its been a while...
Tremble mortals for it is again time for maximum rockage to cometh forth,
for lo, the dave has a gallon of custurd and an unholy will to devour the lot
and bringest thou but one step closer to thine enlightenment and the cheerios...
~~25:17; The Second book of Dave: Love Thy Snackage.
so yeah, with any luck ill be able to keep typing for a good few hours ((Checkup1: 12:36am, Skunk Anansie - Hedonism(Just because it feels good) )) to give you all something to weep/pray for holocaust/skim for personal mentions over...yeah we all do it dont we? When we've been ut with friends n we see ther next post here n you cant be arsed reading it (like the self obsessed fag you really are) you just skim it to see if your names there n see what they wrote. You dont feel bad if you arent there but one mention makes up for ten absenses. You know it makes sense too.
you know what? i have no idea what i was saying there, im just streaming this crap straight from my mind as it makes itself up...it really should be more graphical but im finding it hard enough to do something thats done without actual tallent without making michenangelo (not the green one gillie...) cry due to the horror of my artistry...but hey, at least i rule with MSpaint to a certain degree, i really should make more of those collages *zones out for a brainstorm*
*wakes up*
((Checkup2: 12:51am, Jimmy Eat World - Pain))
I may just take this oppertunity to actualy use this thing for whats its funking make for, you know, typing in what ive been doing with myself...but to do that id need either proof that your eighteen or a written letter from your parent/guardian...*ba-da-dum-tsh*
but anyway, i aint been up to much...been remarkably down really to be honest...i didnt actually talk to anyone from last saturday till wednesday i think, and even then it wasnt much, i wasnt in an actual conversation till thursday, rather unusual isnt it? oh dear ive come over terribly british all of a sudden...oh dear oh dear....*batters hand with something heavy* there back to fucking normal, and as i was trying to say before i went "rather queer" there no one knew id gotten a conditional acceptance into the Glasgow psychology course until wednesday 4th period...hows that for a kick in the psyke?
Monday: "Woo! I just need a B in maths n Im in!",
Tuesday: "..."
Wednesday: "...nobody loves me...*boo-fucking-hoo*"
Thursday: "..."
Friday: *1z t3h r0x0rz*
heh-heh...."woot"....how much do they such ass? I mean honestly?.....woot.....non-alcoholic coctails.....for the love of god, who were they expecting to want to go do that shit, the only thing that appealed on that crappy lil ad was the rock climbing, which i can do better myself without getting slapped with some n00bs i dont know...
man im i sounding like a dick or what tonight? heh, aint it great?
"Dont worry girls that ones going into the private collection at home, oh and can you hand me out some toilet roll?" - Will on richi chivalrously not looking while he filmed the inside of the girls toilets. ((yeah so what if im taking it out of context?))
((Checkup3: 1:12am, lost prophets: To Hell We Ride))
Friday was indeed a good day, followed by more goodness at alis but my signature depression pattern that comes with being as a gathering exceeding the standard group ensued naturally...i just really dont FUCKING get it at all...*sips tea and helps himself to a crumpet*
;)
((Checkup4: 1:23am, Audioslave - Exploder))
((Checkup5: 1:30am, RHCP - Minor Thing
My mind really does tend to wander doesnt it? Zoning out all the fucking time you see. I just drift off thinking about things. Not those things you filthy fucker. Just thought it would be a good idea to explain why what im writting is all so fucking changable, one minute being my happy-go-lucky "yeah, sure, whatever" mood to being downright bitter with my exsistance and pretty much everything else...see? bloody hell, i aint gettin out enough...hey going in circles now...
I cant believe im making plans for the summer already, i mean c'mon its six months away...mind you its just as well, i wont be starting uni till september should i get my maths in order...
k, ive lost the will to continue with this, ive driven myself into teh ditch and ill be damned if im going to push myself back out. Just going to stay here wonder how truely unhygenic my floor is these days...
need to tidy up...
need to get a move on...
need to sort myself out...
need to find something...
need to get a fucking grip...
NO NO NO !!! that would be a shittaskically bollocks ending to this rather lengthy crapfest....
((Checkup6: 1:46am, Chad Kroeger/Josey Scott - Invisible Man))
((End: 2:32am, Coheed and Cambria - Devil in Jersey City))