I.O.U

Thursday I didn't have an awful lot to write about so I couldn't be bothered.

Today has been better, but I am too tired to write about it. So Dear Blog, I owe you one tomorrow.

I won't forget.

This is how my day went...

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stick a spoon into your heart and eat away all your deutch marks

Today has been a good day for me. Currently haven't seen any humans, saw a couple of cats that love to come into my garden and have been on the phone for about 3 hours. Going to see Molly in a bit (:

What have I achieved?

Well first I'd like to thank Sam Watkins for informing me of job working as a delivery driver. Yesterday I was expressing my deep interest in working as a driver, as I would earn money whilst doing something I love - Driving. Called them up, and they seemed desperate for someone! So I'm going there tomorrow to see if they like me. Fingers crossed.

Then I called Staffordshire University to explain to them that I had failed my foundation year at Ravensbourne due to lack of attendance. The course leader said that in order to reassure and allow them to confidently let me onto the degree course, I would need a reference from my tutor. So I emailed my tutor explaining the situation. Fingers crossed.

What the hell is wrong with the world today? I started it off ridiculously pessimistic, and now ending it with a smile feeling like a king. Also I was thinking today, seems surreal that exams season has started and for the first time in 5 years my mind is at ease not having to pick up a book and revise.

TUNE.

We can dance if you like. Who knows, I just might make a lack of conversation seem alright

Today I went to see Lightspeed Champion (thanks Sam). Considering I had never listened to them it was a really good gig. The lead singer from the support act, Kurran and the Wolfnotes had a brilliant moustache. I’ve never wanted to grow one until I had seen his. I know Sam desperately wants to grow one, so I feel bad that I actually can but don’t. We decided that we would have a ‘pubastache’ instead. Which is basically making a moustache from our pubic hair.

Since I’ve had my car, I rarely am faced with a situation with nothing to do and so my thoughts simply start to collect. Anyway on the walk back to my house after the gig I was looking at the stars. There is not a single doubt in mind that aliens or other life forms do not exist. There are just shit loads of stars, how can we be the only ones? I’ve always disagreed with ghosts’ existence. But if we have the power of thought, which is such a strong nothingness inside our brain, maybe something non-physical such as ghosts could exist? I find it weird that the air we breathe has the power to do something so simple as knock over a plastic cup, or something extravagant like bring down a hundred year old tree. Why is it that our mind can’t do such things? I don’t think we’re as superior as people make out.

We’d be fucked if there was an alien invasion. Actually I doubt they even care.

I DON'T UNDERSTAND BLOGGING.

So, this is my first ever blog.

Also my first ever post on a blog. But I guess that goes without saying. I don't really know what direction to delve into when posting on this. So i'll just get some of my thoughts off my chest and hopefully it'll read well.

Thursday I took my dear Aslan for a celebratory drive with Sam and Grant as it's coming to the end of it's car life, and besides I cannot afford to keep it running any longer. So this might be my last fill up of petrol. Anyway Grant had decided my car was perfect for being yobs and throwing fruit n veg at unexpected pedestrians. We ended up with a full tour of London as it happens. I egged Grant to throw a red onion at an innocent cyclist. Boy was that a mistake. This cyclist was ON IT and started to chase us through all the back streets. I don't think writing about will completely sum up how hilarious/ frightening the whole situation was. Boy was it worth it. I felt like a getaway driver - New aspiration I think so.

So that was probably the most interesting event that happened this week.

Anyway I've got this opinion that rape victims should rape the rapists. I'm going to generalise and say that most victims are going to be women. Here are some dildo varieties that would deter rapists from raping again when getting raped back:

• Cheese Grated Dildo
• Sand Paper Dildo
• Cactus Dildo
• Charcoal Dildo
• Bark Dildo
• Coral Dildo

I wasn't sure if this was the appropriate thing to post on a blog? I was inspired by "The Girl With The Dragon Tattoo". Epic film, still yet to read the book. So badly WISH I was still studying Product Design at A-Levels, one of those dildos would get made.

Last thing. I've been listening to a lot of Eminem recently, he was so much better before he went into rehab. I'm not condemning drugs but he used to sound so much more unhinged on older songs. There's a brilliant line in "Crack a Bottle" off his new album.

i'm the napalm, the bomb, the don, i'm king kong.