| Vroom Vroom |
[Apr. 5th, 2006|05:07 am] |
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o/~ Drive all day, and through the night,
Romance the road, winding left and right.
The stars above guide me, the moonlight is free.
A feeling inside me, and the whole world to see. o/~
Nothing like driving for 4 hours around country roads and the streets.... both at 70 mph... >.> <.<
..... However, now my dick is fucking cold. And I ran out of petrol. Completely. I'm pretty much stranded ;.;
Oh, and Monday was best night ever. Better than sex! Which I was too tired to do at the time anyway.
And now I'm going to try and cook some out-of-date, poor quality food and hope I don't get food poisoning. It's a hard knock life being poor, you know. Later I be going to my old drummer's house to jam like a mofo and possibly get drunk. Again.
On another note. I'm wondering where all my braincells are getting to. |
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| Raaaawr |
[Feb. 22nd, 2006|07:43 am] |
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I got attacked and attemptively mugged by a guy wielding a knife, but with my uber ninja skills I managed to beat him up and take £10 from him. Muhahahahahaha. Unfortunately, I have a small cut on my right cheek.
In other news, I just had 8 cups of coffee and have failed to sleep for unknown reasons. Hmm. Puzzlement.
I have school in about an hour! "Oh noes", I cry, "I will have to put up with all the emokids and phoneys in a sleepy state while trying to remember the people who keep waving at me and saying hi's names, as well as learn how to use the English language correctly!".
All in all, life is pretty damned great, and I'm not even being sarcastic. Plus I no have £10 that I can spend on.... err............ stuff. Like petrol.
Spasms of feeling good rule. |
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| Vroom. |
[Oct. 18th, 2005|11:18 pm] |
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I got my motorbike on Sunday. You can fuck off now. Don't need the bloody internet to pass time now that I can buzz around aimlessly and go to friends and Lillias' in a flash. About bloody time too. So boring...
I'll probably come crawling back when it gets too icy to go out on it. You all suck though. |
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| Now we return to the news |
[Sep. 25th, 2005|08:43 pm] |
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Huzzah, time to bore you all with my useless information about my life like every other LJ user on the face of earth just to fulfill my ego that people know about my life. Oh my gosh. You better reply, or I'll cry that no one is interested in my completely boring world. I'm serious.
Actually, I just wanted to rant because life is my business, and life is good. Too good. So you know, I might become an optimist if I don't complain about shit.
What's with these little couples going around saying they love each other, and in some cases getting "engaged" before they've even been going out for 4 months, only to feel threatened by every single member of the same sex who meet their partner? OH NO! They might steal your precious loved one, who if they really loved you wouldn't leave you for somebody else just like that, and if you really loved them, you wouldn't mind if they went off with somebody else to feel even happier than they were with you! Go fuck off, you posers. The world has too many of you hypocritical bastards running around. I used to be like that and I'm damn glad I ain't now. Maybe it was just because my relationship was fragile. That's probably the same case here. Hahaha, the irony. Either way, I'm still going out with Lillias after 6 months and 1 week. Am I scared of all the males she meets? No. Do I feel threatened? No. Does she? No. Go figure.
I mean, what the fuck? Since when did you need permission to be friends with a girl just because you're a heterosexual male? It's a joke. It follows the whole homophobia thing where guys think that all gays check out all males. As if. If it's because the person has cheated on you before, why the hell are you still going out with them? Dump the fucker. They obviously don't love you, and you obviously don't love them if you need to give them permission to be friends with another girl or guy. That's called being downright selfish. |
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| Feh |
[Aug. 30th, 2005|10:57 pm] |
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My mum called me today and stated that I should think long and hard about still wanting to ride a motorbike. My step dad's best friend and partner in his business died today. He fell off his motorbike and died instantly. It's not sure exactly -how- he fell off, but he didn't get hit by a car or an obstacle. This really sucks, and I feel pretty down about it. I knew the guy; he gave me a lift to the hospital when I broke my wrist falling off a motorbike. That was the last time I saw him. I feel really sorry for my step dad - he's already lost his brother to a motorbike accident - and of course the guy's family. I still want to go ahead with it though. I'm not afraid of dying, but I'm damned afraid of hurting myself badly or the pain it'd cause for those who love me if I were to die. I guess I'll just have to be extra careful.
I took today off school because I was feeling generally shit with a bad cold. Spent the entire day playing guitar, writing music, reading up on stuff and yakking boredly.
Saturday was great. Had a bunch of friends around at mine. Had a lot to drink, but I got a violent when we all started walking home (they were going home, I was heading to my mum's with Lillias). I got pissed off/depressed at one of my friends because he was lying about how much he had had to drink. A bit low, yea, but it was just the fact he -lied- that set me off. Once me and Lillias were alone, I started telling her about how I felt with my friends, and how I feel shit about not being able to truely be me with them, or having the feeling they are deceiving me. I get like that when I'm drunk and haven't had anything to drink in a while. I dunno why. Anyway, she calmed me down a bit and we began walking towards my mum's flat when she started to sing "Bike" by Pink Floyd in an attempt to cheer me up. Me, being the angry bugger that I am, told her to shut up because I wasn't in the mood. That was one of the biggest regrets I have right now. She immediatley burst out crying, as you would if someone you loved told you to shut up as you were trying to cheer them up. I turned around and went back to comfort her. I've never felt so shit in a long time. Anyway, once I got her to understand I didn't mean to flip out like that, we went back to my mum's and straight into bed, where me n' Lillias laid for a while, drawing messages on each other. Then we both started crying. But in a happy way. I feel so womanly :p
Anyway, I loves you, Lillias, and although I've went over this damned thing a few times and you know why I did it, I still feel rank about it. You've been great to me and you really didn't deserve it.
I went way off topic there o.o |
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| Oh yeah, this thing |
[Aug. 23rd, 2005|12:02 am] |
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Well, haven't updated in ages, mainly because I've found other, more worthwhile things to do. Like beating up old women with sticks.
Sooo.. what's been happening..... still going out with Lillias, back at school, made a breakthrough with songwriting, broke my damned mp3 player (or my dad did.. I forget), got my cast taken off, got very drunk a couple of times, called my dad a boring turd, been flirted with twice by random people (one drunk, one... possibly drunk) and I've not been able to get to sleep much due to "stress" apparently. I dunno whether it really is, but that's what I've been told it could be. Who needs sleep anyway? Coffee all the way, baby.
I also bought 2 posters. But I have no pins or blu-tac to stick 'em up with. Shame, really. Skeletons! :(
Errrrrmmm.... oh, go back on zee motorbike on Wednesday. No injury gonna stop me biking! Well... unless I lost a limb or something. Or died. Meh.
Missing Lillias. No seen her in.... 2 days ;.; Next month is our 6 month anniversary, hurrah, and I'm planning a surprise.
Hair's still growing. Lookin' better by the day *cough*.
Got pretty shit grades in my exams. Gonna see about appealing. I guess 3/5 passes ain't so bad >.>; 'sides, got this year to work hard. And that I bloody am! Anyway, finally managed to drone myself to a tired state. Shall try sleeping. Go me. |
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| Rawr |
[Aug. 7th, 2005|09:09 pm] |
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Well, that was fun. Lots of burgers, beer, whiskey, rum and vodka. And a trampoline o.o I didn't get drunk... for that long. Had to sober up when Lillias had a little bit too much to drink and was ever so slightly err... out of it xP Still, a few cups of coffee later and she was fine. I was very responsible despite the amount of alcohol I had *nod nod*. Anyway, the guy who was hosting the get-together made a complete ass of himself, as he always does when alcohol is involved. He's a bit of a lightweight and is just... annoying when drunk. He threw up about a dozen times, kept going on about how he was gorgeous, kept complaining about not getting any girls, kept apologising and blethered the biggest heap of shit I've ever heard.
So we headed back home early. Everyone was too tired to do anything. Me and Lillias went to my dad's (he's away offshore). Tut, noisy girl ;p Anywho, woke up, made pancakes, went back to bed and other stuff blah blah now I'm here. And I'm bored again.
Ah well, time to do it again next weekend. |
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| Boooored |
[Aug. 6th, 2005|12:13 am] |
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I'm running out of things to do at home since I broke my wrist and completed Fallout. Meh. I wish I could play guitar, but this dumb cast gets in the way for playing fast. So I'll blether a load of shit in here. As always.
Well, went to Lillias' today and lazed around talking n' shiznit. My cast-hand stinks because it got damp in the shower and got a few drops of Jasmin from when we were massaging each other in it. Not a good combination >.< Luckily I only smell it I'm say, scratching my face.
On the way home a bunch of drunken 14 year olds... or at least I think they were drunk. You can't really tell, because they're all so bloody loud in public places because they're constantly looking for attention. It's like a fashion. Hope it dies out. I would have thrown a shoe at them but I heard one of them call me cute.... and I remembered I had the magicalness of earphones. Also, a girl in front of me kept throwing bits of paper at a guy trying to sleep before turning and smiling at me sweetly, as if she'd done something impressive. I did the middle finger. She took it as a joke and giggled friendly. I was being bloody serious >:( I know what it's like to be trying to sleep on trains and having some annoying prat wake me up. Except in my case it was a 8 year old trying to bite my leg.
Narrowly avoided the nightcrawlers of my little town who'd attempt to have a conversation with you but end up trying to fight you, and failing miserably due to the fact they can barely stand. Yeesh, the trainstation bums are so much more fun to talk to than these guys, and they're almost constantly drunk.
Speaking of alcohol, I'm going to my drummer's BBQ party thing tomorrow. Beer, spirits, food, friends and my girlfriend. Should be gewd.
Bored. |
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| Edinburgh |
[Aug. 4th, 2005|08:43 pm] |
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Well me and Lillias went to Edinburgh for the day. T'was fun, despite the rain. And wind. We wandered around a load of shops and I got myself a Black Label Society teeshirt. Would have bought a Dimebag Darrell one but they didn't have it in large. Medium sucks. No Megadeth teeshirts either >:( So that's about all that I got. Lillias got a little skirt thing from a weird retro costume shop that she's going to use for Halloween. She also tried on corsets and teeshirts, but her bust was too big, muhahahahahaha. Err, anyway, we also filmed some random stuff including a bunch of drunken Irishmen. They were a good laugh. A cashier guy also looked exactly like Jack Sparrow, and even called us "maties". I wanted to slay him and steal his clothes ;.;
I'm exhausted. Haven't slept in a couple of days. Early night tonight I suppose. Boredom strikes. |
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| Oh no, lol |
[Aug. 3rd, 2005|09:53 pm] |
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Oh dear god, I've been called ugly.
Well no shit, Sherlock. All the pictures I put up here are to prove I'm ugly. In fact, I don't think I've put up a normal picture of myself. Mainly because my webcam sucks so there's not much point. But still, I don't prune myself up before I take a picture and I don't even wait for my hair to dry. Wanna know why? Because I don't care. You think I grow long hair because it makes me look pretty? No.
So how did it come round to this? Because the everyday-a-total-moron KurtBatz took what I said about a guy called Iffriel seriously. I kept going on about how this Iffriel guy was ugly, despite not even knowing what he looked like. He knew that, I knew that, everyone else knew I was kidding but no, KurtBatz had to take it seriously because he, well, likes starting arguments out of nothing so we can hopefully get someone fucking his ass. You'd think by now he'd give up, because no one's really stuck up for him, and he's just proven further he's an idiot by thinking I care.
I mean, christ, I'm only making this LJ entry because he used the whole "You moan on your LJ" 'insult' on me, as if I wasn't aware of the fact I solely use this thing to complain when I'm bored. Crap, I even told him this and he kept going on about it.
Maybe he's self conscious over the fact he actually PAID for an LJ account.
Back to the whole "looks" thing. I can be glad to say I grow my hair, don't bother getting it styled and not really make much effort in the way I look. I don't spend, like KurtBatz does, ages pruning up my hair in little spikes, buying overpriced, crappy clothing just to make me seem more "different" while my hairstyle is used by more people than there are potatoes in the world before posing in front of cameras to get my picture taken (sometimes in black and white, for an added effect!) so I can put up my latest Goth "pout" on my paid-for LJ.
Wow, I think this is the.. second time I've named somebody I'm complaining about. I normally just complain for the sake of complaining, and so don't mention anyone's name just to make sure nobody thinks less of them just because I don't happen to like what they did. But hey, KurtBatz reads this, and I thought it'd be funny to say his name so he can cry more/get more aggitated. He's a good source of entertainment. |
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| What a great day |
[Jul. 28th, 2005|09:51 pm] |
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Lotsa fun with Lillias,. wandering around St. A with some of her friends n' stuff. Bought a few bits and bobs randomly, like incenses, spiked bracelet thingies, necklaces and food.
Pictures!
( Read more... )
Lots of rain.. that's why my hair's wet. And no, I'm not trying to be gothic, but 80's thrash metally @.o The necklace is a little skull. Cba posting pic. I'm bored. |
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| Oh dear, what a shame, and you don't even have to read |
[Jul. 27th, 2005|11:14 pm] |
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Some random turd, who I made clear I didn't like - several times, decided they didn't like the content of my livejournal and would publicly state it to me.
Big fucking deal. You think I write crap to entertain you, or just to blow off steam? Yes, that's right, the latter. Now go away, you don't -have- to read it if it makes you cry so much. If you feel as if I've been attempting to 'insult' you in my posts, big fucking deal. I don't care. I could name names if I wanted to, but I don't, because I'm not that bitchy. I can start to though. So stop moaning.
Besides, it's worse when the same guy bitches in his LJ. Funny that.
So while you despised my entries, you went through them all. Reading each and every one. I'm sure you'll do well at one of those "Pompous parents against some-crap" groups. As far as I know they don't need evidence you complain about a particular person's content he created, so go ahead and just join. They love people who read into things in great detail while at the same time go on about how it makes them ill, angry or upset just so they can go all conceit and such. I'm a member as well, and I ain't even a parent! Go figure.
In other news, going out tomorrow. Finally. One day at home and I was going nuts with boredom |
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| And another thing... |
[Jul. 27th, 2005|03:40 am] |
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Why do people go to people's houses to make an LJ post, go on IRC or chat on MSN? Same goes for furmeets. Are people -that- scared of real life communication these days or something? And why am I still up? Ad why can't I get something to eat?
Why!?
Oh, I also lost a friend today, for he turned all White-Power-Nazi-like. You suck! ;.; |
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| Peep |
[Jul. 24th, 2005|11:55 pm] |
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So, went to the airshow with Lillias, went to my friend's house, had a couple of drinks, went back home, snuggled to sleep with her, woke up, went to the weird pub party thing, went to Dundee, went to pizza hut, left my xrays there, went to her house, watched some movies, came home, realised I left my xrays at pizza hut, cursed.
I have grapes.
People who are fat, wear large glasses and are covered in spots should not get piercings anywhere. It just looks like they're trying to look like a hardass to make up for the fact they're truly wimps.
Neds should not pretend to be hardasses by hogging payphones in a train station just to be a general nuisance, then crying when somebody with a cast on his arm and looking like he's stoned comes along shouting at them, calling them various anti-chav names and telling them the phone will be shoved up their stinking arse if they don't piss off. I think it's my hair that scared them. Musta thought I was from the mental hospital to put up with a style like this. That, or there was a bigger, actually scary guy standing behind me. |
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[Jul. 23rd, 2005|12:26 am] |
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I haven't had anything to moan about in ages now. I guess I haven't seen many steamy piles of hypocrisy in a while. Oh wait, I have. I looked in the mirror
Why do people complain about other people disliking them? I mean, think about it. If someone's acting nasty to you it's blatantly because they don't like you. What makes people dislike you? Doing something that they don't like. I mean ok, maybe they could just be antisocial or whatever, but if someone says, for example, "You're arrogant, I hate you!" what's to say you're perfect and they don't dislike you for something? Oh dear, you don't like me because I'm deliberately obnoxious with people I dislike, but I only do it because your stinking ego makes me gag! Burn that into your crotch, you wasteless piece of recycled newspaper! Yarr.
And as if stating in public that you're ignoring somebody wasn't retarded enough, doing it everyday to make sure everyone knows, as if they actually give a flying fuck, is just... retarded to the XTREME!! Why would I care if someone I dislike was ignoring me? And why would I care the next day? Well, ok, I do care, because it means I can't try and pop the guy's ego, but it doesn't annoy me/make me upset. Just makes me think they're stupid.
And what the fuck does "*random insult*" "no offence" mean, when it comes from somebody who you dislike? What a pussy. Just knew I'd fire off the whole, "Hang on a minute, you are being a hypocrite" rifle and so backed out. I'm a hypocrite too, but I stand up like a man and shout at myself, muhahahaha.
On another note, I should be going off to bed for I have a long day of killing babies, seeing Lillias, whinging about my wrist and spending time socialising with friends with the help of happy juice until the late hours of night. |
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| Mmmm, milk |
[Jul. 22nd, 2005|04:42 pm] |
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FAF is gonna smash up your homes, kill the queers and the coons and force you to eat marmite.
MARMITE!
Just think about that the next time you're crossing the road.
THE ROAD! |
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| Ow |
[Jul. 21st, 2005|10:53 pm] |
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I broke my wrist on my first day on a motorbike. Lol, kickass. It was a freak accident though. Would have gotten away with a simple little graze on my knee, but I landed at a very awkward angle. What basically happened was I was trying to stop but held down the clutch before I let go of the accelerator... the noise made me panic and so ~I let go of the clutch, causing me to fire off at about 30 mph into a fence. Nothin's even sore apart from my wrist... it sucks - sets me back about 6 weeks :/ Apart from that, I did quite well. I knackered the bike's brakes in the crash as well. Lucky it wasn't mine :p
So now I've got a cast on and have to wait a week to get another x-ray. If the bone has moved further out, I'll have to get it mani[ulated..meaning broken and pushed back into place. Lotsa drugs gonna be required apparently.... it's very painful >.< Hopefully it won't come to that.
Today I spent the day with Lillias, which was a bit of a cheerup. Going to my friend's party on Saturday, huzzah. Man this wrist sucks. Can't do anything! |
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[Jul. 18th, 2005|08:38 pm] |
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Well, looks like there's a war going on with the whole lice thing. I don't really see what the big deal is. I mean, sure, maybe they shouldn't have snuggled/been so close to people if they had headlice, but heck, they're piss easy to get rid of anyway. Not that long ago I found out I had lice (I didn't even notice. Long hair, and it didn't itch), and I just picked the bastards out by hand then combed the eggs out. Within 3 days they were gone.
On another note, I got the tips of my hair trimmed. Muhahaha, now it shall grow faster.. supposedly.
Going for my first motorbike on Wednesday. Crashy crashy! |
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| snore |
[Jul. 17th, 2005|05:09 pm] |
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I can't remember the last time I've actually slept over 3 hours in a night... dunno what the heck is going on. I don't hink it's the heat because I have this big bastard of a fan blasting at me while I lie in bed. After about 4 hours of tossing and turning last night I decided to go in search of music. I have found heaven - http://www.metal-observer.com/articles.php?lid=1&sid=5&a=ls&s=14 . Basically, I'm going to get every band from that page (Unless I already have 'em, or if they're death metal... hate death metal.. burn, die, die, burn!). But even once I've finished with that list, there's all the -other- genres of metal to go through. That's just the thrash metal page. I'm going to be busy. And I'm being very rambly.
So anyway, did that all night, stared into space, took a load of sleeping pills, waited, ate some cookies, waited, got back up and played Evil Genius. So yea, pretty exhausted. I called my drummer saying I couldn't come to band practice because I really cannot be arsed going. Very loud drumming and heavy guitar riffs, plus having to actually think up shit does not really appeal to me right now. And I have nothing to do. NOTHING! Boredom! I wanna go out, but my head hurts and I think I'm gonna pass out at any moment. I'd go to my mum's but I think her and Chris are off out. I'd talk to my dad but.... nah, I wouldn't. Brought me through to watch some "funnies" on his laptop. Waste of 45 minutes that was. Although I appreciate his attempts to start sorta trying to be a father, he's still incredibly dull. And every time I talk to him he always comes away with some sympathy seeking crap that's just an attempt for me to hate my mum. Every time. Gah. And it's stupid guilt tripping things like, "Everyone is getting out except me because I don't have enough money". Bullshit, he -never- went out before when he did have money, and he still does now. And besides, I ain't getting out anyplace because I have no money because everybody's been stealing it all from me, including him! @.o Geh, can't wait to get my bike so I can get a job.
Hmmmm... sorta passed the time. Maybe I can have another staring contest with my dog |
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[Jul. 17th, 2005|05:10 am] |
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| | random thrash | ] |
I don't get enough LJ comments to boost my ego, so I will threaten to take you off my friends list, because I'm a fucking whino.
Boo hoo, only one person requested I make another entry, I hate you all!
Who goes around asking people to update their journals? And who expects people to be that arsed about them?
Humanity's downfall shall be the fact we have frigging egos. Oh wait, it is our downfall. |
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