Cheer up, fucker

I had had a rubbish day yesterday, so apologies for the over the top rant. I'm still pissed off, but the internet 'phone thing seems like a problem with my computer and I haven't actually been overcharged for my bill; it's just the price of love. I'm still irritated, but life goes on I guess. I need to remember to chill the fuck out. My bike shoul (hopefully maybe probably not) be arriving today FINALLY, so I'm going to take my anger out by cycling around I think. I plan on having a nice ride tonight; the weather seems nice. Sigh.
Late shifts at work are BORING, but at least I'm not stressed. Anyway I probably shouldn't be on here, but I don't take fag breaks (unlike everyone else), so I think I deserve five minutes off here and there.

BLAH

Thirty minutes of holding and one fruitless 'phone conversation later...

Apparently once I stop pacing and swearing, anger turns to depression. Hoorah.

FUCK THE FUCK OFF YOU FUCKING CUNT

I can't remember ever being so angry. I'm fucking sick of everyone's shit. I got an internet 'phone from Tesco today, but the software obviously doesn't work because the website is down. This annoyed me.
I swear my Orange bills come every two weeks rather than every month, and they are always £33ish, even though I'm on a £20 a month contract and I never use all my free minutes or texts, but I pay it anyway because it's less hassle than complaining and shit I guess. But today it is fucking £66.38. WHAT THE FUCK AM I BEING CHARGED £46 FOR????? FUCK YOU! So I call up to speak with an operator and get put in a queue. After ten minutes of holding, I get cut off. WHAT THE FUCK. So I call again and after another ten minutes of listening to SHIT MUSIC I get cut off again. I have been sitting here screaming to myself for half an hour now. FUCKDIVOLSDHI IM ACTUALLY HSAKING WITH RAGE. AAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGG FUCKING CUNTS! I would rather have no 'phone than put up with this bullshit anymore, so If you try contacting me anytime soon and you can't get through, don't be surprised. I fucking hate this shit, I do not want to spend all my free fucking time talking to cunts who don't give a shit about me.

FUCK

Do not watch the following video

You will regret it and I will be unable to return to you the wasted four minutes and twenty-four seconds.



I'm serious.

I'M GOOFY GOOBER!

ROCK!
The Spongebob Squarepants movie is brilliant. I've never been a huge fan of the television program (although it has it's moments), but seriously, the film is absolute genius. The scene leading up to the musical finale is fantastic in it's own right, and then the actual song... Words cannot describe.
Went to Bromley yesterday to buy some things, mostly Christmas presents (in fact solely Christmas presents), met Fayeski BEAT for luncheon.
I'm not eating well at the moment. I have about two meals a day, neither of which I tend to finish. Not to mention how unhealthy most of it is.
I forgot what song it is that goes "AND THAT'S A FACT!", which is extremely annoying because I quite want to listen to it, I think. Upon Googling it, it seems that there are many songs with that line, but this one has some lyrics... Then the backing vocals say in a spoken/almost shouted tone "AND THAT'S A FACT!". Man that's irritating. [EDIT: It's Make War by Bright Eyes]
Went to a place called the BlagBar last night for Jordana's 20th Birthday, it was well good. The bar had loads of strange Hindu ornaments dotted around, and they played crazy Indian-jazz-funk-fusion music. Then Thomas Thomas played a set with two other guys, it was amazing. I felt really shitty, though, so I left quite early. Still well good.
I always think negatively of weekends seeming to go so quickly, but I am rather looking forward to several events in the future, so I guess I could think of it in a good way.
I'm having a hard time writing more music, I just keep playing the same little bit over and over, I can't seem to progress with it. I need some inspiration. I also need to tidy my room, but I lazy.
The Pick of Destiny was well good.
I think I'll have a bath now... But what to listen to...?

Yawn.

Hungry For The Rock

Tenacious D are rad'. New album, film tonight, and I'm going to see them in the flesh on December 17th with this dude from work. Should be AWESOME, even if it is costing me sixty squid and I have to go all the way to Brighton for it...
Sweet. I was in a surprisingly good mood today. I don't mind work so much while I'm actually there anymore, because I'm pretty relaxed now, in two ways: I don't care what the people there think of me, and I don't work very hard. So now all I hate are the hours, the dress code and the principle of office work. Silver lining.
My bike still hasn't arrived, which I'm pretty peeved about, I wanted to ride it to Bromley for practice tomorrow. Bah.
Uuuhhh... Yeah.
Brian Viglione has a funny name but is probably one of the best drummers ever. Checkit:


I feel sick.

So I pull out my gun...

I feel like I haven't written a real blog in quite a while, partly due to lack of internet, partly due to actually doing things outside of my room (shock, horror). I have been relatively busy lately, and it seems the future is similarly chock-full. I don't like it. I always have a good time when I'm out, I just like my own time.
I have felt even lonelier since last weekend, as I knew I would. I suppose it's a nice kind of loneliness, though.
I have been completely wasted twice in the past week and smoked a buttload of cigarettes. It was fun at the time, but once again I realise why I try not to make a habit of either of them. I don't remember much of last night, but the general mood was really good. Fayeski got me the live Dresden Dolls DVD, brilliant, and Jor got me a well cool planetarium thingy. It's wicked. Laura and Jade both got me some organic produce. Cannabis and a parsnip... It was safe to see Lav after so long, too.
Family stuff today. Was alright as far as family things go, but I really hate family things. No, hate is too strong, but I certainly don't love them. I got some cool crap. +44 album, seems good so far. My mum knitted me a ten-foot by one-foot scarf. Who knew she could knit? It's well good. Getting a bike, too. Gonna whip myself into shape by cycling to work for the next seven months. I'm gonna be mega-healthy. Assuming I stick to it, but I like to think I have a certain tenacity about myself. That was just an excuse to lead on to my next point; the Tenacious D film is out tomorrow and I should be going to BlueWater to see it. Looking forward to it. I feel this has been a sub-par blog, I need to get back into the blogging more. I also need to watch all twelve "Trapped In The Closet" videos by R Kelly, and so do you; believe me, it is so unbelievably hilarious.

Two-hundred miles seems pretty far, but they've got planes and trains and cars, I'd walk to you if I had no other way...

Exeter (Short Version)

Since I have to be up for work in seven hours, I'm keeping this brief:

Road trip to Exeter last weekend. Fucking amazing. Brilliant. Probably one of the best weekends in the history of anything. Watch the video (it's taken me two days to make because everything that could've gone wrong with it, did).




DO DO DO DOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Sigh/For F...

Yesterday I was in a well good mood, boppin' to Less Than Jake, playin' Sing Star, fuck, I even went to a pub (would you believe it?)! And my wireless router has broken so I don't have internet on laptop for the time being (hence lack of posts on here).
However, today, as the title suggests, I have had two settings: pissed off and depressed. I felt proper lonely and I don't even know why (I tortured myself with old photographs, which made it worse). Ahh I just... Ahh. I can't even fucking talk about it on here because of all the fucking outrage talking about this sort of thing causes. Fuckers, that's why I write this blog! And you took it away! And I get pissed off easily, as you can see. Gah. And I'm on the shitty downstairs computer.
Ohhhh whyyyyy do I feel like this, I fuckin' hate it, I feel so lonely, GAR.
Hung out with Fayeski BEAT all day, was rad'. Unfortunately (or maybe fortunately, I'm not sure) our love is strictly platonic, so I didn't feel any less lonely. I've missed Fayeski somethin' bad, though. Safe. Pizza Hut is inferior to Misos, though, which we found out the hard way. You call that service? Also, people need to be better parents if they're gonna let a baby crawl out their cunt. That was vile, but fuck it.
I wanted to write a long blog since I haven't done one for a while and probably won't d another for a while, especially since I've had quite an eventful week. Oh well.
This computer is rubbish.
...
I know I shouldn't. But if I want to, then why shouldn't I? People will tell me off, but I could give a fuck what people think. It would be a stupid idea ; I'd probably end up being all forlorn, anyway. Still, I think I want to... Even though I don't want to want to... Ahhhhh....
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I think I'm going to go and look at more heart-tearing photographs now whilst listening to horribly depressing music.

Where is your boy tonight?...

Can you see it? Can you see the mindcircle?

Went to a hallowe'en party Friday night, it was a lot of fun. I really love dressing up. I enjoy pretending to be someone/something else. I like not being me. I don't understand how "hallowe'en" is an abbrev. of "all hallows eve". I'm fairly confident that spell check is wrong when it tells me it's spelled "hallow e'en".
My computer has been very slow lately. It also keeps disconnecting from my wireless network sporadically, even when I never have any less than 75% strength signal. It got to a point where I got very upset, so I just spent about an hour deleting and uninstalling files and programs (respectively) that I don't need, running some virus scanning programs and the like. It seems to be alright now, but I don't want to count my chickens before they've hatched.
I have been neglecting my guitar lately, I don't like it. But I wrote some words that are fairly alright, and I have a riff or two in the bank, so when I get around to it I should be able to make something out of it.
People keep telling me I seem sad. Do I?... Am I?
Went to PAINtball yesturday for Chris T's birthday; it was the most fun day of paintball I have ever experienced. Terminator style duels with Tom, death or glory suicide runs and running circles 'round Harry (quite literally) were just some of the highlights. I'm covered in bruises and it hurts to... move. Worth it, though.
Afterwards, Tom, Matt and Jenni ended up coming back to mine for a positively magical evening. Pot and fireworks and sparklers are such a sweet mix. Terrifying and breathtaking. Well good. "Don't enter the mindcircle!" Tom is hilarious. "What's that little technique you're doing?" I should/will write a song called Mindcircles.
I get a sinking feeling in my stomach every time I think of work tomorrow morning.

Sunrise, sunset, swiftly go the days.

Oh, and also...

Everyone has been slamming Jonathon Ross for saying "She's a fucking liar. We'll find out she's got two legs next!" about Mrs. what's-her-face McCartney (she lost a leg in some sort of horrible accident).


I haven't read a single reporting of this without attention being drawn to Jonathon Ross' speech impediment.

Dickheads who don't even realise what fucked up hypocrites they are being piss me the fuck off. In fact, pro-political-correctness(-gone-mad) people piss me the fuck off.

Sure, a leg injury is worse than a speech impediment, but it's pathetic when people can't laugh about themselves. What does being offended achieve? Sometimes you can't help it, I s'pose. But have a sense of humour.

Rise Against may not have had the desired reaction...

All smiles and sunshine, a perfect world on a perfect day, everything always works out, I have never felt so fucking great.

"deja vu again"

Jordana: "I think it's gay when I, a man, has boobs"
Robin Williams: "Reality is just a crutch for people who can't deal with drugs"
Bright Eyes officially win "best newcomer" in the second SJA (Sporadic Jack Awards), while Thomas Thomas wins "Best Solo Performance". 'The Sufferer & The Witness' by Rise Against takes "Best Non-Depressing Album". Jay-Z won "Best Dressed Hippedy-Hopper" for the second time.
Last night was amazing. Arrived at Charing Cross and met Jor, hopped on a tube where I talked loudly about how horrific Saw 3 is. A middle aged woman put her fingers in her ears. I apologised to the train in general loudly, so my conscience is clear. Got to Chalk Farm and walked past a huge gang of pikeys. Whimpered a little. Had a little toke, relied on Jor finding the way there with a map. Ended up getting very lost. We got there eventually, though. Got to the pub and went in.
It was the place of dreams. Fucking amazing, tiny little room with a bar in the middle and a microphone in a corner. Cozy lighting and a chilled out atmosphere. Met Thomas, hung out with him a little. Legend. Went and sat in a corner and watched a few middle aged men sing and strum their hearts out, it was beautiful. Got some apple pie and sat down again to watch Thomas Thomas play. Man, it was amazing. I can't recall being happier in recent times. Incredible, easily the best act I saw all night, and I could probably extend "night" by a considerable amount.
Mmm. I've been feeling blue again, I had to listen to Rise Against just to cheer me up enough to write this blog. It worked a treat, though.
OK, my speakers are seriously breaking now. As in they cut out completely. As I screamed at my mother rather embarrassingly (knee-jerk reaction) "IF I DON'T HAVE MUSIC, I DON'T HAVE ANYTHING TO LIVE FOR!" - probably true. But lack of speakers doesn't mean no music, so I'm not committing suicide anytime soon, don't worry.
Work sucks, I know.
Might buy some new speakers at the weekend - this is quite exciting.
Been let down again, but less reaction this time. It's not like I can blame anyone, people have their reasons. I made myself not build my hopes up this time, too. Got no hope, innit.

Love is just an excuse to get hurt.