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.