"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.