Me And My Fucking Gun...
Yesterday was the Million dead gig. Before the gig, me and Soph went into town to buy shit, and I bought a manson calender thing and 'The Long Hard Road Outta Hell.' I'm already half way through it. I was in town, on a bench, reading it, I was on the first page or something, when Alex Cannon (Pill head.) came over and was all like 'Wow I've read that book, have you read the bit about his Grandfathers dildos yet?!' I was like 'Uhm no.' and it scared me. He also gladly told me, Soph and Joe that he hadnt done pills since thursday. Well done... *Clears throat*...
The gig. It was absolutely shit. (Well no, for the emotional sense, it was good because the lead singer of Million Dead looked a bit jesus-ified, and he was singing with all his might, with all emotion, it acctually brought tears to my eyes. But the music was shit. Only his voice was slightly entertaining.) but anyway, No-one EVER invite me to a gig [Like that] again. Seriously. I'm going to that Goldie Lookin' Chain gig. (If I can get a ticket.) I'm not going to Rooster though, because Rooster suck. They're only mildly entertaining because they're all gorgeous. Well, their first song 'Come get some' was catchy... But hmm, if maybe (IF I'M LUCKY) a good band comes to Guildhall again, I might consider going. Might.
Anyway, I just came back from Tracys house. An ex foster-daughter of my mum, the girl I totally idolized when I was like, 6-7 or something. Her house was a tip, so I quietly sat on the floor in the corner and carried on reading my book. Just as we were going, my mum spotted a cage in Tracys room and my mum was like 'Why do you have a cage?' and Tracy was like 'Because this girl dumped these hampsters on us blahblahblahblah she was going to pick them up but didnt blahblahblah.' So my mum got the cage down, and I was looking in, and i was like 'OMG mum theres a dead one and it has its bones hanging out!' Seems that the white albino one, had eaten the brown one because she hadnt been giving them water or food. For Gods sake, the little white hampster was licking the cages bars because he thought the coldness was water. So I took the cage off my mum and walked out. Hes mine now. And I call him my 'Hannibal speed.' :3 (Named after Hannibal Lector (Duh.) and the first mouse I had, who my mum had taken off another ex foster-daughter who was into drugs... Hense the name 'Speed.')
So uhm. Sorry for so much writing, I'm in a writing mood. Its rare, make teh most of it maybe.