/And all of us we're going out tonight, we're gonna walk all over your cars./
;)
It turns out my heart isn't completely made out of stone. Maybe it's the good weather or the company (more likely the latter) but I find myself being alot nicer these days. Mental, I know. xP
Thursday 2 July 2009
Wednesday 24 June 2009
Yang; Because depression's depressing.
Sometimes I don't know which way the world will turn and sometimes you have to plunge forward and hope for the best. The whole ordeal was over a lot quicker than I'd expected it. Admittedly there are still things to purge from my head but it's a beautiful day and I have 10 weeks and 6 days of this left so I'm going to enjoy my time here with the internet. (Yes, I admit; It is my second home but it's damn good.)
Also I completely owned a chav yesterday. (No offence Nin ;P) It was a Sixth Form introduction evening, and I was of course sporting my newest hair style. He turns to me and goes "Yo dude. Heavy metal!" in a thick American accent, to which I retorted (which he wasn't expecting); "Your imagination obviously surpasses your intelligence as A) We don't all speak in heavy American accents and B) There are people out there that enjoy more than one particular genre of music." Then, after a moment of stunned silence I picked up a custard cream (:3) and took a bite out of it. "A Stars all around then, eh?"
Also, I /am/ working on that damn list!
Also I completely owned a chav yesterday. (No offence Nin ;P) It was a Sixth Form introduction evening, and I was of course sporting my newest hair style. He turns to me and goes "Yo dude. Heavy metal!" in a thick American accent, to which I retorted (which he wasn't expecting); "Your imagination obviously surpasses your intelligence as A) We don't all speak in heavy American accents and B) There are people out there that enjoy more than one particular genre of music." Then, after a moment of stunned silence I picked up a custard cream (:3) and took a bite out of it. "A Stars all around then, eh?"
Also, I /am/ working on that damn list!
Sunday 14 June 2009
Yang; Shamelessly Stolen From Nin's Blog II
First of all, I'll do a mini-blog.
7 DAYZZZZZZ!!!!!
Also, Midlands Masters was fun. The scum won overall, but we beat them ,so it's all good. And that will make sense to um... none of you? :P
But yah, 7 DAYZZZZZ!!!!
(Is happeh)
*1) Are you really ready for 125 questions?
Not at all.
*2) Was your last relationship a mistake?
That depends entirely on what you mean by relationship.
*3) Do you believe in God?
I believe in miracles. You sexy thing.
*4) Who last said "I love you" to you?
Um... nope.
*5) Do you think they regret it?
As no-one said it I can actually say no! :O
*6) Have you ever been depressed?
Not until I started answering these.
*7) Have a best friend?
Yes please.
*8) Are you a boy or a girl?
Yes.
*9) What is your relationship status?
Hold on, Let me check Facebook...
*10) How do you want to die?
Before I wake. Then at least in heaven I can skate.
*11) What did you last eat?
Machines don't eat.
*12) Play any sports?
Is doing fuck all a sport?
*13) Do you bite your nails ?
Yah. Tastes metally.
*14) When was your last physical fight?
As opposed to my last telekinetic fight? *Uses the force*
*15) Do you have an attitude?
I'd hope so.
*16) Do you like someone?
I LIKE NOTHING!
*17) What is your real name?
King Benjamin James Mark Theodore Rabbitdrive the Third.
WHERE THE FUCK IS QUESTION 18?
*19) Are you gonna get high later?
Yeah, slides are fun.
*20) Do you hate anyone at the moment?
Hate is a strong word but I really really really don't like you.
*21) Do you miss someone?
I prefer Mr. Men.
*22) Twirl or cut your spaghetti?
I eat it.
*23) Do you tan a lot?
Yes, I am a medieval soldier. TO FORT TANALOT!
*24) Have any pets?
I prefer to call them friends...
*25) How exactly are you feeling?
Given that you're making me write out sarcastic answers to 125 questions; do you /really/ want me to answer that?
*26) Ever eaten food in a car while someone or yourself is driving?
Oh c'mon, I realise it must be hard to think of this many questions, but you haven't even asked if I'm a virgin yet.
*27) Ever made out in the bathroom?
That's an oxymoron! =O
*28) Would you take any of your ex's back?
Only the one I put next to the BNP on the ballot paper as a joke.
*29) Are you scared of spiders?
I am fearless.
*30) Would you go back in time if you were given the chance?
No, I would pass the opportunity by. Did you really expect any sort of no answer to that?
*31) Do you regret anything from your past?
No.
*32) What are your plans for this weekend?
Also, here's my address and house keys.
*33) Do you want to have kids?
Only if they're like me. And by that I mean not stupid.
*34) Have you ever kissed someone whose name starts with a C, E or D?
*35) Do you type fast?
I'm bored now, so I'm not even attempting to answer the questions - Also, to prove a point I didn't answer the last question making my answer to Question one correct.
*36) Do you have piercings?
No.
*37) Want any more?
Well that defeats the answer of the last question doesn't it?
*38)Can you spell well?
Well. It would appear I can.
*39) Do you miss anyone from your past?
No.
*40) What are you craving right now?
Fucking off to do something other than answer 125 stupid questions.
*41) Ever been to a bonfire party ?
Be serious, who hasn't? I mean, even hobo's have.
WHERE THE FUCK IS QUESTION 42?
*43) Have you ever been on a horse?
Yes. Gotta love Bestiality.
*44) Kissed someone in a car?
My fantasies are my own business thank you very much
*45) Have you ever broken someone's heart?
What am I? Some sort of evil genius with a criminal record?
*46) Have you ever been cheated on?
Yes. DAMN MY FATHER AND HIS WAYS WITH THE CHESS BOARD!
*47) Have you made a boyfriend/girlfriend cry?
Yes, just not my own.
WHERE THE FUCK IS QUESTION 48?
*49) Would you live with someone without marrying them?
In other words; "Are you Christian?" No.
*50) What should you be doing ?
Shagging my ho's and bitches.
*51) What's irritating you right now?
125 stupid questions.
*52) Have you ever liked someone?
*blink* No; my mother's maiden name was also Scrooge.
*53) Does somebody love you?
I would do anything for love, but I won't answer that.
*54) What is your favorite color ?
I'm sorry, could you repeat the question in ENGLISH ENGLISH?
*55) Have you ever changed clothes in a vehicle?
Are you coming on to me?
WHERE THE FUCK IS QUESTION 56?
*57) Do you have trust issues?
Can't say I've heard of that brand of tissues.
WHERE THE FUCK IS QUESTION 58?
*59) Have you ever shaved in the kitchen sink?
Why would I bring all of my shaving apparatus from upstairs to downstairs?
*60) Do you have a good relationship with your parents?
Incest aint my cup of tea.
WHERE THE FUCK IS QUESTION 61?
*62) Do you believe your most recent ex thinks about you?
Evidently. She keeps asking me why I'm avoiding her - despite the fact I haven't seen her in eons to avoid.
*63) Who was the last person you cried in front of?
Oh right; because EVERYONE keeps a tab on that don't they?
*64) Do you give out second chances too easily?
No. Juno is never getting re-watched.
*65) Is it easier to forgive or forget?
No.
*66) Is this year the best year of your life?
I've had the time of my liiiiiiiiiiife and I owe it all to yoooooooou. *funky music*
*67) What was your child hood nickname?
That twat.
*68) Have you ever walked outside completely naked?
Yes, and you can be assured that this is the only question I'll answer correctly. It was a dare.
*69) Do you think you're a good person?
That depends entirely on what you're referring to. ;) Also Ironic that this would come up on question 69. xP
*70) Do you believe everything happens for a reason?
Yes totall- Oh, I thought you said raisin.
*71) What is the last thing you did before you went to bed last night ?
Took my clothes off.
WHERE THE FUCK IS QUESTION 72?
*73) What is bothering you?
125 stupid questions.
*74) Have you ever been out of leicester?
*blink* I don't think I've ever been INTO Leicester.
*75) Do you play the Wii?
You're sick in the head.
*76) Are you listening to music right now?
No, just the voices telling me to burn. Burn.
*77) Do you like Chinese food?
Can't say I've tried cannibalism.
*78) Do you know your fathers birthday?
May the fourth. And his name is Luke.
*79) Are you afraid of the dark?
You realise I'm like Dracula right? No wait, Dracula's more welcoming.
WHERE THE FUCK IS QUESTION 80?
*81) Are you mean?
No, I am the interquartile range.
*82) Can you keep white shoes clean?
It's the black shoes I have trouble with. ;)
*83) Do you believe ex's can be friends?
That depends on who dumped who it would seem. xP
*84) Do you believe in true love?
I believe in a thing called love. *falseto*
*85) Are you proud of the person you've become?
Minus the face.
WHERE THE FUCK IS QUESTION 86?
WHERE THE FUCK IS QUESTION 87?
*88) Do you like the outside?
No man. I'm deep. Deep. My heart - So deep. Angel Of Death 097 FETCH THE RAZOR BLADE!
*89) Are you currently bored?
Completely monopolised. :P
*90) Do you wanna get married?
In other words; "Are you Christian?" ... Wait. DE JA VU!
*91) Is it cute when a boy/girl calls you babe?
The fact they're referring to me as an immature child with bladder problems makes the answer no.
*92) Are you hungry?
A pizza hut, A pizza hut, Kentuky fried chicken and a pizza hut!
*93) Do you have a bank account?
Yes- No, wait. They've just gone bust.
*94) What makes you happy?
Pulp Fiction.
*95) Would you change your name?
Yes - To Motherfucker.
*96) Ever been to Alaska?
I haven't. My mother may have. Hold on, Alaska. ;D
WHERE THE FUCK IS QUESTION 97?
*98) Do you watch the news?
I used to, but it's gone downhill. The plot lines are always the same now. Terrorism, Knife crime, Murder... It got shit.
*99) What' s your star sign?
Me. I need no false idols.
*100) Do you like Subway?
It stinks of piss and is always full of tramps, but I'd rather walk through that than get ran over.
*101) Would it be hard to kiss the last person you kissed?
Exceptionally. ;) (Unfortunately Nin actually pulled this gag herself in her own. ='[)
*102) Your bestfriend of the opposite likes you, what do you do?
If that was the case, I'd make the hottest girl around automagically my best friend.
*103) Do you talk like your friends?
No, I talk Japanese. -_-
WHERE THE FUCK IS NUMBER 104?
*105) Have you ever seen someone you knew & purposely avoided them?
People like you.
*106) Do you have a friend of the opposite sex who you can act your complete self around?
Yes. Her name is Sabina and she has all the holes real girls have - and one for the air.
*107) Who is the last guy you talked to?
I've never spoke to a guy in my life, but I might say Guy Falks. He was cool.
*108) Do you think your ex still likes you?
As it was beside the BNP... xP
*109) Would you kiss an ugly person for £1000?
Sure thing. *kisses self* Money now?
*110) Are you a Hannah Montana fan ?
Are you? If so, any credit I had for allowing me to write sarcastic answers has vanished.
*111) Who's the last person you had a deep conversation with?
The last time I was in a cave I suppose... When I was what, four? And that would've been my dad or someone if you /must/ know.
WHERE THE FUCK IS QUESTION 112?
*113) Do you enjoy piercings & tattoos?
Not since men started wearing earrings and women started getting tattoos.
*114) What is the last thing you thought about?
Why I'm actually bothering to answer these.
*115) You're a Sharpie marker, what color are you?
Invisible Ink.
*116) Is it awkward when no ones talking?
Is it awkward when no one's used an apostrophe in the word "one's"?
*117) Do you prefer to shower at night or in the morning?
NIN I ONLY HAVE A BATH TOO! ZOMG! MIRROR!
*118) Who gave you the last high five?
Tim, though that's not strictly true due to (a) the fact he's tiny, so it's a middle five for me and (b) he only has four fingers on said hand.
*119) Do you want to please everyone?
Not everyone, but I enjoy making fools of retards like you for other people's amusement.
*120) Have you heard a song that reminds you of someone today?
You can think of any lyrics and relate them to /someone/ so you're not getting deep and meaningful with that.
*121) Has someone ever made you a promise & broken it?
Yes, they now reside under the grass in my back garden along with said broken promise.
*122) Are you alone?
In your heart - Have I a hope with your heart? [/scoutingforgirlstangent]
*123) Do you have any siblings?
Unfortunately.
*124) How's your day going so far?
Do you HAVE a psychology degree?
*125) How many months until your birthday?
Minus 14 years and 10 months motherfuckers.
* Alternate answer = Your mom.
COMING SOON - 125 questions of my own.
7 DAYZZZZZZ!!!!!
Also, Midlands Masters was fun. The scum won overall, but we beat them ,so it's all good. And that will make sense to um... none of you? :P
But yah, 7 DAYZZZZZ!!!!
(Is happeh)
*1) Are you really ready for 125 questions?
Not at all.
*2) Was your last relationship a mistake?
That depends entirely on what you mean by relationship.
*3) Do you believe in God?
I believe in miracles. You sexy thing.
*4) Who last said "I love you" to you?
Um... nope.
*5) Do you think they regret it?
As no-one said it I can actually say no! :O
*6) Have you ever been depressed?
Not until I started answering these.
*7) Have a best friend?
Yes please.
*8) Are you a boy or a girl?
Yes.
*9) What is your relationship status?
Hold on, Let me check Facebook...
*10) How do you want to die?
Before I wake. Then at least in heaven I can skate.
*11) What did you last eat?
Machines don't eat.
*12) Play any sports?
Is doing fuck all a sport?
*13) Do you bite your nails ?
Yah. Tastes metally.
*14) When was your last physical fight?
As opposed to my last telekinetic fight? *Uses the force*
*15) Do you have an attitude?
I'd hope so.
*16) Do you like someone?
I LIKE NOTHING!
*17) What is your real name?
King Benjamin James Mark Theodore Rabbitdrive the Third.
WHERE THE FUCK IS QUESTION 18?
*19) Are you gonna get high later?
Yeah, slides are fun.
*20) Do you hate anyone at the moment?
Hate is a strong word but I really really really don't like you.
*21) Do you miss someone?
I prefer Mr. Men.
*22) Twirl or cut your spaghetti?
I eat it.
*23) Do you tan a lot?
Yes, I am a medieval soldier. TO FORT TANALOT!
*24) Have any pets?
I prefer to call them friends...
*25) How exactly are you feeling?
Given that you're making me write out sarcastic answers to 125 questions; do you /really/ want me to answer that?
*26) Ever eaten food in a car while someone or yourself is driving?
Oh c'mon, I realise it must be hard to think of this many questions, but you haven't even asked if I'm a virgin yet.
*27) Ever made out in the bathroom?
That's an oxymoron! =O
*28) Would you take any of your ex's back?
Only the one I put next to the BNP on the ballot paper as a joke.
*29) Are you scared of spiders?
I am fearless.
*30) Would you go back in time if you were given the chance?
No, I would pass the opportunity by. Did you really expect any sort of no answer to that?
*31) Do you regret anything from your past?
No.
*32) What are your plans for this weekend?
Also, here's my address and house keys.
*33) Do you want to have kids?
Only if they're like me. And by that I mean not stupid.
*34) Have you ever kissed someone whose name starts with a C, E or D?
*35) Do you type fast?
I'm bored now, so I'm not even attempting to answer the questions - Also, to prove a point I didn't answer the last question making my answer to Question one correct.
*36) Do you have piercings?
No.
*37) Want any more?
Well that defeats the answer of the last question doesn't it?
*38)Can you spell well?
Well. It would appear I can.
*39) Do you miss anyone from your past?
No.
*40) What are you craving right now?
Fucking off to do something other than answer 125 stupid questions.
*41) Ever been to a bonfire party ?
Be serious, who hasn't? I mean, even hobo's have.
WHERE THE FUCK IS QUESTION 42?
*43) Have you ever been on a horse?
Yes. Gotta love Bestiality.
*44) Kissed someone in a car?
My fantasies are my own business thank you very much
*45) Have you ever broken someone's heart?
What am I? Some sort of evil genius with a criminal record?
*46) Have you ever been cheated on?
Yes. DAMN MY FATHER AND HIS WAYS WITH THE CHESS BOARD!
*47) Have you made a boyfriend/girlfriend cry?
Yes, just not my own.
WHERE THE FUCK IS QUESTION 48?
*49) Would you live with someone without marrying them?
In other words; "Are you Christian?" No.
*50) What should you be doing ?
Shagging my ho's and bitches.
*51) What's irritating you right now?
125 stupid questions.
*52) Have you ever liked someone?
*blink* No; my mother's maiden name was also Scrooge.
*53) Does somebody love you?
I would do anything for love, but I won't answer that.
*54) What is your favorite color ?
I'm sorry, could you repeat the question in ENGLISH ENGLISH?
*55) Have you ever changed clothes in a vehicle?
Are you coming on to me?
WHERE THE FUCK IS QUESTION 56?
*57) Do you have trust issues?
Can't say I've heard of that brand of tissues.
WHERE THE FUCK IS QUESTION 58?
*59) Have you ever shaved in the kitchen sink?
Why would I bring all of my shaving apparatus from upstairs to downstairs?
*60) Do you have a good relationship with your parents?
Incest aint my cup of tea.
WHERE THE FUCK IS QUESTION 61?
*62) Do you believe your most recent ex thinks about you?
Evidently. She keeps asking me why I'm avoiding her - despite the fact I haven't seen her in eons to avoid.
*63) Who was the last person you cried in front of?
Oh right; because EVERYONE keeps a tab on that don't they?
*64) Do you give out second chances too easily?
No. Juno is never getting re-watched.
*65) Is it easier to forgive or forget?
No.
*66) Is this year the best year of your life?
I've had the time of my liiiiiiiiiiife and I owe it all to yoooooooou. *funky music*
*67) What was your child hood nickname?
That twat.
*68) Have you ever walked outside completely naked?
Yes, and you can be assured that this is the only question I'll answer correctly. It was a dare.
*69) Do you think you're a good person?
That depends entirely on what you're referring to. ;) Also Ironic that this would come up on question 69. xP
*70) Do you believe everything happens for a reason?
Yes totall- Oh, I thought you said raisin.
*71) What is the last thing you did before you went to bed last night ?
Took my clothes off.
WHERE THE FUCK IS QUESTION 72?
*73) What is bothering you?
125 stupid questions.
*74) Have you ever been out of leicester?
*blink* I don't think I've ever been INTO Leicester.
*75) Do you play the Wii?
You're sick in the head.
*76) Are you listening to music right now?
No, just the voices telling me to burn. Burn.
*77) Do you like Chinese food?
Can't say I've tried cannibalism.
*78) Do you know your fathers birthday?
May the fourth. And his name is Luke.
*79) Are you afraid of the dark?
You realise I'm like Dracula right? No wait, Dracula's more welcoming.
WHERE THE FUCK IS QUESTION 80?
*81) Are you mean?
No, I am the interquartile range.
*82) Can you keep white shoes clean?
It's the black shoes I have trouble with. ;)
*83) Do you believe ex's can be friends?
That depends on who dumped who it would seem. xP
*84) Do you believe in true love?
I believe in a thing called love. *falseto*
*85) Are you proud of the person you've become?
Minus the face.
WHERE THE FUCK IS QUESTION 86?
WHERE THE FUCK IS QUESTION 87?
*88) Do you like the outside?
No man. I'm deep. Deep. My heart - So deep. Angel Of Death 097 FETCH THE RAZOR BLADE!
*89) Are you currently bored?
Completely monopolised. :P
*90) Do you wanna get married?
In other words; "Are you Christian?" ... Wait. DE JA VU!
*91) Is it cute when a boy/girl calls you babe?
The fact they're referring to me as an immature child with bladder problems makes the answer no.
*92) Are you hungry?
A pizza hut, A pizza hut, Kentuky fried chicken and a pizza hut!
*93) Do you have a bank account?
Yes- No, wait. They've just gone bust.
*94) What makes you happy?
Pulp Fiction.
*95) Would you change your name?
Yes - To Motherfucker.
*96) Ever been to Alaska?
I haven't. My mother may have. Hold on, Alaska. ;D
WHERE THE FUCK IS QUESTION 97?
*98) Do you watch the news?
I used to, but it's gone downhill. The plot lines are always the same now. Terrorism, Knife crime, Murder... It got shit.
*99) What' s your star sign?
Me. I need no false idols.
*100) Do you like Subway?
It stinks of piss and is always full of tramps, but I'd rather walk through that than get ran over.
*101) Would it be hard to kiss the last person you kissed?
Exceptionally. ;) (Unfortunately Nin actually pulled this gag herself in her own. ='[)
*102) Your bestfriend of the opposite likes you, what do you do?
If that was the case, I'd make the hottest girl around automagically my best friend.
*103) Do you talk like your friends?
No, I talk Japanese. -_-
WHERE THE FUCK IS NUMBER 104?
*105) Have you ever seen someone you knew & purposely avoided them?
People like you.
*106) Do you have a friend of the opposite sex who you can act your complete self around?
Yes. Her name is Sabina and she has all the holes real girls have - and one for the air.
*107) Who is the last guy you talked to?
I've never spoke to a guy in my life, but I might say Guy Falks. He was cool.
*108) Do you think your ex still likes you?
As it was beside the BNP... xP
*109) Would you kiss an ugly person for £1000?
Sure thing. *kisses self* Money now?
*110) Are you a Hannah Montana fan ?
Are you? If so, any credit I had for allowing me to write sarcastic answers has vanished.
*111) Who's the last person you had a deep conversation with?
The last time I was in a cave I suppose... When I was what, four? And that would've been my dad or someone if you /must/ know.
WHERE THE FUCK IS QUESTION 112?
*113) Do you enjoy piercings & tattoos?
Not since men started wearing earrings and women started getting tattoos.
*114) What is the last thing you thought about?
Why I'm actually bothering to answer these.
*115) You're a Sharpie marker, what color are you?
Invisible Ink.
*116) Is it awkward when no ones talking?
Is it awkward when no one's used an apostrophe in the word "one's"?
*117) Do you prefer to shower at night or in the morning?
NIN I ONLY HAVE A BATH TOO! ZOMG! MIRROR!
*118) Who gave you the last high five?
Tim, though that's not strictly true due to (a) the fact he's tiny, so it's a middle five for me and (b) he only has four fingers on said hand.
*119) Do you want to please everyone?
Not everyone, but I enjoy making fools of retards like you for other people's amusement.
*120) Have you heard a song that reminds you of someone today?
You can think of any lyrics and relate them to /someone/ so you're not getting deep and meaningful with that.
*121) Has someone ever made you a promise & broken it?
Yes, they now reside under the grass in my back garden along with said broken promise.
*122) Are you alone?
In your heart - Have I a hope with your heart? [/scoutingforgirlstangent]
*123) Do you have any siblings?
Unfortunately.
*124) How's your day going so far?
Do you HAVE a psychology degree?
*125) How many months until your birthday?
Minus 14 years and 10 months motherfuckers.
* Alternate answer = Your mom.
COMING SOON - 125 questions of my own.
Saturday 6 June 2009
Yang; Shamelessly Stolen From Nin's Blog
But with more cynisism.
Can you fill this out without lying?
Not a hope in hell.
What was the last thing you put in your mouth?
On to the sexual innuendos already are we?
Have you ever kissed anyone named Matthew?
Yes.
Now refer to my answer to question one.
Where was your default picture taken?
I'll have you know I am no motherfucking theif.
Last person you rode in a car with under the age of 20?
My brother?
Can you play guitar hero?
Why would you want to know this and not "Can you play guitar?" I refuse to answer this on moral grounds.
Name someone that made you laugh today?
No.
How late did you stay up last night and why?
Last night? Midnight. And I'm still awake now.
If you could move somewhere else, would you?
Fuck yeah.
Ever been kissed under fireworks?
Only metaphorical fireworks.
Which of your friends lives closest to you?
I'm sorry, I'm not familiar with this term "friends".
Do you believe ex's can be friends?
Refer to my answer to the previous question.
Calling or texting?
Neither. If someone wants me, they can get in touch with me.
How do u feel about dr pepper?
I didn't realise letters from the alphabet gave a shit about drinks.
When was the last time you cried really hard?
Oh, so then you know my weaknesses. Fuck off motherfucker.
Where is your biological father right now?
Why do you give a shit?
Where are you right now
I'd say, but that's not a question.
What bed did you sleep in last night?
I don't sleep.
What was the last thing someone bought for you?
A McDonalds. Okay, I bought it with my brothers money.
Who took your profile picture?
Your mother.
Who was the last person you took a picture of?
Your mother.
Was yesterday better than today?
Time is complex. I'll answer when you tell me which day yesterday was.
Are you mad about anything?
Yes. I'm fucking insane.
Do you think relationships are ever really worth it?
That's dependant upon how aware you are that love is just a chemical reaction.
When was the last time you were extremely disappointed?
When your mother lost our baby.
Are you a bad influence?
I hope so.
Night out or night in?
Yes.
What items could you not go without during the day?
My central nervous system.
Would you share a drink with a stranger?
I wouldn't share a drink with my family, let alone a fucking stranger.
Who was the last person you visited in the hospital?
Hospitals are for pussies.
What does the last text message in your inbox say?
Nothing. People are too afraid of my scary ego to text me. Either that or I delete them.
How do you feel about your life right now?
Shit. If you'd asked me before I started this thing, it would be a helluvalot different.
Do you hate anyone?
Yes. If you'd asked me before I started this thing, it would be a helluvalot different.
If we were to look in your inbox, what would we find?
Sweet fuck all.
Can you easily tell if someones fake?
I think I'd be able to tell if someone was made artificially, yes.
Say you were given a drug test right now, Would you pass?
No. I take ACNE drugs regularly.
Has anyone ever called you perfect before?
I've been called alot of things. I don't think that's one of them.
What song is stuck in your head?
Last time I checked my brain was stuck in my head.
Someone knocks on your window at 2am, who do you want it to be?
The wind. I'd be fucking terrified if someone managed to knock on my window.
Wanna have kids before you’re 30?
Opinions change over time retard.
Name something you have to do tomorrow?
Link people to this blog so people can see what an idiot you actually are.
Can you whistle?
Yes. Now start running before I call the hounds.
Do you sleep on your side, stomach, or back?
Wanna know the best way to fuck me?
Do you think too much or too little?
There's no suh thing as thinking too much.
Do you smile a lot?
I try not to.
Who was your last missed call on your Mobile phone?
You don't know/nor ever will know any of the people I do. It doesn't fucking matter.
Whens the next time you will see the person you like?
When's the next time you'll use an apostrophe?
Can you handle the truth?
I think you should be asking yourself this question.
What was the last book you read?
I don't read. I skim.
Do you hate the last guy/girl you had a conversation with?
Yes. I hate everyone.
Question one's answer people.
Is there something you always wear?
Guilt of the murdered prostitutes in my cupboard.
What were you doing 30 minutes ago?
My memory is drained and I don't give a shit.
Honestly, who was the last person to tell you that they love you?
No-one hopefully.
Did you have an exciting last weekend?
Mediocre at best.
Have you ever crawled through a window?
Are you attempting to recruit me to some theiving agency?
Have you ever dyed your hair?
Yes. My hair is dead.
Are you wearing a necklace?
I'm wearing a shoelace.
Are you an emotional person?
No.
What's something that can always make you feel better?
Pulp Fiction.
Will this weekend be a good one?
Because I forgot I have foresight.
What do you want right now?
To stop answering these fucking questions.
Have you ever worn the opposite sex's clothing?
You have some fucked up fetishes.
Look behind you, what do you see?
Your mother.
Have you ever worked in a food place?
I've never worked m'dear.
What would you name your future daughter?
Daughter? Also, what if I'd answered no to the other question about kids. Yeah, you're fucked then aren't you?
Any summer plans for 2009?
Do you want to rob my house?
Whats on your schedule for tomorrow?
Your mother.
Can you fill this out without lying?
Not a hope in hell.
What was the last thing you put in your mouth?
On to the sexual innuendos already are we?
Have you ever kissed anyone named Matthew?
Yes.
Now refer to my answer to question one.
Where was your default picture taken?
I'll have you know I am no motherfucking theif.
Last person you rode in a car with under the age of 20?
My brother?
Can you play guitar hero?
Why would you want to know this and not "Can you play guitar?" I refuse to answer this on moral grounds.
Name someone that made you laugh today?
No.
How late did you stay up last night and why?
Last night? Midnight. And I'm still awake now.
If you could move somewhere else, would you?
Fuck yeah.
Ever been kissed under fireworks?
Only metaphorical fireworks.
Which of your friends lives closest to you?
I'm sorry, I'm not familiar with this term "friends".
Do you believe ex's can be friends?
Refer to my answer to the previous question.
Calling or texting?
Neither. If someone wants me, they can get in touch with me.
How do u feel about dr pepper?
I didn't realise letters from the alphabet gave a shit about drinks.
When was the last time you cried really hard?
Oh, so then you know my weaknesses. Fuck off motherfucker.
Where is your biological father right now?
Why do you give a shit?
Where are you right now
I'd say, but that's not a question.
What bed did you sleep in last night?
I don't sleep.
What was the last thing someone bought for you?
A McDonalds. Okay, I bought it with my brothers money.
Who took your profile picture?
Your mother.
Who was the last person you took a picture of?
Your mother.
Was yesterday better than today?
Time is complex. I'll answer when you tell me which day yesterday was.
Are you mad about anything?
Yes. I'm fucking insane.
Do you think relationships are ever really worth it?
That's dependant upon how aware you are that love is just a chemical reaction.
When was the last time you were extremely disappointed?
When your mother lost our baby.
Are you a bad influence?
I hope so.
Night out or night in?
Yes.
What items could you not go without during the day?
My central nervous system.
Would you share a drink with a stranger?
I wouldn't share a drink with my family, let alone a fucking stranger.
Who was the last person you visited in the hospital?
Hospitals are for pussies.
What does the last text message in your inbox say?
Nothing. People are too afraid of my scary ego to text me. Either that or I delete them.
How do you feel about your life right now?
Shit. If you'd asked me before I started this thing, it would be a helluvalot different.
Do you hate anyone?
Yes. If you'd asked me before I started this thing, it would be a helluvalot different.
If we were to look in your inbox, what would we find?
Sweet fuck all.
Can you easily tell if someones fake?
I think I'd be able to tell if someone was made artificially, yes.
Say you were given a drug test right now, Would you pass?
No. I take ACNE drugs regularly.
Has anyone ever called you perfect before?
I've been called alot of things. I don't think that's one of them.
What song is stuck in your head?
Last time I checked my brain was stuck in my head.
Someone knocks on your window at 2am, who do you want it to be?
The wind. I'd be fucking terrified if someone managed to knock on my window.
Wanna have kids before you’re 30?
Opinions change over time retard.
Name something you have to do tomorrow?
Link people to this blog so people can see what an idiot you actually are.
Can you whistle?
Yes. Now start running before I call the hounds.
Do you sleep on your side, stomach, or back?
Wanna know the best way to fuck me?
Do you think too much or too little?
There's no suh thing as thinking too much.
Do you smile a lot?
I try not to.
Who was your last missed call on your Mobile phone?
You don't know/nor ever will know any of the people I do. It doesn't fucking matter.
Whens the next time you will see the person you like?
When's the next time you'll use an apostrophe?
Can you handle the truth?
I think you should be asking yourself this question.
What was the last book you read?
I don't read. I skim.
Do you hate the last guy/girl you had a conversation with?
Yes. I hate everyone.
Question one's answer people.
Is there something you always wear?
Guilt of the murdered prostitutes in my cupboard.
What were you doing 30 minutes ago?
My memory is drained and I don't give a shit.
Honestly, who was the last person to tell you that they love you?
No-one hopefully.
Did you have an exciting last weekend?
Mediocre at best.
Have you ever crawled through a window?
Are you attempting to recruit me to some theiving agency?
Have you ever dyed your hair?
Yes. My hair is dead.
Are you wearing a necklace?
I'm wearing a shoelace.
Are you an emotional person?
No.
What's something that can always make you feel better?
Pulp Fiction.
Will this weekend be a good one?
Because I forgot I have foresight.
What do you want right now?
To stop answering these fucking questions.
Have you ever worn the opposite sex's clothing?
You have some fucked up fetishes.
Look behind you, what do you see?
Your mother.
Have you ever worked in a food place?
I've never worked m'dear.
What would you name your future daughter?
Daughter? Also, what if I'd answered no to the other question about kids. Yeah, you're fucked then aren't you?
Any summer plans for 2009?
Do you want to rob my house?
Whats on your schedule for tomorrow?
Your mother.
Tuesday 2 June 2009
Yang; Just Whatever You Do Don't Talk About Your Fucking Boyfriend While We're Having Sex How About That?
MSI! <3
Um, so yeah. Life is currently very mediocre. To be honest I wish tehre was something exciting happening. Something I could be majorly happy about because each night seems to be following a similar trend. I'll get in happy and then I'll be brought right down by people's problems and things. However, this is the point I want to address, I AM GLAD that people come to me. I'm glad that I can been seen as helpful, and I'm glad that people want to talk to me. It makes me feel happy and wanted, and I hope that I can return the favour.
So, for all of those that are fucked up, remember, it WILL get better. That is a promise that I will single-handedly deliver if I have to. *salutes*
So yeah, I /think/ that is all I have to say. If I think of anything else to say I'll type it in or something. Meh.
Echo
[[INSTRUMENTAL]]
I think that maybe I should stop thinking about myself for once,
Lost in translation, her tears echo dissonance,
And I really wish I could do something,
It scars her daily – Well it's sunk in,
But it's sunk in too far.
Don't let that frown echo round the halls of your home,
You're no longer alone,
No longer alone,
Lack of hope and segregation instigates apartheid I know,
Let the tears show,
Let it go,
Let it go.
There's a place out there where no-one is waiting to tear us down,
Will you take my hand to search around?
Because there's knots in her heart,
And each day it tears her apart,
Let me help now.
Don't let that frown echo round the halls of your home,
You're no longer alone,
No longer alone,
Lack of hope and segregation instigates apartheid I know,
Let the tears show,
Let it go,
Let it go.
The future beckons,
The past is gone in seconds,
Let it stay that way,
Don't go back again,
Let's step out together,
Hold my hand,
And then strong we'll stand.
Don't let that frown echo round the halls of your home,
You're no longer alone,
No longer alone,
Lack of hope and segregation instigates apartheid I know,
Let the tears show,
Let it go,
Let it go.
Um, so yeah. Life is currently very mediocre. To be honest I wish tehre was something exciting happening. Something I could be majorly happy about because each night seems to be following a similar trend. I'll get in happy and then I'll be brought right down by people's problems and things. However, this is the point I want to address, I AM GLAD that people come to me. I'm glad that I can been seen as helpful, and I'm glad that people want to talk to me. It makes me feel happy and wanted, and I hope that I can return the favour.
So, for all of those that are fucked up, remember, it WILL get better. That is a promise that I will single-handedly deliver if I have to. *salutes*
So yeah, I /think/ that is all I have to say. If I think of anything else to say I'll type it in or something. Meh.
Echo
[[INSTRUMENTAL]]
I think that maybe I should stop thinking about myself for once,
Lost in translation, her tears echo dissonance,
And I really wish I could do something,
It scars her daily – Well it's sunk in,
But it's sunk in too far.
Don't let that frown echo round the halls of your home,
You're no longer alone,
No longer alone,
Lack of hope and segregation instigates apartheid I know,
Let the tears show,
Let it go,
Let it go.
There's a place out there where no-one is waiting to tear us down,
Will you take my hand to search around?
Because there's knots in her heart,
And each day it tears her apart,
Let me help now.
Don't let that frown echo round the halls of your home,
You're no longer alone,
No longer alone,
Lack of hope and segregation instigates apartheid I know,
Let the tears show,
Let it go,
Let it go.
The future beckons,
The past is gone in seconds,
Let it stay that way,
Don't go back again,
Let's step out together,
Hold my hand,
And then strong we'll stand.
Don't let that frown echo round the halls of your home,
You're no longer alone,
No longer alone,
Lack of hope and segregation instigates apartheid I know,
Let the tears show,
Let it go,
Let it go.
Sunday 31 May 2009
Friday 29 May 2009
Yang; HoldOnToYourHeart =]
Guess who's writing again! =]
Opinions on the opening please?
The Daisy And The Rose
One
I've sat here many years and watched the world go by. It's a terrifying place. I've seen the things society does to you, yet no-one is ever truly ready for when it hits them. Each blow harder than the next. This is a story of depletion. Angst and anger. A story of love. Romance and pain. A story of truth.
'What a shit opening.'
The scrunched up piece of paper landed in the bin, seemingly pirouetting off of the metal rim and the would-be-author raised his aggravated head. He reached for his glass half-filled with Scotch and grasped the handle before allowing the liquid to run down his throat. Whilst it replenished him, it also made him less capable to do the task at hand. It was always Sam Ji-Merribonn's wish to be a famous author. His writing skills were usually second to none, but he suffered from the problem of disliking all of his own work, thus, never finishing anything. In all his years and failed attempts, he somehow always thought that the next story would be the one that got him into major businesses. The one that made him rich. It never was.
One look around could tell you that he was unsuccessful. The central heating was bust and the window pane had a crack in it that was letting minute amounts of air in. You couldn't even really call the two rooms that made his humble abode a flat. Three if you included the toilet. If that wasn't enough to give the impression of his failing career you didn't need to look far in order to see the various types of bugs and woodworm encasing the stained floor. It was hardly likely to hold the key to an artists inspiration.
Slowly Sam stared at the tiny digital clock that sat upon the mantelpiece guarding the unused and bricked-up fireplace where a tacky radiator had been replaced with a plug-in socket. It was 2:53. The circular legs of the wooden chair were forced backwards and Sam's legs cracked as they moved out-of-position. He violently nudged the chair out of the way, with the obvious afore-thought of wanting to kick out and break it, but the tiredness and aggravation was overwhelming, so as soon as his face touched the cold damp mattress that he called a bed, his eyes shut and dawn passed his weary head by.
- TIS NOT MY USUAL TYPE OF THANG -
Just thought I'd point that out. :{P
Anyhew; normal part of mai bloggery bit now methinks, 'cept not much has happened since the last one otehr than Tom Beasley labelling me as penis'... which is sort of unnerving. His fantasies aren't half odd. ;) :{P
Okay, I was doing my best to wind him up, by saying I stole the one he luuuurves off of him, and as I was on the radio, the songs I played MAY just have been a bit influenced. :{P
Green Day - Boulevard Of Broken Dreams
Good Charlotte - Dance Floor Anthem (I Don't Wanna Be In Love)
Arctic Monkeys - Bigger Boys And Stolen Sweethearts
The Smiths - This Charming Man
Billy Bragg - Valentines Day Is Over
Kill Hannah - Boys & Girls
Billy Talent - Ever Fallen In Love With Someone (Cover)
Lostprophets - Broken Hearts, Torn Up Letters and the Story of a Lonely Girl
Razorlight - Who Needs Love?
Oops. :{P
So yeah, not much to report in La-la land. However, this'll probably turn out to be quite a large blog post due to story opening. ^_^ Now to finish with some more writing. I wrote this last night whilst I was in an odd mood. x{P
Scream
I'm beginning to deplete,
Under the lights that show the street,
Why must this path be molten,
Been walked before and the cracks show it's broken.
I'm not the fucking dirty twat I seem,
I'm alive inside and I wanna scream,
This train is stopping – I've ran out of steam,
Because there's a heart underneath this hide – Just wanna scream.
Feel my pulse go double speed,
I'm not one for the bible or the creed,
But is to much for people to see,
How much of a man this interior can be?
I'm not saying fuck the world or recognise me,
I merely want to people to open their eyes and see.
I'm not the fucking dirty twat I seem,
I'm alive inside and I wanna scream,
This train is stopping – I've ran out of steam,
Because there's a heart underneath this hide – Just wanna scream.
You can't read me like a book,
Or lift my mood like a fork-lift truck,
Sure I have my fantasies,
But it's a covered-up disease,
My mind is a shrine,
But it is about time,
It was explored,
By the ones adored.
I'm not saying fuck the world or recognise me,
I merely want to people to open their eyes and see.
I'm not the fucking dirty twat I seem,
I'm alive inside and I wanna scream,
This train is stopping – I've ran out of steam,
Because there's a heart underneath this hide – Just wanna scream.
[[INSTRUMENTAL]]
I'm not saying fuck the world or recognise me,
I merely want to people to open their eyes and see.
Peace out. x{P
Opinions on the opening please?
The Daisy And The Rose
One
I've sat here many years and watched the world go by. It's a terrifying place. I've seen the things society does to you, yet no-one is ever truly ready for when it hits them. Each blow harder than the next. This is a story of depletion. Angst and anger. A story of love. Romance and pain. A story of truth.
'What a shit opening.'
The scrunched up piece of paper landed in the bin, seemingly pirouetting off of the metal rim and the would-be-author raised his aggravated head. He reached for his glass half-filled with Scotch and grasped the handle before allowing the liquid to run down his throat. Whilst it replenished him, it also made him less capable to do the task at hand. It was always Sam Ji-Merribonn's wish to be a famous author. His writing skills were usually second to none, but he suffered from the problem of disliking all of his own work, thus, never finishing anything. In all his years and failed attempts, he somehow always thought that the next story would be the one that got him into major businesses. The one that made him rich. It never was.
One look around could tell you that he was unsuccessful. The central heating was bust and the window pane had a crack in it that was letting minute amounts of air in. You couldn't even really call the two rooms that made his humble abode a flat. Three if you included the toilet. If that wasn't enough to give the impression of his failing career you didn't need to look far in order to see the various types of bugs and woodworm encasing the stained floor. It was hardly likely to hold the key to an artists inspiration.
Slowly Sam stared at the tiny digital clock that sat upon the mantelpiece guarding the unused and bricked-up fireplace where a tacky radiator had been replaced with a plug-in socket. It was 2:53. The circular legs of the wooden chair were forced backwards and Sam's legs cracked as they moved out-of-position. He violently nudged the chair out of the way, with the obvious afore-thought of wanting to kick out and break it, but the tiredness and aggravation was overwhelming, so as soon as his face touched the cold damp mattress that he called a bed, his eyes shut and dawn passed his weary head by.
- TIS NOT MY USUAL TYPE OF THANG -
Just thought I'd point that out. :{P
Anyhew; normal part of mai bloggery bit now methinks, 'cept not much has happened since the last one otehr than Tom Beasley labelling me as penis'... which is sort of unnerving. His fantasies aren't half odd. ;) :{P
Okay, I was doing my best to wind him up, by saying I stole the one he luuuurves off of him, and as I was on the radio, the songs I played MAY just have been a bit influenced. :{P
Green Day - Boulevard Of Broken Dreams
Good Charlotte - Dance Floor Anthem (I Don't Wanna Be In Love)
Arctic Monkeys - Bigger Boys And Stolen Sweethearts
The Smiths - This Charming Man
Billy Bragg - Valentines Day Is Over
Kill Hannah - Boys & Girls
Billy Talent - Ever Fallen In Love With Someone (Cover)
Lostprophets - Broken Hearts, Torn Up Letters and the Story of a Lonely Girl
Razorlight - Who Needs Love?
Oops. :{P
So yeah, not much to report in La-la land. However, this'll probably turn out to be quite a large blog post due to story opening. ^_^ Now to finish with some more writing. I wrote this last night whilst I was in an odd mood. x{P
Scream
I'm beginning to deplete,
Under the lights that show the street,
Why must this path be molten,
Been walked before and the cracks show it's broken.
I'm not the fucking dirty twat I seem,
I'm alive inside and I wanna scream,
This train is stopping – I've ran out of steam,
Because there's a heart underneath this hide – Just wanna scream.
Feel my pulse go double speed,
I'm not one for the bible or the creed,
But is to much for people to see,
How much of a man this interior can be?
I'm not saying fuck the world or recognise me,
I merely want to people to open their eyes and see.
I'm not the fucking dirty twat I seem,
I'm alive inside and I wanna scream,
This train is stopping – I've ran out of steam,
Because there's a heart underneath this hide – Just wanna scream.
You can't read me like a book,
Or lift my mood like a fork-lift truck,
Sure I have my fantasies,
But it's a covered-up disease,
My mind is a shrine,
But it is about time,
It was explored,
By the ones adored.
I'm not saying fuck the world or recognise me,
I merely want to people to open their eyes and see.
I'm not the fucking dirty twat I seem,
I'm alive inside and I wanna scream,
This train is stopping – I've ran out of steam,
Because there's a heart underneath this hide – Just wanna scream.
[[INSTRUMENTAL]]
I'm not saying fuck the world or recognise me,
I merely want to people to open their eyes and see.
Peace out. x{P
Wednesday 27 May 2009
Yang; Bottom.
The title is an injoke. I mean okay so sometimes I /am/ up my own arse, but that's not what it was refering to.
Thomas Beasley came over the delightfully shit city of Birmingham and we saw Angels & Demons. it's great he was there, because it gives me a chance to slate the film. DON'T DO IT TO YOURSELF! btw. It's the most boring tripe ever that consisted of Robert Langdon telling us all what we all already fucking knew in an advanced way with lots of latin. There are also so many holes in it that if it were a football math, it would have been called off. Also, having one of the highest priests saying "awesome" was unrealistically awesome in it's own right. And then the explosion, followed by an implosion, followed by another explosion which somehow exploded again... Though I admit, I didn't see the little plot twist at the end it still enjoyed being raped by the book. And Tom was there to witness it.
Then we came back talking about someone in particular that Tom would like to bone but won't admit it and did our show which was totally kick-ass awesome btw. I have it recorded, cept the thing screwed up so it's in 4 parts. :{P IM me or leave a comment with your e-mail if you want it.
We also have the most organised biscuit tin Tom has ever seen and the innuendo in a pingu story is almost unbearable. :{P
So, that was out lurvely day.
Oh, the security at the train station is pretty lax btw. I made it all the way to the platform to drop Tom back off. :{P
So yes. Ben. Happy. And to finish the post with lyrics, lulz and Tom twitching, I now have said person from earliers number. xD Be 'fraid for the Benny monster will steal her off you. Maybe. :{P
And an appropriate end to a blog where I have slated a movie.
Closing Credits
And I'm guessing by that look on your face this is where it ends?
A look now I'm able to completely comprehend,
Second nature is a phrase that comes to mind,
I know the moment so well – Perfectly tuned, perfectly timed.
I'm well known for being cynical,
Because most movies have no pinnacle,
And like many a bad movie,
These are the closing credits no-one wants to see.
Martin Luther King had a dream where we could all live in harmony,
Well I'm sorry, it's a sight we'll never really see,
An apartheid so invisible the naked eye would pass it by,
But like nicotine, poisoned hearts hide in the sky.
I'm well known for being cynical,
Because most movies have no pinnacle,
And like many a bad movie,
These are the closing credits no-one wants to see.
Drop dead gorgeous,
Yeah, gauge my eyes,
Why do we fall in love,
And see truth in these lies?
I'm a broken buddy,
A corpse for the cemetery,
But I'll live through it again,
Before I die happily.
I'm well known for being cynical,
Because most movies have no pinnacle,
And like many a bad movie,
These are the closing credits no-one wants to see.
Star Trek on the other hand... X{P
Thomas Beasley came over the delightfully shit city of Birmingham and we saw Angels & Demons. it's great he was there, because it gives me a chance to slate the film. DON'T DO IT TO YOURSELF! btw. It's the most boring tripe ever that consisted of Robert Langdon telling us all what we all already fucking knew in an advanced way with lots of latin. There are also so many holes in it that if it were a football math, it would have been called off. Also, having one of the highest priests saying "awesome" was unrealistically awesome in it's own right. And then the explosion, followed by an implosion, followed by another explosion which somehow exploded again... Though I admit, I didn't see the little plot twist at the end it still enjoyed being raped by the book. And Tom was there to witness it.
Then we came back talking about someone in particular that Tom would like to bone but won't admit it and did our show which was totally kick-ass awesome btw. I have it recorded, cept the thing screwed up so it's in 4 parts. :{P IM me or leave a comment with your e-mail if you want it.
We also have the most organised biscuit tin Tom has ever seen and the innuendo in a pingu story is almost unbearable. :{P
So, that was out lurvely day.
Oh, the security at the train station is pretty lax btw. I made it all the way to the platform to drop Tom back off. :{P
So yes. Ben. Happy. And to finish the post with lyrics, lulz and Tom twitching, I now have said person from earliers number. xD Be 'fraid for the Benny monster will steal her off you. Maybe. :{P
And an appropriate end to a blog where I have slated a movie.
Closing Credits
And I'm guessing by that look on your face this is where it ends?
A look now I'm able to completely comprehend,
Second nature is a phrase that comes to mind,
I know the moment so well – Perfectly tuned, perfectly timed.
I'm well known for being cynical,
Because most movies have no pinnacle,
And like many a bad movie,
These are the closing credits no-one wants to see.
Martin Luther King had a dream where we could all live in harmony,
Well I'm sorry, it's a sight we'll never really see,
An apartheid so invisible the naked eye would pass it by,
But like nicotine, poisoned hearts hide in the sky.
I'm well known for being cynical,
Because most movies have no pinnacle,
And like many a bad movie,
These are the closing credits no-one wants to see.
Drop dead gorgeous,
Yeah, gauge my eyes,
Why do we fall in love,
And see truth in these lies?
I'm a broken buddy,
A corpse for the cemetery,
But I'll live through it again,
Before I die happily.
I'm well known for being cynical,
Because most movies have no pinnacle,
And like many a bad movie,
These are the closing credits no-one wants to see.
Star Trek on the other hand... X{P
Wednesday 20 May 2009
Yin OR Yang; Because I Have Absoloutley No Idea Where This Is Going To Go ~ P3: W5L5-W6L3-W9L2-W11L4-W16L4-W19L3-W21L1-W24L2-W27L1
This is going to be quite hard for me to write because it goes out to one person in particular and I'm linking several people to this page, so just because you're reading this, it isn't necesarily you, so bear with me, kay?
I planned on saying don't get the wrong end of the stick here, except that's secretly the right end of the stick that you're holding. I jjust wish it wasn't.
I hate how this keeps happening. I really do. I even realise that love is nought but a chemical reaction, but it still won't let me be. And I know where this is going to go, because I've been down this road a million times before. You know, if I knew you properly, I'd have said this a long time ago, 'cept I don't. And I really wish I did because you're intelligent, witty and beautiful. And not even one of those is use of a cliché. It's simply fact. I know that nothing can come of it though, so don't judge me by this or think of me any differently please. It's just better if it's out there.
Now, I think you should know that I actually took all day writing this.
I also kind of hope you don't realise it's you. However, there are clues scattered throughout.
Not the kind of thing I'm used too doing either. :{P
I planned on saying don't get the wrong end of the stick here, except that's secretly the right end of the stick that you're holding. I jjust wish it wasn't.
I hate how this keeps happening. I really do. I even realise that love is nought but a chemical reaction, but it still won't let me be. And I know where this is going to go, because I've been down this road a million times before. You know, if I knew you properly, I'd have said this a long time ago, 'cept I don't. And I really wish I did because you're intelligent, witty and beautiful. And not even one of those is use of a cliché. It's simply fact. I know that nothing can come of it though, so don't judge me by this or think of me any differently please. It's just better if it's out there.
Now, I think you should know that I actually took all day writing this.
I also kind of hope you don't realise it's you. However, there are clues scattered throughout.
Not the kind of thing I'm used too doing either. :{P
Sunday 10 May 2009
Yang; 'Cause I haven't posted in fuckin' ages.
I'm still here.
And am now on radio toooooooo. ^_______^
www.asdfm.co.uk/listen.php
And am now on radio toooooooo. ^_______^
www.asdfm.co.uk/listen.php
Saturday 25 April 2009
Yin; Because The Ounce Of Emotion I Had Left Is Now Securely Locked Up In Pandora's Box
You know, I've always played the good guy. The gentleman. I've come to the realisation that this isn't the right role for me. No matter how much I want to hold someone or kiss someone, or sing them a lullaby, it'll never come to pass. I don't want to be the kind of person winking at random strangers from across the road. I don't want to be promiscuous, but life and society doesn't seem to accept life any other way, because the world is a shit-hole.
Does no-one feel emotion anymore?
Does no-one GIVE A FUCKING SHIT ANYMORE!?
Because it hurts.
Does no-one feel emotion anymore?
Does no-one GIVE A FUCKING SHIT ANYMORE!?
Because it hurts.
Thursday 23 April 2009
Yin/Yang; I Have Two Balls And Neither Are Crystal
I feel like rhyming what I say tonight, like a song, I'm rhythmic and this feels right.
Ah, to watch the week come to a close and to think; 2 weeks remain after tomorrow. I peak. To be honest I enjoy the end of school, I'm not going to a prom all dressed up like a tool. Don't be mad, I'm not sad. I enjoy my true friends. I'd rather make it obvious that just pretend - that I like that shit, you know what I mean? The chavvy dance tracks on the TV screen. I'll sit out and smile rather than stay stood in denial. Sober. Loner.
It's been a while since I've smiled, and these pallid features have lifted a lip, I let it slip. I'm warmer underneath, But I like to hide it with this sheath. But to be back in school, should I be happy or sad? I'm not a jack-the-lad, but this just feels shit, Every little bit. I'm hating it, but hating it happily, does that make sense, not when I'm talking in the present tense. The people I know will make me laugh, but their retardation means the happiness won't last. I love you all uniquely, but bleakly. Enjoy this whilst it lasts, because you'll remain in the past.
So now I'll leave you with a merry tune, Something I put upon a forum to be groomed, But alas t'was ignored, left me bored, so you'd better fucking comment even if you say it's dumb, just as long as it says “1 comments” I won't shove my prom ticket up your... sleeve.
The A. O. RM (Ace of Spades)
If you wanna spam troll, I tell you “Word Games” man,
You win some, lose some, it's -all- still spam to me,
The pleasure is to play, it makes no difference what you say,
I don't share your greed, the only board I need is
The A. O. RM.
The A. O. RM.
Alright.
Playing for WD wall, dancing with the Dil,
Going with the flow, it's all insane to me,
Off to hell not heaven, lurkers watching you,
Double post or quit, the noobs are all in s**t,
The A. O. RM
The A. O. RM.
You know I'm born to lose, and THE GAME is for fools,
But that's the way I like it baby,
I have no life, I endeavour,
And Don't Forget The Nzer.
Pushing up the ante, I know you've got to see me,
Read 'em and weep, the dead man's posts again,
I see it in mods eyes, take one look and die,
The only thing you see, you know it's gotta be,
The A. O. RM
The A. O. RM
Ah, to watch the week come to a close and to think; 2 weeks remain after tomorrow. I peak. To be honest I enjoy the end of school, I'm not going to a prom all dressed up like a tool. Don't be mad, I'm not sad. I enjoy my true friends. I'd rather make it obvious that just pretend - that I like that shit, you know what I mean? The chavvy dance tracks on the TV screen. I'll sit out and smile rather than stay stood in denial. Sober. Loner.
It's been a while since I've smiled, and these pallid features have lifted a lip, I let it slip. I'm warmer underneath, But I like to hide it with this sheath. But to be back in school, should I be happy or sad? I'm not a jack-the-lad, but this just feels shit, Every little bit. I'm hating it, but hating it happily, does that make sense, not when I'm talking in the present tense. The people I know will make me laugh, but their retardation means the happiness won't last. I love you all uniquely, but bleakly. Enjoy this whilst it lasts, because you'll remain in the past.
So now I'll leave you with a merry tune, Something I put upon a forum to be groomed, But alas t'was ignored, left me bored, so you'd better fucking comment even if you say it's dumb, just as long as it says “1 comments” I won't shove my prom ticket up your... sleeve.
The A. O. RM (Ace of Spades)
If you wanna spam troll, I tell you “Word Games” man,
You win some, lose some, it's -all- still spam to me,
The pleasure is to play, it makes no difference what you say,
I don't share your greed, the only board I need is
The A. O. RM.
The A. O. RM.
Alright.
Playing for WD wall, dancing with the Dil,
Going with the flow, it's all insane to me,
Off to hell not heaven, lurkers watching you,
Double post or quit, the noobs are all in s**t,
The A. O. RM
The A. O. RM.
You know I'm born to lose, and THE GAME is for fools,
But that's the way I like it baby,
I have no life, I endeavour,
And Don't Forget The Nzer.
Pushing up the ante, I know you've got to see me,
Read 'em and weep, the dead man's posts again,
I see it in mods eyes, take one look and die,
The only thing you see, you know it's gotta be,
The A. O. RM
The A. O. RM
Tuesday 21 April 2009
Yin/Yang: There's No Secrets This Year
Well, okay, a mini Yin comes in the form of me not being able to save my Vox Furoris entry as a movie, (Piece o' shit) but at least I've done it.
<3
A slightly larger Yin being that today has been pretty crap. I had a maths exam. Any warning? No. I ahd to do my drama exam piece after school for an audience. Was I given a warning? No. Gah. Still, no major angst.
<3
Yangleism. =)
I don't want to jinx it, but wit ha day off on both Friday and Monday in a couple of weeks, and a willign friends, I may be able to travel to teh Isle o' Mainia. I'll post some more tomorrow too, but I'm going to go to bed now... Toodle-oo.
<3
A slightly larger Yin being that today has been pretty crap. I had a maths exam. Any warning? No. I ahd to do my drama exam piece after school for an audience. Was I given a warning? No. Gah. Still, no major angst.
<3
Yangleism. =)
I don't want to jinx it, but wit ha day off on both Friday and Monday in a couple of weeks, and a willign friends, I may be able to travel to teh Isle o' Mainia. I'll post some more tomorrow too, but I'm going to go to bed now... Toodle-oo.
Saturday 18 April 2009
Yang: All That Glitters In Gold, Only Shooting Stars Break The Mould
Yes. It's NOT angsty. x{P
Much. :{P
Admittedly the holidays have been majorly suck-ass, but it's nice to feel slightly better and I have a number of reasons to be like this... other than finally being able to procrastinate...
(a) Twat kid's been caught by the Police.
(b) I wented to visit TOMMEH. That was fun. See below... somewhere... for details.
(c) Just because I can finally relax, and I have an awesome amount of people I can speak to. You know, I've actually checked, and there's not a single person that I know in real life that is in my awesome peoples list. It's all you internet people. x{P
(d) Fuck it. I can't be arsed to list anymore. x{P
Uh, yeah so everything's not all bad...
Also, I'd like to thank you, you know who you are. ;)
What else can I say?
Ooh! My writer's block has finally vanished. I can now write a high amount of songs. (Totally whoop btw) I'll greet you with one in a bit.
THAT TIME HAS ARRIVED! x{P
The Drums Sound
Plague me like locusts bearing various infections,
I feel like a schoolchild tryna hide a large erection,
And when I found out I was forced out through caesarean section,
The drumming sound became as loud as sex without protection.
So the speed of sound,
Continues to explode,
My head's in overload,
I know it's wrong,
But I can't help but pound,
When I hear the drums sound.
Teenage kicks have never really been top priority,
I've always been one to follow the authority,
See, I'm usually one of the few moral minority,
You'd never see me parked up by some social sorority.
So the speed of sound,
Continues to explode,
My head's in overload,
I know it's wrong,
But I can't help but pound,
When I hear the drums sound.
This life,
Feels like it's gonna a turn on me,
It's not right,
That I'm never with the majority,
Subscribe,
Is what I hear them all screaming at me,
But I'd die,
Rather than become so caught up in the falling tree...
So the speed of sound,
Continues to explode,
My head's in overload,
I know it's wrong,
But I can't help but pound,
When I hear the drums sound.
Btw, there's no-one I was thanking with the little wink at the end, I just wanted to make you wonder. x{P
Much. :{P
Admittedly the holidays have been majorly suck-ass, but it's nice to feel slightly better and I have a number of reasons to be like this... other than finally being able to procrastinate...
(a) Twat kid's been caught by the Police.
(b) I wented to visit TOMMEH. That was fun. See below... somewhere... for details.
(c) Just because I can finally relax, and I have an awesome amount of people I can speak to. You know, I've actually checked, and there's not a single person that I know in real life that is in my awesome peoples list. It's all you internet people. x{P
(d) Fuck it. I can't be arsed to list anymore. x{P
Uh, yeah so everything's not all bad...
Also, I'd like to thank you, you know who you are. ;)
What else can I say?
Ooh! My writer's block has finally vanished. I can now write a high amount of songs. (Totally whoop btw) I'll greet you with one in a bit.
THAT TIME HAS ARRIVED! x{P
The Drums Sound
Plague me like locusts bearing various infections,
I feel like a schoolchild tryna hide a large erection,
And when I found out I was forced out through caesarean section,
The drumming sound became as loud as sex without protection.
So the speed of sound,
Continues to explode,
My head's in overload,
I know it's wrong,
But I can't help but pound,
When I hear the drums sound.
Teenage kicks have never really been top priority,
I've always been one to follow the authority,
See, I'm usually one of the few moral minority,
You'd never see me parked up by some social sorority.
So the speed of sound,
Continues to explode,
My head's in overload,
I know it's wrong,
But I can't help but pound,
When I hear the drums sound.
This life,
Feels like it's gonna a turn on me,
It's not right,
That I'm never with the majority,
Subscribe,
Is what I hear them all screaming at me,
But I'd die,
Rather than become so caught up in the falling tree...
So the speed of sound,
Continues to explode,
My head's in overload,
I know it's wrong,
But I can't help but pound,
When I hear the drums sound.
Btw, there's no-one I was thanking with the little wink at the end, I just wanted to make you wonder. x{P
Thursday 16 April 2009
Yin & Yang: Fuck it.
Ya know, I'm probably gonna be posting every/single/day from now on, because if I've got something to say, I find this helps me majorly.
So yeah, basically I'm not sure if this counts as good or bad, so I've classified it as both. Because I'm thinking 'fuck it'. See, nothing matters any more. Sometimes I wonder if I'd be better off telling my friends where to shove their moral support because most of the time, in fact no, all of the time, it does nothing. Nin's got it down to a tee IMO. Tom went into some big speech, and no offence mate, it didn't help me. Nin just said 'God, that is fucked' and I laughed. She didn't try to help me out and ironically, that's what I need. Just to talk to people and forget the bad things.
From now on, I'm different, kay? I'm gonna be hard hearted. My world's shattered one to many times, and I'm fed up of building it back with sand to be washed away again. I'm digging deeper. Sedimentary rock will hold this heart in place, because despite the chirpy happy look I play, it's there, and it's god-damn sensitive.
I'll still be there though. I'm still me, just with an edge that I want buried. Love hurts, so I'm saying fuck it. If some-one is destined to be with me, then he or she can do the hard work, because I'm fed up and my heart isn't fit for any of these games anymore.
So yeah, basically I'm not sure if this counts as good or bad, so I've classified it as both. Because I'm thinking 'fuck it'. See, nothing matters any more. Sometimes I wonder if I'd be better off telling my friends where to shove their moral support because most of the time, in fact no, all of the time, it does nothing. Nin's got it down to a tee IMO. Tom went into some big speech, and no offence mate, it didn't help me. Nin just said 'God, that is fucked' and I laughed. She didn't try to help me out and ironically, that's what I need. Just to talk to people and forget the bad things.
From now on, I'm different, kay? I'm gonna be hard hearted. My world's shattered one to many times, and I'm fed up of building it back with sand to be washed away again. I'm digging deeper. Sedimentary rock will hold this heart in place, because despite the chirpy happy look I play, it's there, and it's god-damn sensitive.
I'll still be there though. I'm still me, just with an edge that I want buried. Love hurts, so I'm saying fuck it. If some-one is destined to be with me, then he or she can do the hard work, because I'm fed up and my heart isn't fit for any of these games anymore.
Wednesday 15 April 2009
Yin: Yes, I'm Now Coding My Blog
Yin is black, negative, and nurturing.
Yang is white, active, positive, and initiating/creating.
This shall be how you know if the post will be good or bad. So, as you have now guessed the title implies this will be a negative post.
Basically, looking around, the world is falling down the proverbial shitter. And going by the laws of physics, no matter how high we jump, gravity will always bring us down, until you end up in space, where there is literally nothing. In other words, we're never destined to end on a high.
It's always the good kids, isn't it? Never the dick-headed ones. Never the ones you'd GLADLY see struck down. And be all patriotic or whatever, say "you'd never like to see any-one die", but everyone wishes someone wasn't in their life. Everyone thinks life would be better off with someone dead. Well, Shan isn't one of those people. And to her and all of her friends and family, I'm here for you. You're not leaving us.
Oh, and not for the first time, In fact, actually, I make this the third time now; it turns out a girl that I like and I mean really really like would rather go off with another girl instead of me. My heart is numb and can't take much more before it becomes solidified. I'm so close to thinking "fuck everything and everyone" and just cracking.
Oh, and not to mention all my friends (bar the ones that really are amazing, and thank you) are pissing off as a result of my mood.
So yeah. Yin. If you don't like it, fuck off.
Yang is white, active, positive, and initiating/creating.
This shall be how you know if the post will be good or bad. So, as you have now guessed the title implies this will be a negative post.
Basically, looking around, the world is falling down the proverbial shitter. And going by the laws of physics, no matter how high we jump, gravity will always bring us down, until you end up in space, where there is literally nothing. In other words, we're never destined to end on a high.
It's always the good kids, isn't it? Never the dick-headed ones. Never the ones you'd GLADLY see struck down. And be all patriotic or whatever, say "you'd never like to see any-one die", but everyone wishes someone wasn't in their life. Everyone thinks life would be better off with someone dead. Well, Shan isn't one of those people. And to her and all of her friends and family, I'm here for you. You're not leaving us.
Oh, and not for the first time, In fact, actually, I make this the third time now; it turns out a girl that I like and I mean really really like would rather go off with another girl instead of me. My heart is numb and can't take much more before it becomes solidified. I'm so close to thinking "fuck everything and everyone" and just cracking.
Oh, and not to mention all my friends (bar the ones that really are amazing, and thank you) are pissing off as a result of my mood.
So yeah. Yin. If you don't like it, fuck off.
Tuesday 14 April 2009
Pingu Didn't Like The Grotty Old Pub
I was sorely tempted to put the 'pube' in the title and blame it on a typo, but that would have also oddly fitted the agenda. Yes, it would turn out that our favourite little penguin boy isn't all that he seems. X{P
So yeah, I am obviously talking about Tomski, (Yes Nin, I did totally rob your name for him. x{P) who I visited today, spending the majority of my money on transport. Throughout the trip I have decided that Coventry is possibly the most boring place on Earth. It was BLATANTLY a godsend that I ended up there to try and cheer the town up. :{P I am now going to do a tedious and irritating list of things that I did today, and I'm gonna make you read it and tell me it's amazing. :{P
-Chapter One-
Train Stations
I do NOT do trains if I can help it, but as it went, I couldn't. :{P You could tell that I didn't know anything to do with trains, when I couldn't find the STATION. I was running around the palisades for ages looking for an entrance to the station. Turns out it's down the fucking stairs! Then I went to several wrong platforms. Thanks for that Mr. I'm a security guard so I know everything. When I finally did get on the train I put Billy Idol on and gazed out of the window, only to realise that I'd actually accidentally stepped into First Class. (I though it was posh). I just relaxed safe in the knowledge I could act all panicky if an inspector got on and explain the totally honest mistake. :{P And I totally /didn't/ do the same thing on the way back. X{D
After I got of the train in Coventry, which poor child do I see but T.B. X{D He was staring at another train, seemingly expecting me to clamber out of that one, so I approached him and said “Personally, I don't think he's gonna be on that one.”
Luckily, I saw him straight away, but I had a back-up plan in case it was busy like in Birmingham. He would recognise the jester hat! :{P
Yeah...
-Chapter Two-
The Grotty Old Pub, Ikea and gagged women on the forbidden floor 5.
Stepping out of the train stations, we had to find our way back, which for Tommy boy seemed impossible. Heck, he couldn't even find him way out of the car park. X{P However, following his dad's badly-hand-drawn map we managed to get as far as the grotty old pub. I'm guessing Tommy boy didn't like it. X{P
We did finally make it past gypo's with guitars and the big circle called Coventry. We took a trip through the crack market with a fairground in the middle and ended up slap-bang in the middle of Coventry and it's massive Ikea. Be warned, the remaining paragraphs in this “chapter” will get vair odd. :{P
We got in, and we went to the lift, which told us that we could go to any floor apart from THE FORBIDDEN FLOOR 5! Wow... Very Harry Potter. Anyhew, we ventured up to the café and we heard a voice come across on the tanoy TELLING US WHAT WE WERE FUCKING DOING! However, the voice sounded gagged and we decided that she was on the forbidden floor five, kidnapped and forced to work from under an ornate Swedish lamp.
We got to the food place. CHEAP FOOD! I mean, I got chips, a hotdog and a bottomless drink of coke for under £2. However, we saw their incentive was quickly smothered by the fact that there were tables but NO FUCKING CHAIRS. Seriously, no chairs? In a FURNITURE STORE? What is the world coming to?
I later felt the need to go through a small hole in the wall that said it was reserved for the greatest people in the world. I hit my head. :{P
What else? What else? Oh yeah, We went to see a film, but fucked off 'cause there was nothing on, and we almost missed a bus 'cause a hobo collapsed in the bus stop. X{D
-Chapter Three-
The Grotty Old Pube. :{P
So, Tom's humble little abode. :{P Yeah...
We went to Tom's room, which is actually a lot smaller than it looks online. And guess what? I'm NOT in his favourites list. Hmmph. :P And let this be known to all of you, he is not as cute and as fluffy as he makes out! Alas, he is completely the opposite! He went on pictures of grotty old pubes. Ew Tom. Ewwwwwwww. :{P
His brother's videos are obviously so fake and hilarious, especially one of the epsidodes. :P Yes, the miss-spelling was purposeful. Ask Tom to link you and rofl at the kids doing stuff.
Also, it turns out, I can't play Mario Kart. :{P
Eventually we ventured back into town whilst meeting his brother and his homies. :{P He complimented my hat! I'm unsure whether to be happy or sad. :{P
-Epilogue-
Every War Must Also Come To An End Tommeh. X{D
Basically, we found our way back. Had something to eat and I fecked off.
Great day, made even better now by certain people on MSN. :) *Luvvage*
So yeah, I am obviously talking about Tomski, (Yes Nin, I did totally rob your name for him. x{P) who I visited today, spending the majority of my money on transport. Throughout the trip I have decided that Coventry is possibly the most boring place on Earth. It was BLATANTLY a godsend that I ended up there to try and cheer the town up. :{P I am now going to do a tedious and irritating list of things that I did today, and I'm gonna make you read it and tell me it's amazing. :{P
-Chapter One-
Train Stations
I do NOT do trains if I can help it, but as it went, I couldn't. :{P You could tell that I didn't know anything to do with trains, when I couldn't find the STATION. I was running around the palisades for ages looking for an entrance to the station. Turns out it's down the fucking stairs! Then I went to several wrong platforms. Thanks for that Mr. I'm a security guard so I know everything. When I finally did get on the train I put Billy Idol on and gazed out of the window, only to realise that I'd actually accidentally stepped into First Class. (I though it was posh). I just relaxed safe in the knowledge I could act all panicky if an inspector got on and explain the totally honest mistake. :{P And I totally /didn't/ do the same thing on the way back. X{D
After I got of the train in Coventry, which poor child do I see but T.B. X{D He was staring at another train, seemingly expecting me to clamber out of that one, so I approached him and said “Personally, I don't think he's gonna be on that one.”
Luckily, I saw him straight away, but I had a back-up plan in case it was busy like in Birmingham. He would recognise the jester hat! :{P
Yeah...
-Chapter Two-
The Grotty Old Pub, Ikea and gagged women on the forbidden floor 5.
Stepping out of the train stations, we had to find our way back, which for Tommy boy seemed impossible. Heck, he couldn't even find him way out of the car park. X{P However, following his dad's badly-hand-drawn map we managed to get as far as the grotty old pub. I'm guessing Tommy boy didn't like it. X{P
We did finally make it past gypo's with guitars and the big circle called Coventry. We took a trip through the crack market with a fairground in the middle and ended up slap-bang in the middle of Coventry and it's massive Ikea. Be warned, the remaining paragraphs in this “chapter” will get vair odd. :{P
We got in, and we went to the lift, which told us that we could go to any floor apart from THE FORBIDDEN FLOOR 5! Wow... Very Harry Potter. Anyhew, we ventured up to the café and we heard a voice come across on the tanoy TELLING US WHAT WE WERE FUCKING DOING! However, the voice sounded gagged and we decided that she was on the forbidden floor five, kidnapped and forced to work from under an ornate Swedish lamp.
We got to the food place. CHEAP FOOD! I mean, I got chips, a hotdog and a bottomless drink of coke for under £2. However, we saw their incentive was quickly smothered by the fact that there were tables but NO FUCKING CHAIRS. Seriously, no chairs? In a FURNITURE STORE? What is the world coming to?
I later felt the need to go through a small hole in the wall that said it was reserved for the greatest people in the world. I hit my head. :{P
What else? What else? Oh yeah, We went to see a film, but fucked off 'cause there was nothing on, and we almost missed a bus 'cause a hobo collapsed in the bus stop. X{D
-Chapter Three-
The Grotty Old Pube. :{P
So, Tom's humble little abode. :{P Yeah...
We went to Tom's room, which is actually a lot smaller than it looks online. And guess what? I'm NOT in his favourites list. Hmmph. :P And let this be known to all of you, he is not as cute and as fluffy as he makes out! Alas, he is completely the opposite! He went on pictures of grotty old pubes. Ew Tom. Ewwwwwwww. :{P
His brother's videos are obviously so fake and hilarious, especially one of the epsidodes. :P Yes, the miss-spelling was purposeful. Ask Tom to link you and rofl at the kids doing stuff.
Also, it turns out, I can't play Mario Kart. :{P
Eventually we ventured back into town whilst meeting his brother and his homies. :{P He complimented my hat! I'm unsure whether to be happy or sad. :{P
-Epilogue-
Every War Must Also Come To An End Tommeh. X{D
Basically, we found our way back. Had something to eat and I fecked off.
Great day, made even better now by certain people on MSN. :) *Luvvage*
Monday 13 April 2009
And You Know You're Fucked When The Holiday Is More Stressful Than School
Wow, what a motherfucking bollocks holiday. Couldn't be worse.
Because of course originally I could go over to see peeps on the isle of man, then despite beating every point my parents brought up, I still couldn't go. Now I can go to the Isle of man if I can get friends that my parents know to come. Guess what? All my rl friends are lazy motherfucking dickheaded horsewanking twats and I HATE THEM ALL. To top it all off now, my parents are trying to play the guilt card because of my mood.
WHAT THE FUCK!?
I'm gonna go smother myself or something now because it turns out THE WORLD HATES ME. Just for once, a bit of good luck would come in handy. It's not like I'm asking for personal gain. What is wrong with WANTING TO SEE MY FRIENDS!?
It's fucking riduculus and I don't think my mood has EVER been this bad.
FUCK.
Because of course originally I could go over to see peeps on the isle of man, then despite beating every point my parents brought up, I still couldn't go. Now I can go to the Isle of man if I can get friends that my parents know to come. Guess what? All my rl friends are lazy motherfucking dickheaded horsewanking twats and I HATE THEM ALL. To top it all off now, my parents are trying to play the guilt card because of my mood.
WHAT THE FUCK!?
I'm gonna go smother myself or something now because it turns out THE WORLD HATES ME. Just for once, a bit of good luck would come in handy. It's not like I'm asking for personal gain. What is wrong with WANTING TO SEE MY FRIENDS!?
It's fucking riduculus and I don't think my mood has EVER been this bad.
FUCK.
Friday 10 April 2009
Okay, So The Holidays Are Currently Suck-Ass
The first week has passed by as utter bollocks to be perfectly honest. One minute I'm allowed to go to the Isle of Man, the next I'm not, and now apparently, If I can rally some friends, I CAN go, so there's light at the end of the tunnel, but it looks like it's too little too late to be honest.
However, after JUST slating Nin for being angsty, I'm going to do my best not to be all hypocritical and shizz, so with the possibility of stalking... I mean... seeing Tom B. (Which I've just realised says Tomb)If I get down to Coventry, your company would be gladfully accepted so I don't like... die... Though I'd prefer walking round Coventry like a hobo than being stuck with the same four walls glaring down enigmatically at me.
Right, so I shall TRY to follow up this bollocks week with something resembling a life. Enjoy these lyrics and comment motherfuckers. :D
I'm Your Ace
Tricked into buying a double-bed apartment,
With one set of clothes and no under garment,
A light, they were right, she's a right saucy minx,
And my cheap deodorant has been replaced with lynx.
My dad would be proud and my mom would be crying,
Because minds entwine and here's me trying,
It's not very often you'll find me give a damn,
But when the planets align, I'm a right horny ram.
Play me like a card,
I don't mind,
Because for now I'm all yours,
Check the papers, all signed,
So play me face down,
With a surprise on the flip side,
Because tonight is right,
To allow my alter-ego in to slide.
Pretend you don't want it all you like,
But I can see your eyes trying to psyche,
Yourself out of destiny. The path is laid,
And so shall I be by the time I break this charade.
Play me like a card,
I don't mind,
Because for now I'm all yours,
Check the papers, all signed,
So play me face down,
With a surprise on the flip side,
Because tonight is right,
To allow my alter-ego in to slide.
I'm still with the girl of my dreams,
But it's all in my head,
I've been given a lifeline,
But the other end's dead,
And I've had enough,
No time to repent,
It's time to descend,
Into this dissent.
Play me like a card,
I don't mind,
Because for now I'm all yours,
Check the papers, all signed,
So play me face down,
With a surprise on the flip side,
Because tonight is right,
To allow my alter-ego in to slide.
However, after JUST slating Nin for being angsty, I'm going to do my best not to be all hypocritical and shizz, so with the possibility of stalking... I mean... seeing Tom B. (Which I've just realised says Tomb)If I get down to Coventry, your company would be gladfully accepted so I don't like... die... Though I'd prefer walking round Coventry like a hobo than being stuck with the same four walls glaring down enigmatically at me.
Right, so I shall TRY to follow up this bollocks week with something resembling a life. Enjoy these lyrics and comment motherfuckers. :D
I'm Your Ace
Tricked into buying a double-bed apartment,
With one set of clothes and no under garment,
A light, they were right, she's a right saucy minx,
And my cheap deodorant has been replaced with lynx.
My dad would be proud and my mom would be crying,
Because minds entwine and here's me trying,
It's not very often you'll find me give a damn,
But when the planets align, I'm a right horny ram.
Play me like a card,
I don't mind,
Because for now I'm all yours,
Check the papers, all signed,
So play me face down,
With a surprise on the flip side,
Because tonight is right,
To allow my alter-ego in to slide.
Pretend you don't want it all you like,
But I can see your eyes trying to psyche,
Yourself out of destiny. The path is laid,
And so shall I be by the time I break this charade.
Play me like a card,
I don't mind,
Because for now I'm all yours,
Check the papers, all signed,
So play me face down,
With a surprise on the flip side,
Because tonight is right,
To allow my alter-ego in to slide.
I'm still with the girl of my dreams,
But it's all in my head,
I've been given a lifeline,
But the other end's dead,
And I've had enough,
No time to repent,
It's time to descend,
Into this dissent.
Play me like a card,
I don't mind,
Because for now I'm all yours,
Check the papers, all signed,
So play me face down,
With a surprise on the flip side,
Because tonight is right,
To allow my alter-ego in to slide.
Monday 23 March 2009
Booooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooobies
Now that I have your attention... :P
Just thought you'd all like to know that I am actually dying of stress.
With the drama exam just around the corner, I should feel fine because to my mind it's just another performance for some strange dude, but when I'm getting in the front door at 8pm, I think it's that that's really getting to me.
I have a headache, I'm starving and I'm as bored as a man with no eyes in specsavers.
Won't someone save me from this... torture? :P
And for those that watch Vox Furoris, my movie reviews will now go up on here: www.youtube.com/rabbitdrive
No Longer
For once your lips won't kiss me better,
A slip of the tongue was a slip up is all,
Your slight of hand is near impossible to see,
But I saw your finger search a stranger to your call,
A line of cocaine, with an orgy to follow,
That's how you roll, well roll in the cold,
Because you're not coming back, curling up in my bed,
Crawl into the second best bed. Not rented, sold.
The limits you have pushed,
Have pushed you back until you broke,
Turned to fire and smoke,
Words murmured, not spoke,
No longer do I listen,
To the snide snares that choke,
Take some other bloke,
To drown in sorrow, soak.
I'm sorry, let me congratulate you,
You managed to drive me away, at last,
I mean, why didn't you just say,
Away with this monopoly board, Away I cast,
All games you played with me,
And for once I feel no regret, It feels great,
To efficiently feel fury,
And not have to act like cupid's own saint.
The limits you have pushed,
Have pushed you back until you broke,
Turned to fire and smoke,
Words murmured, not spoke,
No longer do I listen,
To the snide snares that choke,
Take some other bloke,
To drown in sorrow, soak.
Don't kiss me or call me,
I don't wanna know,
Set your sights lower,
Because, flowers up they grow,
Vegetables grow the wrong way,
And this is why I sing and say,
I no longer need you,
Following a different root,
If you catch my drift,
I'm perfectly pruned,
Pitch-perfectly tuned,
I won't need you back either later or soon.
The limits you have pushed,
Have pushed you back until you broke,
Turned to fire and smoke,
Words murmured, not spoke,
No longer do I listen,
To the snide snares that choke,
Take some other bloke,
To drown in sorrow, soak.
*Expects one comment off Nin* :P
Just thought you'd all like to know that I am actually dying of stress.
With the drama exam just around the corner, I should feel fine because to my mind it's just another performance for some strange dude, but when I'm getting in the front door at 8pm, I think it's that that's really getting to me.
I have a headache, I'm starving and I'm as bored as a man with no eyes in specsavers.
Won't someone save me from this... torture? :P
And for those that watch Vox Furoris, my movie reviews will now go up on here: www.youtube.com/rabbitdrive
No Longer
For once your lips won't kiss me better,
A slip of the tongue was a slip up is all,
Your slight of hand is near impossible to see,
But I saw your finger search a stranger to your call,
A line of cocaine, with an orgy to follow,
That's how you roll, well roll in the cold,
Because you're not coming back, curling up in my bed,
Crawl into the second best bed. Not rented, sold.
The limits you have pushed,
Have pushed you back until you broke,
Turned to fire and smoke,
Words murmured, not spoke,
No longer do I listen,
To the snide snares that choke,
Take some other bloke,
To drown in sorrow, soak.
I'm sorry, let me congratulate you,
You managed to drive me away, at last,
I mean, why didn't you just say,
Away with this monopoly board, Away I cast,
All games you played with me,
And for once I feel no regret, It feels great,
To efficiently feel fury,
And not have to act like cupid's own saint.
The limits you have pushed,
Have pushed you back until you broke,
Turned to fire and smoke,
Words murmured, not spoke,
No longer do I listen,
To the snide snares that choke,
Take some other bloke,
To drown in sorrow, soak.
Don't kiss me or call me,
I don't wanna know,
Set your sights lower,
Because, flowers up they grow,
Vegetables grow the wrong way,
And this is why I sing and say,
I no longer need you,
Following a different root,
If you catch my drift,
I'm perfectly pruned,
Pitch-perfectly tuned,
I won't need you back either later or soon.
The limits you have pushed,
Have pushed you back until you broke,
Turned to fire and smoke,
Words murmured, not spoke,
No longer do I listen,
To the snide snares that choke,
Take some other bloke,
To drown in sorrow, soak.
*Expects one comment off Nin* :P
Monday 16 March 2009
Reaction Times
My objective is complete.
I have succesfully broke the heart of a perfectly innocent "friend" for no reason other than pleasure. Should it feel this good? A hunger that has been fed. Now all I have to do is see if he's going to get angry or if he'll sit there pathetically depressed.
I can't wait to murmur the words into his ear tomorrow like the sly devil I am.
"Doesn't love hurt?"
Don't worry, I'll keep you updated. Tony has returned.
You Have Liked Me For My Own Sake (And For Nothing Else)
These eyes aren't what they were,
Gold-dust grows on the warm loving core,
My nature changes like beasts under a full moon,
With a lust for meat, to eat, and soon.
Don't deny your feelings for me,
Are born out of pity and jealousy,
Because I can see the boredom in your cyan eyes,
Head-locked by love and the lies it cries.
Because,
You have liked me for my own sake,
And for nothing else,
Set my feelings, top temperatures, to bake,
It's not good for my health,
About to break,
You have liked me for my own sake,
And for nothing else...
Can you justify falling for my puppy dog eyes?
This is all it is; you can smell my demise,
A hopeless heart, built to break,
I'm going to hell, for heaven's sake.
A touch of truth never hurt anyone,
Too much and this heart has fled; long gone,
But I think it's best we don't pretend,
Your love for me will never be equidistant to the love I send.
Because,
You have liked me for my own sake,
And for nothing else,
Set my feelings, top temperatures, to bake,
It's not good for my health,
About to break,
You have liked me for my own sake,
And for nothing else...
Stop pretending you like the way I look,
A cyanide staple in a upturned book,
A touch and you live to see what was took,
But to bite like a child and you're cremated. Cook.
Because,
You have liked me for my own sake,
And for nothing else,
Set my feelings, top temperatures, to bake,
It's not good for my health,
About to break,
You have liked me for my own sake,
And for nothing else...
I have succesfully broke the heart of a perfectly innocent "friend" for no reason other than pleasure. Should it feel this good? A hunger that has been fed. Now all I have to do is see if he's going to get angry or if he'll sit there pathetically depressed.
I can't wait to murmur the words into his ear tomorrow like the sly devil I am.
"Doesn't love hurt?"
Don't worry, I'll keep you updated. Tony has returned.
You Have Liked Me For My Own Sake (And For Nothing Else)
These eyes aren't what they were,
Gold-dust grows on the warm loving core,
My nature changes like beasts under a full moon,
With a lust for meat, to eat, and soon.
Don't deny your feelings for me,
Are born out of pity and jealousy,
Because I can see the boredom in your cyan eyes,
Head-locked by love and the lies it cries.
Because,
You have liked me for my own sake,
And for nothing else,
Set my feelings, top temperatures, to bake,
It's not good for my health,
About to break,
You have liked me for my own sake,
And for nothing else...
Can you justify falling for my puppy dog eyes?
This is all it is; you can smell my demise,
A hopeless heart, built to break,
I'm going to hell, for heaven's sake.
A touch of truth never hurt anyone,
Too much and this heart has fled; long gone,
But I think it's best we don't pretend,
Your love for me will never be equidistant to the love I send.
Because,
You have liked me for my own sake,
And for nothing else,
Set my feelings, top temperatures, to bake,
It's not good for my health,
About to break,
You have liked me for my own sake,
And for nothing else...
Stop pretending you like the way I look,
A cyanide staple in a upturned book,
A touch and you live to see what was took,
But to bite like a child and you're cremated. Cook.
Because,
You have liked me for my own sake,
And for nothing else,
Set my feelings, top temperatures, to bake,
It's not good for my health,
About to break,
You have liked me for my own sake,
And for nothing else...
Saturday 14 March 2009
I am insane.
I know it.
I'm sure there's at least a miniscule amount of mantal disability there.
This can get dangerous.
Very dangerous with a good level of intelligence.
Like me.
Right now I have plans, I have power. Immense power. I feel gleefully sour. My intentions are to bring two people together, as close as I possibly can, before stealing it away from them. I suggest you leave now if you're too insecure to hear me brag, because my thoughts are grim and I will to lose no friends due to a slight manic snag.
Mr. A. and Miss B. Let's call them that shall we? Well, what my intentions are, Is for them to be brought together. He likes her and she sort of likes him back, But where's the fun in allowing that? Online is the best time to strike, Or flirt and the suchlike. Like a sun you can look, But to touch is to cook. I am immune to love now, To turn the world around, To see reality as it should be, Love isn't real, it never could be, Yet it's always there, alowing metaphors to compare. Well here's a comparison for you; like the earlier described sun you see is true, but you can't touch it, Like love, you get to close and you turn to shit. So I'll let A and B get close enough to touch, Before Master C comes in to cuff, This love away. I've had my pain, yours is in the mail, Prepare to be mocked as you did me, I'll watch you smiling. Every day you get more frail.
Like a line the two sides should never meet, Straight lines remain incomplete.
Denying Reality
Let me sing a song,
Suggesting that superior seams need stitching,
Suggesting that superstition is missing,
Key components in this creative clone,
Reality built around us, to make us feel alone.
I am a dream,
A compact cluster,
Alone with hope,
This hatred must muster,
The world, created and kissed,
Kicked out the door. Instinct,
So beyond be it me,
To suggest reality doesn't exist.
I am allowed,
A glimmer of hope, contrasting with what I know,
Because what comes up must come down so,
Why is it a well known fact that someone cooked up,
Knowing full well that what goes down doesn't always come up.
I am a dream,
A compact cluster,
Alone with hope,
This hatred must muster,
The world, created and kissed,
Kicked out the door. Instinct,
So beyond be it me,
To suggest reality doesn't exist.
King of my own world,
My harbour, actually made of pearls,
Like speckled dreams I see,
That my reality belongs to me.
I am a dream,
A compact cluster,
Alone with hope,
This hatred must muster,
The world, created and kissed,
Kicked out the door. Instinct,
So beyond be it me,
To suggest reality doesn't exist.
I'm sure there's at least a miniscule amount of mantal disability there.
This can get dangerous.
Very dangerous with a good level of intelligence.
Like me.
Right now I have plans, I have power. Immense power. I feel gleefully sour. My intentions are to bring two people together, as close as I possibly can, before stealing it away from them. I suggest you leave now if you're too insecure to hear me brag, because my thoughts are grim and I will to lose no friends due to a slight manic snag.
Mr. A. and Miss B. Let's call them that shall we? Well, what my intentions are, Is for them to be brought together. He likes her and she sort of likes him back, But where's the fun in allowing that? Online is the best time to strike, Or flirt and the suchlike. Like a sun you can look, But to touch is to cook. I am immune to love now, To turn the world around, To see reality as it should be, Love isn't real, it never could be, Yet it's always there, alowing metaphors to compare. Well here's a comparison for you; like the earlier described sun you see is true, but you can't touch it, Like love, you get to close and you turn to shit. So I'll let A and B get close enough to touch, Before Master C comes in to cuff, This love away. I've had my pain, yours is in the mail, Prepare to be mocked as you did me, I'll watch you smiling. Every day you get more frail.
Like a line the two sides should never meet, Straight lines remain incomplete.
Denying Reality
Let me sing a song,
Suggesting that superior seams need stitching,
Suggesting that superstition is missing,
Key components in this creative clone,
Reality built around us, to make us feel alone.
I am a dream,
A compact cluster,
Alone with hope,
This hatred must muster,
The world, created and kissed,
Kicked out the door. Instinct,
So beyond be it me,
To suggest reality doesn't exist.
I am allowed,
A glimmer of hope, contrasting with what I know,
Because what comes up must come down so,
Why is it a well known fact that someone cooked up,
Knowing full well that what goes down doesn't always come up.
I am a dream,
A compact cluster,
Alone with hope,
This hatred must muster,
The world, created and kissed,
Kicked out the door. Instinct,
So beyond be it me,
To suggest reality doesn't exist.
King of my own world,
My harbour, actually made of pearls,
Like speckled dreams I see,
That my reality belongs to me.
I am a dream,
A compact cluster,
Alone with hope,
This hatred must muster,
The world, created and kissed,
Kicked out the door. Instinct,
So beyond be it me,
To suggest reality doesn't exist.
Sunday 8 March 2009
Okay, So it's been... forever?
Certainly a while, but life is boring, so yeah... Nothing to write. Though oddly, when I'm bored, one of the things I like to do is write. I wrote an entire albums worth of songs on the day that my gran had a stroke. She's okay now, so no worrying. :P It's just something to take my mind off of stuff. Here's the first one of them.
Save Us From Thinking
Am I a puppet master,
Setting up the strings?
Playboy marionette,
With a mind that does not swing,
Watch the status quo,
Continue like these glamour lights do,
Non-medicinal medication,
Is enough to save us from thinking.
Just consumed,
The music, The fame, The rock and roll,
Just stood, fused,
Mind dead ahead,
Refusing to stroll,
Just consumed,
The thrill, The glamour, The singing,
Just stood, fused,
It's about enough,
To save us from thinking.
Are you the one,
I am supposed to love?
Because when my head,
Is set centre-stage above,
I feel secure, perfection,
My heads not swinging,
I'm not allowed to fall out of line,
Because that would mean I'd be thinking.
Just consumed,
The music, The fame, The rock and roll,
Just stood, fused,
Mind dead ahead,
Refusing to stroll,
Just consumed,
The thrill, The glamour, The singing,
Just stood, fused,
It's about enough,
To save us from thinking.
Save us,
Oh save us,
Save us,
Oh save us from thinking.
Just consumed,
The music, The fame, The rock and roll,
Just stood, fused,
Mind dead ahead,
Refusing to stroll,
Just consumed,
The thrill, The glamour, The singing,
Just stood, fused,
It's about enough,
To save us from thinking.
Save Us From Thinking
Am I a puppet master,
Setting up the strings?
Playboy marionette,
With a mind that does not swing,
Watch the status quo,
Continue like these glamour lights do,
Non-medicinal medication,
Is enough to save us from thinking.
Just consumed,
The music, The fame, The rock and roll,
Just stood, fused,
Mind dead ahead,
Refusing to stroll,
Just consumed,
The thrill, The glamour, The singing,
Just stood, fused,
It's about enough,
To save us from thinking.
Are you the one,
I am supposed to love?
Because when my head,
Is set centre-stage above,
I feel secure, perfection,
My heads not swinging,
I'm not allowed to fall out of line,
Because that would mean I'd be thinking.
Just consumed,
The music, The fame, The rock and roll,
Just stood, fused,
Mind dead ahead,
Refusing to stroll,
Just consumed,
The thrill, The glamour, The singing,
Just stood, fused,
It's about enough,
To save us from thinking.
Save us,
Oh save us,
Save us,
Oh save us from thinking.
Just consumed,
The music, The fame, The rock and roll,
Just stood, fused,
Mind dead ahead,
Refusing to stroll,
Just consumed,
The thrill, The glamour, The singing,
Just stood, fused,
It's about enough,
To save us from thinking.
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