2010

Well, since most closed-minded humans regard time as a broken, measurable thing rather than a single, flowing stream of universal passing, I shall do what these close-minded people do in order to stay undercover. Treat 'New year' as a time to resolve a difference that you will make to yourself in order to make yourself and the 'year' better.

1) Cut back on swearing.
2) Prolonge my patience
3) Minimise anger
4) Avoid, to the best of my ability, fucking up the best things that happen to me so they dont got away (May/June 2009 as it is measured by us in order to feebly grasp the concept of time is a prime example of me fucking up and losing something priceless)

how on earth...?

im all confuddeled. im comfortable talking to zoe, but how the hell did we go from shopping to eastenders to the pope being pulled over to the cherub series to zoe's suspiscously sex related novels. I just dunno. There were a few things in between that sort of linked but honestly, thats sort of crazy.





Shazam





that is all

Christmas aftermath

My new guitar is awesome, no doubt about it. Got a new shirt (Amy should like that) and some other stuffs.

We iz got a band name now (probably) we are (probably) Lost Bravura, meaning a misplaced or un-findable display of bravery or boldness.

Ive remembered myself now, so there shallnt be a repeat of what happened at Jack's house. I know full damn well it was not sensible so it shall not happen again.

I dunno whether my eyes were just stinging or there was actually a sort of teariness going on. Twould be the first time in years, but that can only mean that it really means something now. I'm not going to let go of this. I'll remember even while others forget...

Who cares if my leg is burning, 'cause baby, you set my heart on fire ;)

This laptop will set my jeans on fire, serious, ITS BURNING ME! But I dont care. Took ages to fully swap the bedrooms around today, theres was so much stuff to move and sort through but now i have sky in my room. Listening to the Resistance on my new stereo. Love it...and something/one else but that'll have to wait until I trust you ¬_¬ actually, it doesnt matter because only Amy reads this shit anymore and she already knows so theres no point in going over it.

Passed my karate grading today, I am now a yellow belt :D

It should be band practise tomorrow, and its way overdue, must have been 5 weeks now since the last time. If it is cancelled again, I shall be most dissapointed.

when life gives you lemons, you bitch about it on facebook, then find a group for it.

i love failblog, its the best thing since...well almost anything, and graph jam is just as good. Thanks to my buddy and bandmate david, i am now practicing for tomorrows presentations. Do you want it loud, or moderatly ear shattering :D

YUM! white chocolate buttons :P

^^ another awesome thing.

45 things a girl wants but wont ask for.... 45 is a lot to get though, trust me, its a long list :S oh well, better get revising ;)

For Amy (the only left reading this bs)
Yes its obviously who you think it is, its not like im a very quick changer, and as is evident within the last post, it is highly unlikely that any change will occur within the fore-seeable future.

Birthday, Resistance,.... American sweets and mountain dew, yum :)

Yes. 15 now, and if your not yet 15, don't worry, you dont feel any different, except maybe abit more lathergic than normal but that could just be me. Mountain Dew, 46 grams of suger, Milk duds 37 grams of suger, some other chewy thing packed with sugar, HYPO! Fill me with sweet sugary goodness :D

The Resistance is just one album you can listen to start to finish. Its absolutly fantastic, Undisclosed desires is one of my favs, and i like exogenesis, defo part 1 is the best of the 3.

OMG JELLY BEAN FLAVOUR FIZZY DRINK! :P

I'm just sitting here considering whether to rethink over my feelings, I'm not sure whether its the right thing to keep on feeling about her the way i do, but everytime i try to let go, theres something that keeps from doing it. I cant seem to get her out of my head, but I keep losing faith in my reasoning. I'm confusing myself, and fighting myself over what to do, if only I could be sure its not a waste. I actually nearly shead a tear thinking about this, its a rather delicate issue for me, i dont want to get this wrong.

once again, its f***ing ages before i blog

its been awhile of not much, got my b-day pressie ages early, but no complaints about that :)
went out to get my chirstmas pressie sorted, black les paul style body, gold hardware, gold humbucker style pickups, abalone inlays, floating black scratch guard, black control dials, 2 tone, 2 volume, 3 way selector swtich, cream binding, yes its a westfield E-4500 worth £209, alot compared to my cruiser.

I havent got any money to buy people pressies this year, so people are gunna be dissapointed, and im gunna feel awful for not getting anyone anything :( please forgive me.

Just don't. EVER!

Never ever make the mistake of thinking 'oh, he'll be alright, he prefers to be by himself anyway' I've got some fucking news for you, i hurt just like every person, probably easier than some, i just try to kept it to myself and not be a rain cloud over everyones days, but some times its just to fucking much. I was left with no company besides my own thoughts, and that always go horrible wrong. I always start of by running events through in my head, normally different than they actually happened and most likely better, and i forget the misery of life, then i stop and look around and its like being hit by a brick when i come back to the real world. Then i spend the rest of the time being dismal inwardly thinking about the full insignificance of my life, and i get teen depression. Without people around to distract me from this cycle, or without being with people that i just generally enjoy being with, this keeps running and running until one day (like today) something just happens and it just builds up to be too much and I fall in to a dark pit of self degradation, i dont see the reason behind my own exsistance, i become detached from everybody, and that makes it even worse, its a vicious circle. It takes something special to drag me back, and it just wasnt there.

Unwanted attentions =/

^^ That sounds like song title.... :O I'll get to work on that later, not that I have anything better to do.

Made some new 'friends' on explorer camp. Twas good fun there, crate stacking is good fun. So is building fires. Sarah is ...irritating at best. She pushed over the crates i was on (a stack 16 crates high) so I took a swing at her head while I was in the air, so as punishment I became the recieving end of her affections. The wrong end. Both ends. Just get out the way of it all. Thank goodness its all over (he says hopefully) I wont be seeing too much of her from now on. (more hope)

Still have an opening for a singer in our band. There has been offers. Desirable I shall not say, it looks like we're running out of options, can't get too picky, but can't go too low.

Can't give in, can't let up now. Cry out for the falling, cry out for the low.
Don't leave hope, harden and cope, wait for our relief, clench our teeth, wait for our relief.

Boredom sometimes leads to productivity, like just then.

Its my stuff so sod off you grotty little wanker.

Is the no respect for property nowadays. My stuff is all I have so why cant people respect that. Im not refering to the shirts because thats an game that keeps Amy amused and therefore not bothering everybody. Im talking about my bastard little bro. He just wants to touch and piss me off. My guitar is the possesion i care about most, so why cant he leave it alone, hes already caused some damage, and I swear I'll cause him a great deal of discomfort if it becomes broken. Its the last thing inatimate thing I feel attached to, I could live without a wii or a laptop, but my guitar is fundamental to most of my time, without it I just would have nothing, its my last link to creativity and I am not going to lose that link or what becomes of it. If only the demon spawn would leave it be.

Its the line in the sand. The last retreat. If only it wasnt down to this...

just when you think its all over....BAM!!!

The title has rather limited relevance to this blog, only in the sence that ive started blogging again.

yesterday was awesome. we totally invaded the living room and made a big mess and loads of noise. serves my dad right for coming home early. OMG CHICKEN STEVE!! :O

had good fun today too. So yeah.

I iz in a band.

Yes im part of a band, i play second guitar, dan plays lead, david is bass and jacob is brums. We still need a singer. And there is a defo lack of lyrical inspiration. Its so hard, how do they do it. Writing a guitar part is easy, but then again, im used to it, but lyrics is a bitch.

COOKIES

Amys perception skills are amazing, she realised something that hadnt changed for maybe half a year. Well done you. and yes, your still number 5.

Bo.

Oh balderdash, I seem to have gotten myself into a spot of bother

Well, its very nearly school again chaps (just a sudden thought, how do you refer to a female...ummmm... chapette, yes, that'll do) and chapettes. I seem to have an issue with over sleeping, I'll have a real tough time getting up early. On the plus side, all my uniform still fits and I've finally decided that maths and french are actually worth doing, for the GCSEs, multi-lingual people are more desired for employment than singular-lingual people, and maths, well, maths is an employment benchmark, if you cant do it well, you've got a damn load of bother coming your way.

Side note- Making tea is an A-level for retards.... I mean those among us that have certain mental defiecienies, yes, thats better, that way those whom it concerns dont know what your talking about and are therefore, un-offended.

The holidays are definatly a worn out novelty now, I want to get back to school, its just so boring. I'll be able to see of my friends again, Jack N, Robert, Josh M-S, Amy, Etc.

For Amy: I'm afraid that your ambitions to come into possession of my shirts are an excercise in futility. They shirts are mine. No-one will take them from me, no-one shall remove them from me without my prior consent, which you do not and shall not have. You may however try for as long as you like, for it does not prove too much of an inconviniance to me at this time.

So, until we meet on the next monday, I bid you farewell shirt theif.

Geo-caches filled with useless crap.

Went out with Dan and Will today. Went looking for things Dan called Geo-caches. Found 3 in one trip, Geo-caches are containers that contain items, like money tracker bugs, Geo-coins, and other mostly cheap and useless crap. Geo-caches are most likely to be a hidden box, normally a military ammo box, yano, those green metal containers with the latches, or it could be a small camoed plastic box, or, in rare cases, a 35mm film case. The first person to locate a Geo-cache is rewarded with a congratulary letter, a money prize, and first pick of the items.

These are the rules: Any item removed from the cache, excluding money and the letter, have to be swapped with something else.

Tracker bugs and Geo-coins are also trade items.

If you find a GC or TB, log this on the website, and place it in a different Geo-cache.

Attempt to hide the cache better than it was hidden previously

We found a TB and a GC today. We tracked the TB from Holland to Italy then to where we found it, and the Dan kept the GC because it was awesome. We're trying to find more GCs so we can all have 1.

Spent most of the search running, was shattered at the end. I did voluteer though, cause Will didn't have a bike so a lent him mine a ran.

Thats what we did today.

End of story

Sort your self out before you can help others. Helping others can help sort yourself. Two sayings. Giant contradiction.

There so much bullshit around. It seems like everything is out there deliberatly to lie to you. For everyone out there, don't belive anything until you've really thought it through....but then again, you can lie to your self aswell, or at least, not really know whats best.

Then we get to questions. By all that we have, some questions are really stupid. Heres one particularally un useful one. "should I follow my heart or my head?" Neither, or make a mix of ideals. Both can get you into serious trouble, and sometimes, are the same idea said differently, more often than not however, both say completely opposite things, like moi, my heart is like yes and my mind is like i dunno whatevers best, and i'm like, thanks for the help. I don't know whats best!!

Its when the two agree its where the problem really gets going. The heart is what we associate with feelings, and the mind with logic. My feelings say yeah, and logically, my mind agrees, but it also, logically, concludes that its a dumb idea, which isn't really that helpful because it says go for it, but knows its not really the best thing. or is it.

I don't fucking know anymore.

Well I do, about half of it, but the other half isn't quite as easy as that. I know what, why, who, but not, how. and how is a biggy, simply because, if we don't know how, we don't know if its a good idea. Also, how is gonna be a hard one to sort, because of obvious issues involving the 'who's' view on the matter. I'm fairly sure its not the same as mine.


I think I know, but do I really want to?

I'm not going to say anymore on this.

Tally Ho.

boring, so. very. boring.

I don't know how much more of this I can take. Sitting inside infront of this laptop is going to drive me insane. The same is true for sitting in front of any other household entertainment device. I cant go on like this, its just not going to to work, I have to end it here. Hard, when most of your friends are 'unavailable'


too bored to put any thing else.

How...damply depressing.

Look at it. Its revolting isnt it? Its doing it again. Raining. Clouds pissing down on us, probably because they think its funny. Thats a degrading thought. Our entire exsistence, a large ongoing joke for Mother Nature. We're not laughing, and I definatly do not appreciant the thunder that sounding like a bomb. The Americans did it. There, now someones been blamed, we can move on.

United States of Eurasia + Collateral Damage. Thats the name of my USoE file. When I saw 'Collateral Damage' I was expecting some sort of really heavy guitar outro. Buno. Its a piano piece. A boring one.

Hmmm. Time for a little history lesson on our cousins over the Atlantic. Don't get me wrong, there have been some decent Americans, like Martin Luther King Jr. and Abrham Lincoln, but there are also bad Americans, and the bad Americans are winning because all the decent Americans get shot.
Now, let us remember these good Americans, by taking the piss out of the bad ones.

Thats about it really. So, All things said, old boy, there is no real reason to continue today, enjoy this wonderful British weather, just don't forget the crumpets.

Tally ho

*yawn*

bored as hell, nothing to do, office chair uncomfy, feel rubbish, must do something tommorow.

Well now thats out of the way, its the 3rd of august, the sort of time where the novelty of 6 weeks of holiday kinda starts to wear off.

I mean really wears off.

My chair, where I am sat at this time, has tried to kill me. Twice. I lean back to pick something up and WHAM! The bolt holding the left side of the seat to the chair gives up the ghost, and the seat tips over throwing me off and I hit my head on the wardrobe :(

The second was much the same, except the chair decided it wanted to fall on me aswell.

Well fucking done arsehole.

My words as I remove the chair off me.


I am in dire need off guitar plectrumes, I mean, you can do without or find some sort of improvised replacement, but an actual pick is much better than the plastic bits that hold up curtains and let the move on the rails. MUCH better in fact.

Might start going for a run in the mornings, you know, keep up fitness, kill some time, that sort of thing.

Saw a kid on 1 of those stupid 2 wheel skateboard things that twist in the middle. I was like "It's just a matter of time before he falls of that thing." Shortly followed by "I told you so."

lulz.

Notice for my brother: Washing more than 1 a week is not a deadly sin, and the summer holidays is not an excuse for not washing at all to become a religous obligaction. Smelly twat.

Calm down old chap, drowning is allowed if you do it safely

You can't go for a decent swim these days, its all crowded and you just can't get a good rythm going. You have be careful about the kids jumping in, its like carpet bombing.

Watched the A-Team earlier :), thats a real man's program, we don't need no soap jibba jabba you crazy fool.

O_O, O.M.G. FLORENCE DOESN'T KNOW WHAT TOP GEAR IS, WHO THE STIG IS, OR WHO CHUCK NORRIS IS!!! :O THAT SHOULD BE A CRIME!

But you know, thats just life, man.

Well, its turn out, so far, to be another glorious English summer. How terrific, I love English summers...not. All there is to do on those paricularly English days is to rot in front of a laptop or T.V, not really what i want to be doing. I have so much pent up energy those days.

Okay, self-promise time, I WILL NOT behave in an innapropriate manner again, I shall be the soul of good manners.

I WILL keep this one. I have failed myself too many times.

Alrighty then, thats that.

OMFG, theres so much Anti-Brit and Anti-American hate going over the Atlantic, the Brits slam them, they slam back. Of course the Brits are better but we're all the same really. They just need to remember whose language it is.

Thanks to our lovely weather pattern, I've had lots of time to mull over all the things I've done over the past school year. Having a damn good go at making Mrs Legrand flip by being 'un-focused' during her French classes. (yes it was all on purpose), a particularly nice period of time in late spring-early summer (I'm not sure of the exact period of time, I had other things on my mind), that came to a rather abrupt end, curse you teenage mood swings :(, general good times with my mates, new talents in karate and with my guitar. Things I happily remember, and things I keenly regret. but thats just life.

Ah i just remembered mine and jacks 'yokel' day. We was all done speakin' in the way them there yokels in the ol' states be speakin' like, we wern't none too good at it, mind, but we gave it dayum good go, them were days, I be gettin' a few chuckles for my not so good makings o' the lingo, but y'all gotta understand that that all be parta me charm.

Oh dear, looks like I rambled again.

Anyway, old chaps, it looks like we're coming up the end, lads. Chocks away, old bean, and tally ho.

revelation, (nothing to do with muse)

sitting here, thinking, right now. i worked it out.

after realising my tendency to skip words while typing, yet while in my mind, ive typed it, i found the true complexity of human nature. (well, at least MY nature) ive discovered that the human mind has a complex method of dealing with the reality of events. it builds up other realities, in which things happen better or worse. we all call upon these personnel alternate realities, even without noticing, this is where all the, "what if that had happened?" and other questions form.

for some reason or another, i have many alternate realities, and i believe that it is the running of these that causes certain absentminded errors and apperances. yet, i seem to be able to keep these alternations sperate from what is real, it never seems to spill over, and the effort for that must really take up alot of brain power.

i have all sorts of versions of events, some that happen better and some that dont, some have even lead to my untimly demise, i dont focus on those alot but theyre still there. some of the better ones have a tendency to casue a great deal of regret. (oh wait hold on, that regret is a form of over lap that i forgot about so what i said earlier isnt quite true) i wont go into any detail otherwise that would take forever, so cut short, we are all overly complex in the ways in which shun what we dont like.

woah, did i come out with that, well i'll be damned, i'm better at this that i thought

hols :)

probably gunna be really lax with my blogging for the whole of the summer hols. lets get at least 1 done before i go about 5 weeks of fuck all.

just got back from Cumbria (no its not a funny name) some of the most spectacular and beautiful veiws ive seen. climbed (well walked) up scafell pike, highest mountin in england, not much really the scots AND the welsh have bigger 1s. u'd think from the top of that, there would be the most amazing view. but no. 3/4 quaters up and my world had shurnk down to a rocky barren slope with wind trying to push me over and a thick white fog blanketing everyeverything over 5 metres away. not very fun. we were in the clouds. now just to be clear, erase all fictions of the inside of a cloud as a fluffy comfortable place. its not. its like a constant drizzle, that soaks u completely. had a well good holiday home tho. fucking traffic miles long, such a nice man for telling us about a back road from the service station that lead onto a quiet back road, got home so much quicker.

not much else really, i havent got much to say cuz i cant be bothered

last day for meh! XD

last day of school for for me, WOOHOO, going on hols to cumbria 2moz, should be great. got £70 to spend so ill be fine.

felt decidedly better today, had great lols with zoe and flo, flo is the most evil person i know, she hit me with a stick. over the head. ¬_¬ i will get u back 1 day. liam was a zombie, we kicked his arse, 3 times. im sorry but no matter what u are or how hungry, u dont bite my friends. EVER.

great geography lesson, mostly because theres no geography involved in playing the last stand 2. yes, we just fucked around for 50 mins, once we found game sites that werent blocked.

a whole 6 week summer hols to gget through, all bets im bored ridged near the end of it, hope i get to see my mates in brix etc. at least a couple of times.

feelings

As your typical teenager, my emotions are often all over the place, and i mean real crazy, but more recently, ive kinda leveled out into a kind of pattern, i keep up indifference for a while, then that will go away and leave me in a kind low depression. i dont really help myself. when im on my own, my thoughts always stray to 'what ifs' i.e. 'what if i hadnt said that' or 'what if that didnt happen'. i live in an almost perpentual other reality, because this one isnt very good.



put simply, i have regrets, and i feel empty, thankfully, the years of feigned indifference have paid off, and i can hide how i feel in public but for how long. i hate this.

i wrote something the other day about how i felt. not clever. thankfully, i managed to rescue it before any reading to took place but holy shit.

im undecided on what to do. do i try to supress how i feel and risk a breakdown? do i tell her how i feel about her and risk everything? i just dont know!

well, i dunno

cant really think of a title cuz this 1 is gunna be random.

was on ma own in the house yesterday evening. very simple. guitar.amp. volume. UP. TeeHee.
broke my fav pick, the end snapped of and now its dodgy to use :(. ill have to go into town and get some new ones,

really bored in DT yesterday. textiles. yay (heavy sarcasm, more like 500000 tons of it), thought of ways to cuss in french.

sa mere a un penis = ure mum has a dick.
La soeur du Jazib a un penis= jazib's sister has a dick. probs y he did her ooooooooooo.

got to do fuck all in english 2 lessons in a row. working actually gets results. drew shit for flo then had her mark it. it was her game so whateva, but my chicken deserved 30/30

can finally play exopolitics solo. for people that dont know, its a muse song. that song has been the focus of my play for awhile, learnt all but the solo real quick, then got stumped by it, but ive got it :).

florence smudged my thingymabob in my planner. that was a well thought out expression and u ruined it! that started speculation among jack and flo over who the writing was about. florence thinks its zoe jack doesnt, and im not gunna take out all the fun by telling them, i mean i wouldnt ever think of cutting short such valuble time they can spend thinking about. oddly, it never occured to them at the time, that i was right there and they couldve asked. i wouldnt have told them but they still couldve asked. it could be that it was about nobody, and i was merely expressing what is all caught up with no where to go. or maybe not, or maybe yes etc. etc.

i love being cyrptic and making it just that bit harder.

i should probably write it again, and this time, im gonna skip the old language. that should help a tiny bit, the structure of the sentences is really hard to get write it that form of speech.

archaic speech owns :P

read a book last night. had a knight guy that spoke in the archaic way and manged to insult someone 3 times in a single sentance, maybe 2.

mine eyes find thy face rupulsive and thy scraggely hair would seem a more sutiable for the rear-end of a flea-ridden mongeral dog than for human bearing. Did thy mother mayhaps pursue sexual recreation witheth a wild goat? owned

archaic speech is good for displaying all sorts of emotion. but it really sucks, i can stand it. why have i even put this up.

rain, torment, life stuff

rain.
lots of.
ruined my hair. ¬_¬ arse wipe.

we was all wet. as in water wet.

i love getting on jacks nerves, its just so easy. the smallest little thing and he gets him in such a state. all i did was refuse to tell him who i fancy. well, lets put it right, its ................

ha sucker as if i'd say.

but he doesant need to know, only i need to know, for know, but then again, i've said who before so i shouldnt have to repeat myself.

spent german and maths writing my observations on modern society. maths was more focused on social stuff, like love and shallowness.

i is deep.

oh, and dont bother trying to read through the rest of the blog trying to find who it is, i got rid of it. so tough luck.

heat :/

cant be bothered to blog much

too hot to do anything

bleh

god gawd some people...

How unreliable can you get, i could only go out 11 till 2 or 4 onwards, when do they call, 3, right smack in the middle. *facepalm* silly people

beat the crap out of some foam tubes today at karate, then used said tubes to beat the crap out of each other, SO FUN.

If you cant do something first time, you arent Chuck Norris.

You know, you'd think people would take more time to look now adays, when you just stop and pay attention to the people aroound you, its amazing how much you never realised, but then again, somethings are best left unknown, also a problem for people, they absolutly HAVE to know, the think the only way to find out is to pester and annoy, i prefer the above method, slowing down a little. ive only thought of it cause i nearly got hit by a car (again) but whats the point of haveing a life if you arent going to take a risk every now and again, i just cant avoid doing dangerous things, probably cause its what i live for, dangerous, stupid and unorthadox things, like climbing and parkour.

Stuck in the middle, gotta make the choice, gotta get off the fence, but i like the fence, its a good vantage point to see what happens, see whats up, and just generally be like a ninja.

NINJA SHEEP :O

They're after jack.

Oh well.

What am i on about?

Nothing.

Anyway, i want something new to happen, yano, something that'll really mix things up, but it just dont happen, everyones just too content for my likeing, but when did i get anything in my favor? Maybe i should do something really crazy, just to mix it up, vehiculer mansluaghter? No? :( Such a shame.

I always wanted to learn how to pilot an aircraft, it just seems such an awesome thing to do. Watch the world from a different angle, pull of some awesome flight manuevers, spend a while with the lads in the RAF, good bunch of blighters them, earn plenty of money working for an airline, then fuck up and fly through the pearly gates of heaven. ON FIRE! How awesome would that be. Of course, the end would come while flying solo in my own plane, i wouldnt want to take anyone with me. Thats what i want to do.

legends :)

seem as tho every1 else has done a legends blog, i mite as well follow suite.

Dan:

1:super silky smooth (i treat him like a master of the art of smooth)
2:some AWESOME LOLZ
3:he actaully doesnt share his problems, like SOME people (hint hint)

Jack S:

1:plenty of good lolz (i mean loads)
2:iz good for practising evilness on.
3:explorer buddy
4:his problems have made me think and now im like a master of understanding, even if i do get a bit impatient

Garreg:

1:GARREG IZ LEGEND

Norrish:

1Crazy lolz
2:awesome hair

Amy:

1: the only other person that seems to blog anymore.

David:

1:the only person i know that can turn a red bull can into an IED with just stuff in his shed.
2:goes along with my evil planz. >:-)

Robert:

1:understands
2:we can just talk for ages about failure in the military and government and keep taking the piss the whole time

there we go, some of ma legend peps.

mischief

hehe, i cudnt help myself, shud get better typing skills, it was SO obvious.

fools hope

fools hope is foolish, that is why im giving up on it, its all about the future now. yes amy that also means that im not going to or do anything perverted anymore. history is done, and now it is going to stay history. unless of course things change again, but the quite frankly horrible person ive been lately has gone. ive been such idiot.

well, i dunno

im just gonna strain for somein to say cuz im bored.

coldplay. fuckin amazing. 1 of ma favorites. just cant get enough of viva la vida or fix you.

'When you love someone but it goes not waste,
could it be worse,

Lights will guide you home,
and ignite your bones,
and i will try,
to fix you

high up above or down below,
when your too in love to let it go,
but if you never try you'll never know,
just what you were'

fix you, x&y, awesome.

beats muse anyday :P

when i hear this i just wanna sing along and i dont care how many people lose their hearing as a result, well, i would but thats not the point.

the story to fill the gap

Havnt blogged in ages so im just gonna do a brief cover over of whats gone on.

had her lost her simple as.
i set up a few life guidlines ive made up for myself:

1:act like a gentlemen only when they deserve gentlemen like treatment.
2:never cling to the past, let it go and embrace the future.
3:dont lie, cheat or steal, well lieing is leniant when it is for the best.
4: no killing
5:treat girlfriends with complete loyalty and respect and love.
6:no racism
7:carefully prioritise, with those who deserve the time first, i.e. girlfriends.s
8:loosely follow 1, 2, 3,
9:treat the others as laws of life.
10:follow 9. etc


i passed my karate grading and im now a red belt, ive strated my DoE and ive got it all sorted out, and thats about it. Oh just 1 thing, Mrs Legrand sucks mega girrafe abortions

happy :)

well, just happy, cuz well, i like her, she likes me, :)

Small note: That guy was the nickname given to me by the explorers when the cudnt be bothered to learnt my name. Jack is physco.

Begin

k its day 1: well, really part from this i havent done all that much. Hopefully my french work is now good enough to not warrent a return to me. eugh. death to france.

yesterday, in facebook chat, i was asked to do start talking, so i did. A bit toooooooo much for the thing to handle. i probs shudnt hav put some of those things in. Ah well its was only jack n robert that saw it. How bad cud it be?

... note to self: VERY BAD but i trust them...ish

This weekends repetoire of riffs: reptilia, monsters (ish)

This weeks most idiotic moment; saturday morning: 10:45. Our swimming instrutor spends five minutes explianing the most simple drill on earth, next to me Lewis (ginger) afterwards says out loud 'what are we doing again' the entire pool looks at him AND he still doesnt get the fact he is an idiot. I hate lewis.

Note: having higher belts in karate copy you while ure doing their kata is a great morale boost. Then crushed by the very tiring excersise that involves plenty of running. Phhh.