Typical grief...
::: Looks like Im fucked. Don't think Im going to be able to complete my Alevel film, because half my group has been told to move so I have no one to work with. Even though we'd planned to shoot in the holidays, along with media. Mr 'cunt' Roy phoned my HOUSE last night and told many a lie. Apparently I didnt hand in my coursework then he realised I had then said it wasn't very good even though I worked my ass off for that.
::: Also loosing a friend. Ive gone past the point of caring and trying to squeeze reasons out of people anymore. If you dont like me anymore then piss off, with all Ive been through for you.
::: Coldplay tomorrow :D Wooo can't wait maaaaan.
::: I'd like to write a book. In fact, I might.
::: I hope everything works out.
:::
July please,
I'm on my knees,
The smell of you fresh cut grass,
Your blue sky grins
For all its sins
Look another gorgeous levi ass
July people come and go
It looks like another perfect day
Just to see your
Striptease show
July please try your best to stay
And a mongrel begins to bark
At a wino in the park
and his owner doesn't care
'cause he really isn't there.........
Oh! ma ma ma, oh! ma ma ma, oh! ma ma ma
My july
July, fizz bombs in my mouth
Babarama everywhere
I can't lie on my pocket trout
So I sit back in the easy chair
And a woman of middle age
Licks and thumbs another page
Then she brushes off the dirt
From her greayhound
Oh! ma ma ma, oh! ma ma ma, oh! ma ma ma
My july
July, fizz bombs in my mouth
Babarama everywhere
I can't lie on my pocket trout
So I sit back in the easy chair
And a woman of middle age
Licks and thumbs another page
Then she brushes off the dirt
From her greayhound
And a baby sucks its thumb
To the sound of a steal drum
And fountain water gush
Through the thick bull rush