seventeen frames to four......
today was actually a rather nice day, apart from that i woke up at five thirty with my face plastered to the leather couch because i'd drunkenly fallen asleep before managing to get up the stairs. got a few more hours sleep then woke up feeling all energetic and got rid of loads of random shit in my room and cleaned it, like even behind the bed, and under the desk and everything. i even impressed my mum, which anyone who knows how much of a scary neatfreak she is will know, is an near impossible task. but yus it's all very boring, but i had a good day, and bought a new pair of trousers from h&m and a new jumper, and one pair of trousers which are too big, how i love that feeling! okay such a loser but it's nice when you need a size smaller than usual. then we had a mucho tastiness dinner, and a custard tart and everything was good. i forgot that days at home can actually be enjoyable, i've avoided them for so long. and to cap it all off, i get to watch replays of ronnie's superb performance earlier (y)
nights out are way more fun though. last night was super. not only was ronnie leading thirteen frames to three but the bay was open til half one and i had enough money for some serious drinking. i love the bay, it's one thing i will really miss, everyone is there at some point or another and it's just good. hung out a little bit with adrian, dave francis, matt and will which was weird i think, it's strange to think how much closer we all were. what is really really funny (and i think kerry you better go to the toilet before you read this or you will piss yourself laughing) is that dave and adrian are trying to get into free running.
but anyways.... got chatting to brooke too, she's so funny sometimes. okay the 'wee all over my face' conversation just got weird, but she's very nice, and was generous enough to invite me for a little spliff walk.
oh yeah forgot, first person i see when i walk in is paschal in serious pain, he got his tat done yesterday (then straight to the pub natch). it's a heart with a celtic design on either side and gaelic writing above it. on the top of his back and shoulder blades. then elliot accidently hit him on the back a couple of times, and adrian hugged him and hit it, so paschal just got drunk in an attempt to forget the agony. he was being awful cute though, he kept asking me to check it wasn't bleeding and we drunkenly went to harass people which i think wasnt clever but it was fun. then he went home early because he couldnt stand up and his back hurt.
damn ryan pepper he has the new beautiful mistake album already cuz he's doing work experience with a promoter in london. apparently they're touring sometime in july and playing the barfly....will be there oh yes.
bob came and joined us for a while, and i saw him in town too, i actually think he is really nice. i used to be pretty skeptical but i like him now. and his mate with the scary tongue, nikita i think his name was.
ooh and ben and amy and shaun came down which would've been awesome, if i hadn't been so stupidly fucked. then dan called to say that he wasn't coming cuz rob could give him a lift home and he didn't want to have to walk or some lame reason like that and i was not impressed so he headbutted a wall three times as his penance and made me listen to it but i hope he didn't do it really. i don't think he did. he's a very silly boy. but i'm still allowed to be moody with him cuz he ditched me on thursday as well and just because i'm not out with him tonight he text me saying 'so you're larrying out of coming tonight, is that what you're saying? i'm deeply disappointed with you, when is this going to stop?' and then said that he was going to have a party and not invite me. so methinks i'm going to have to teach the boy some manners.
oooh and i really love ben kweller's new album. every song is brilliant.
sometimes i wish i had a farm
where the only pollution is your cigarettes
i finish a design for what i plan to be a huge painting. i had the idea last summer but never got round to it, this summer i will i hope. it's going on the bit of wood under my bed, over the sofa bit. i'm all excited bout it, but i have that horrible feeling cuz i know that nothing ever turns out as good as i imagine it in my head.
the greenest trees you'll ever see are the ones inside your mind
now is the point where i wonder why i wrote all this rubbish because i'm never gonna read it again, and it was really boring, and now i'm tired. oh well.