Entry Four.

So.
lets face it. I have fucking weird sleeping patterns, but i only had two hours sleep the previous day. So why am I not tired? It doesnt make any fucking sense. None.

I really want some lime juice. You know that familiar feeling of waking up after a night out. Eww. Oh tropicana. Smooth. Im quite glad I drank the 2litres of it in the space of 24hours. But then again that was over a week ago. And now I want more. It was the celebration drink. But, the last of it went into vodka.

Theres another topic. Alcohol. I think. Infact I know, I am fucking up my kidneys even more with that shite. But i keep going back for more. I still get that feeling, the one where your mind goes a little crazy and everythings great. Just like when I was 14 or 15. Am i still a child? Hmmm... Im sure some people would like a debate on that topic.

Ive had a really good idea for a series of paintings I want to do in oils. It sounds quite dark in ones head. Haha. Ach well. Fojick would be proud. God how I miss that mans inspirational words and knowledge. Also had quite a few ideas for some pictures. But. We'll see. Talking of pictures. ahah. How many did me and kerry take last nigth in good old PJ Malloys. 4135573 Roughly.
At one point I remember hiding round a door. Christ. silly me.

Another interesting thing, is Squizzard (CODENAME). After what he did lastnight.
R.E.S.P.E.C.T. , your right I was singing the song there. What a whang. I seriously do not think there is any sense in what he said at all. Maybe something was destracting his focus. perhaps a slight buzzing/ringing in his ears. well RIP Squizzlypops.

I might touch upon, mine and Kerrys fake argument via mysapce Bulletins aswell. That was funny. I knew at least one person would take interest. Anyhow. Im going to browse www.ratemypoo.com or www.hotornot.com Just for the banter.

Suck it.

Entry Three.

eeee.
i was in a fucking fantastic mood.
so obviously i couldnt just shut it and be happy.
I sat and thought about it. and now im not happy.
Neil. i hate you. you ruin everything.
but anyway. i just laughed writing that.
im not lonely. but there is something major missing.
anyone know??
bollocks.

Entry Two.

I prefer using Myspace Blog. But in this case. I feel this might be more appropriate.
Over the past few days, ive noticed something. Its strange to think about it. Yet again I find myself wanting too. I might talk about it later. Perhaps not.

Im quite glad, actually more than glad. To be we aware of my feelings towards Neil. It feels fucking fantastic, to know that people no longer think the sun shines from his arse. I can't even explain the relief and the sense of happiness coming from it. One day however, I know I will read back a this, and realise. Today was the day you learned. The day I learned to forget about those moments that have had such an impact. Forget the laughter, forget his mind, forget the times I felt at ease and close. Foregt the sex. Haha, I think we all know this will be interesting. But, if making the decision for happiness or sex is so difficult. What type of person am I?

God. Im vile.

On a lighter note. I have had reasons to smile this week. Not that I am willing to share all.
Im pissed off however, at my hair. I can not be bothered with it. Its fucking huge. Oh dear. at least Im not bald. Now let me tell you, that would be a sight. Dishy.

I want to blab on about why I am happy. But I really dont want to come across as an arsehole. God. I wish I wasn't bothered too mcuh by what others thought of me. :

Oh the cleverness.

Entry One.

I am not going to lie. I have just risen from the comfort of my bed. I had an enjoyable sleep. Only to be awoken by my grumbling stomach. Never good.

Something I am looking forward to is, Most Haunted Live - Day 3. Yvette, how you make my days pleasing. So I expect that I will be sat here till the early morning watching all the spooky happenings. Eating. Haha.

College work it vital at somepoint throughout this evening.

I wonder what to do first. Wake up Kerry. Most Haunted has begun.