relaxing. "I'll take the quiet life, a handshake of carbon monoxide". :)

Last night I spoke to ginger chris briefly, it's always a delight. Mainly because he makes me piss myself with laughter. Seriously, there was piss everywhere.

Over the past week I've been thinking about relationships and stuff. I wanted to give a brief history of my own relationships that have a significant impact on who I am today, but I don't feel ready to really talk about stuff so private with people.

Ohhh fitter happier just came on. You'll never guess what band I'm listening to.

I just realised I raised the point about relationships and didn't follow it up with anything...I should go back and delete, but I'm not doing that. I'm just typing. You're probably not even readying, well, yes you are.

The perfect lifestyle: a pig, in a cage, on antibiotics. Brilliant.

Last night I was speaking to Lex, and I said I was going to go get cereal, and I said i'd speak to her in a minute, unless I died. And when I got back, I said "I'm back, or am I?"

From there I started thinking, what If I'm actually not back. What If I died, but I carry on life as if normal, knowing none the wiser...But to everyone else, I'm just gone. It's not healthy to think that way. I'm not crazy, I know in life we have limits and some things just don't work, like flying, because we're not physically built to fly, but what makes people so certain about things like death? When you die, you don't know you're dead, so what if you just carry on life as normal, but you're dead to everyone around you? I'm so sorry, I didn't mean this to go into such a morbid post. I just think weirdly.

I think I'd best round this off for anyone still reading. Best get back to coursework. Boo.

Right, toodle pip.