AIN'T NO PARTY

I just ordered this:


Excited.

Telling Lies.

So I'm back into the swing of things with Uni and such. Still no job. Still left without a girlfriend. Damn it, one of my favourite songs is hard to listen to because it's depressing me. I still want to listen to it though.
I got half of my results back so far, 2.1s all round, wahey. I need to start writing more, and not this blog. Writing stories. I really like doing it yet I never do it enough. I started on an idea I had for a story ages ago and never kept going with it.

I was hanging out with my cousin last week, and I asked her about her friend that I kissed a while back. I said that I liked her, but apparently she wouldn't really say much to my cousin. Embarrassed, maybe. But anyway she said she'd try to sort something out, whatever that means. I was lurking her Facebook a bit (don't judge me, you cunts) and she's actually one of the prettiest girls I've ever seen. I seriously want to link her profile because everyone needs to see how pretty she is, but that would be fucked up. I hope I see her again.

Ya know what I don't get? The deal with Latterman. Don't get me wrong, I like them and all, but I don't understand how some people see them as like, the most amazingly perfect punk rock band that ever existed. Sometimes they can be a little dull. I dunno. There are so many other amazing bands. Fireworks, for example. Incredible stuff. And indeed Daggermouth.
Also a lot of the bands associated with them are super dull as well. Shorebirds are not that great.
Different strokes, I guess.

Later, dweebs.

Valentine's Shmalentine's

As regular readers of this excuse for a blog will know, I fucking hate being single. So I reeeeeeeeeally hate Valentine's day when I'm single. Especially when a month ago I thought I might be spending it with someone. Mehhhhhhh.
I'm going out tonight, and I'm gonna get fucked up and kiss everyone.

Photoshop

Is awesome. I love taking pictures and doing mad stuff with them. Check this bad boy out:

That's a panoramic view of my kitchen that I made blendind 13 images together. I rule.

You Don't Win Friends With Salad

I recently starting eating meat again after two years of being a vegetarian. I started again because I couldn't really remember why I stopped in the first place. I was never very militant about it, like I wouldn't go to animal rights protests or give out to people for eating meat. I did feel that it was immoral to eat meat though. Propagandhi put it best when they said 'Life's too short to make others shorter'. It's a nice idea.
But I can see good arguments from both sides of the butcher's blade. Ok, an animals life has been ended for our sustenance, but if that doesn't bother you then don't force yourself to be bothered just because your favourite bands don't agree with it. I think that's what I did. A lot of the people that I know are vegetarian/vegans and a lot of it had to do with their influence, and it's interesting to note that since I haven't been around them much at all since moving to London I've started eating meat again.
Maybe I'm just too easily swayed. Another nice idea (albeit one from a complete nutcase) was that the problem with most people eating meat is that they don't understand what is called 'the predator/prey relationship'. You should be thankful towards the animal you are eating because it's life has ended just so you can have a fuckin Big Mac, and not take it for granted.
It's all very complicated when you think about it. And when you do think about it, there are all sorts of reasons why you should or shouldn't eat meat, but I don't agree with that 'should/shouldn't'. No one can tell me what I should or should not do. You can give your reasons why you do or don't do something but please don't believe that everone should follow suit.

At the end of the day, just do what makes you happy. Don't feel pressured into feeling guilty because of what you eat. If it doesn't bother you then that's fine and no one can give out to you for it.

/preach

Time To Get Posi

And not in a silly Disko Traitor way. Plan for the next month is to get a job, hang out with my new friends more and just try to keep my head above the water. I have to stop letting myself get so down all the time over stupid things that won't have any sort of influence over me in a few weeks time. So me and Lucy didn't work out. Who cares? There's 8 million people in London, and that's a lot of fresh fish. I'm gonna be a fuckin grizzly and just yank the fuckers right out of the water. Lock up your underage daughters.

Fame

I've have always thought that being famous would fucking rule. Especially I'd love to be famous in the UK. There's something about fame and the UK that I've always loved. It's probably just some superficial media driven image that being famous in a city like London is the best thing ever, but I really would love it. It might have something to do with my insecurity; I feel unappreciated a lot.
I hate to sound really shallow but the idea of people I don't know thinking I'm cool really appeals to me. Unfortunately the only ways to get famous in music these days is to play shitty mainstream indie bollocks. I don't think melodic hardcore is going to get me invited to VIP parties, but I'd never give it up.
Other than there's movies or TV or something, and I wouldn't mind that at all. I'd say it's impossible to get into though.

Nick Swardson

Get this album. I'm laughing so hard.

Thank Fuck For February

I officially hate January. I'm glad to see the despicable arse of it.

I need a rebound. Fuck.