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[I have exams. I won't be back till they're all over, in a couple of weeks :( ]

Oh my god, where has the six weeks gone? Things went by in such a blur I can't remember seeing it fly past me.. but of course parts reach out and touch my heart with its stabbing sweetness. Forgive me journal, for I have neglected you ( Read more... )

Idyllic thoughts of you.

Another week has gone by in wiL-world, and because like I said in my last post I might not be too active around for a bit I decided to dump everything I've written this past week into a big big post. Then I'll come back when I hit five weeks just to say 'hi', and those two letters will tide me over another six weeks. Because this will take a long ( Read more... )

I was bored, and what does a bored boy do? Create a new screen name. Because I get through them faster than the Terminator got through rounds of ammo.

Congratulations! Your new screen name is: wilstolethetarts.

Without any spaces which makes me look a retard I know. I would clap my hands like a slightly deranged idiot if you could tell me what I am ( Read more... )

She was fat and lumpy, her face and body swollen as if her prettier self had forced her way out and the old body was still recovering from the wounds. She was fat and lumpy, like dough that had been made out of rice flour. The smell that seeped out from her pale, unhealthy-looking skin was sour, the smell of unwashed clothes and greasy hair, the ( Read more... )

My bandmate Nick and I had a massive fight last night. About mascara and whether old men should be allowed to wear it. I was firmly in favor of mascara-wearing for the geriatrics. Come on, just cos they're old doesn't mean they're not allowed to try and look good anymore. Nick on the other hand is convinced that mascara should only be worn by ( Read more... )

I hate getting up in the mornings. More precisely, I hate having to get up and go through the whole routine of brushing teeth, showering, inspecting the injuries I may have received the night before, and the worst ritual of all, shaving. It's just so monotonous. I just hate looking at my reflection in the mirror in the morning. That rather grim ( Read more... )

I am upset and confused. I go away for a couple of days to play at Reading and Leeds Carling Weekend in England (it was awesome, by the way) and I come back thinking nothing has happened. Ignorance is supposedly bliss, but it makes everything ten times worse when you find out. I come back to this shit sitting on my Friends page.

This whole Pete ( Read more... )