Bread Wars
My sleeping pattern is slowly returning to normal - I'm starting to feel tired before 4am now. Yay!
There's a dispute going on in our flat - Ben seems to think Hovis is the best bread there is, but I'm arguing for Kingsmill. In reality I don't care at all, but I like to try to prove him wrong. So far it's not going so well - he's got thick sliced. Damn.
I potentially have some very good news (for me at least), although I don't want to get too excited now in case it falls through. That said, it seems like I have a better chance this time than I've had before - I'm (most likely) going to get a Musicman Stingray bass! FINALLY! I can't remember for how long I've wanted this bass, but if all goes to plan I'm going to get it very soon, thanks to my brother - a workmate of his is selling his one and he's asking £700 for it. Considering I've had £600 or so in my savings account for a while, I can stretch the rest of it with the remainder of my loan for this semester and still have enough to survive on. The bass itself is 10 years old, and according to Harry it's in very good condition. He's also played on it and says it's awesome to play. I should hope so.
I'll be getting rid of the Public Enemy sticker, although I don't have anything against Chuck D and Flavor Flav - in fact their rhymes and beats are delectable. I just want it to be sticker-less, yo.
I wonder how many entries have been written about this bass. I'm just a bit in love with it - as if you didn't know already. I promise I'll shut up about it once I actually get it and rave about how amazing it is one more time. Honest.
Aaaah I'm going through another Jamiroquai phase! That's about the third in as many months. Help me, at least for Joe's sake - I'm probably keeping him awake right now with their flavoursome funky grooves. Sorry Joe. It's like crack for me!
I'm going to bed now, for I am talking le bollocks.
xxx
P.S. Shit! It's December! I keep forgetting I'm going to be 19 in a matter of days.
I don't want to be 19 - it sounds like a rubbish age!
There's a dispute going on in our flat - Ben seems to think Hovis is the best bread there is, but I'm arguing for Kingsmill. In reality I don't care at all, but I like to try to prove him wrong. So far it's not going so well - he's got thick sliced. Damn.
I potentially have some very good news (for me at least), although I don't want to get too excited now in case it falls through. That said, it seems like I have a better chance this time than I've had before - I'm (most likely) going to get a Musicman Stingray bass! FINALLY! I can't remember for how long I've wanted this bass, but if all goes to plan I'm going to get it very soon, thanks to my brother - a workmate of his is selling his one and he's asking £700 for it. Considering I've had £600 or so in my savings account for a while, I can stretch the rest of it with the remainder of my loan for this semester and still have enough to survive on. The bass itself is 10 years old, and according to Harry it's in very good condition. He's also played on it and says it's awesome to play. I should hope so.
I'll be getting rid of the Public Enemy sticker, although I don't have anything against Chuck D and Flavor Flav - in fact their rhymes and beats are delectable. I just want it to be sticker-less, yo.
I wonder how many entries have been written about this bass. I'm just a bit in love with it - as if you didn't know already. I promise I'll shut up about it once I actually get it and rave about how amazing it is one more time. Honest.
Aaaah I'm going through another Jamiroquai phase! That's about the third in as many months. Help me, at least for Joe's sake - I'm probably keeping him awake right now with their flavoursome funky grooves. Sorry Joe. It's like crack for me!
I'm going to bed now, for I am talking le bollocks.
xxx
P.S. Shit! It's December! I keep forgetting I'm going to be 19 in a matter of days.
I don't want to be 19 - it sounds like a rubbish age!