This is why I don't have a blog...
HighI'm only writing this now because i'm bored as hell, lonely and fed up with revision. I haven't spoken to anyone except family face to face for about three weeks. I AM A SOCIAL PARIAH. Study leave may be good for the brain but it is not good for the soul. Assuming i've got one.
I'm sure it must be around here somewhere.
The little jukebox in my head must be broken, all the way through my exams it keeps playing Scream, which is incredibly off-putting. That and many, many Oomph! Tracks. Om nom nom, delicious Oomph!
My iPod is full of Jrock. Someone kill me.
I don't really know what i'm talking about, no-ones going to read this anyway. That's another reason why I don't bother with blogging, nobody would read it, which kind of defeats the point of sharing my thoughts with all the other wonderful people of the internet. Unless I did something like a lulzcow. But i'm not a drama lama by nature, so maybe not.
The weathers lovely by the way. Lots and lots of rain- THUNDER AND LIGHTENING AHOY. Haven't had a good storm like that for a good year. There are also many rainbows, which are always pretty. BUT THEN YOU KNEW THAT DIDN'T YOU.
Oh lawds, I have resorted to the weather. Very British of me. I'd apologise, but I wouldn't really mean it, which makes it worthless and a pointless waste of typing. Not that this whole journal entry isn't, although it is killing time rather nicely.
Okay, okay, less shit, moar artz.
WHAT CAN I DO GUIZE??? I'm so talentless and motivated by nothing. Well, there are things that would motivate me, but they probably shouldn't be mentioned. Ever since Twilight and it's sparkly faggotry I've been unwilling to dip into the vampire archives of my mind (although I have a good couple of anti-Twilight ideas forming. Although i'm too lazy to write them don because nothing ever sounds right written down as it does inside the mind, know what I mean?)
Maybe I'll do some Haikus. I like them. So simple and cool and often illogical. Not vampire ones though. No.
Ah well. I'm going now, invisible reader monkeys.
I BID THEE FAREWELL and I promise never ever to darken your doorways with my pointless stream of thoughts ever again. Yes?
PIP PIP.
(p.s. Nosebleeds are pretty :3 )
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PROCRASTINATORS UNITE!
...tomorrow.
BOB BRYAR = LOVE + THE SEX.
ALSO, MINE.
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"Turn off your television. Go do something." ~ Maynard James Keenan; frontman of Tool and A Perfect Circle - a fellow Artist
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None of that Sissy Crap
Are you tired of those sissy 'friendship' poems that always sound good,
But never actually come close to reality?
Well, here is a series of promises that actually speak of true friendship.
You will see no cute little smiley faces on this card --
Just the stone cold truth of our great friendship.
1. When you are sad -- I will help you get drunk and plot revenge against the sorry bastard who made you sad.
2. When you are blue -- I will try to dislodge whatever is choking you.
3. When you smile -- I will know you are thinking of something that I would probably want to be involved in.
4. When you are scared -- I will rag you about it every chance I get until you're NOT.
5. When you are worried -- I will tell you horrible stories about how much worse it could be until you quit whining.
6. When you are confused -- I will try to use only little words.
7. When you are sick -- Stay the hell away from me until you are well again. I don't want whatever you have.
8. When you fall -- I will laugh at your clumsy ass, but I'll help you up.
9. This is my oath.... I pledge it to the end. 'Why?' you may ask;
Because you are my friend.
Friendship is like peeing in your pants, everyone can see it, but only you can feel the true warmth.
Send this to 10 of your closest friends,
Then get depressed because you can only think of 1.
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"Turn off your television. Go do something." ~ Maynard James Keenan; frontman of Tool and A Perfect Circle - a fellow Artist
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I Ain't No Abacus, But You Can Count On Me
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