Had a hell of a weekend. Went round Joe's on saturday, was only supposed to be going for the day, ended up sleeping the night in a house in Essex with the 2 fittest girls on Earth. Woke up in the morning with a hangover, wearing lots of makeup, a necklace and a mini handbag. Heh.
I'm not a petrolhead, I'm a speed freak. Why can't you people tell the difference?
It's funny, you never really appreciate having good vision until you make freinds with someone who wears 4.5x glasses. The number doesn't mean much to most people, but she has to wear them too see across a 10ft room. Wow.
Ugh. I want to do something, but I don't know what. Something crazy. Something stupid. Like jump out of a plane from 50,000 feet type stupid. I think I'm just desperate for change. Not much happens round here.
Bloody hell it's cold. Snow tonight, said the forcaster. Wouldnt surprise me.
Went to Sainsbury's with some mates of mine after school, and I swear to anyone holy, that guy has it in for me. No sooner had I started thinking of ways to shoplift some lemonade, he was right behind me, saying "Please do not steal the products". Bastard. Not only have I never stolen anything from that place, but I never actually said anything about it, I just picked up the bottle!
Damn, he's good.
A mate of mine rang my phone which has been stolen, and someone with a strong Indian accent answered. Git.
GUITAR UPDATE: I'm still crap.
Okay. I'm done talking. See ya!
