My, it has been a while.

Well folks, I'm back! I should post more blog entries really. It's quite theraputic, moaning to the internet.
Even though he doesn't listen.
I moan on here simply because I don't like to moan over fb ('facebook' for the less text-language savvy), which is the other main way of getting my feelings across to the internet.
I reckon the internet would be a he, it has all the power and porn a bloke might possess.

But I digress.

So, University. The big, scary, phenomenon that seems a million miles away at school, but hits you like a ton of bricks at college.
I've applied to Warwick Uni, Notts Uni, Leeds Uni, Chester Uni, and Notts Trent.
Let me tell you, I do NOT want to go to Notts Trent.
But I would sell my left buttock for a place in Warwick. I fell in love with everything about it.
I will cry myself to sleep if they reject me.
And I never cry.
So I will be blaming them for my depression.
I live in hope however, that I'll get through to the interview stage and be able to wow them with my silver tongue and razor-sharp wit.

Good luck McDonald, you're gonna need it.

Onto Christmas 2009.
It was pretty good actually. I got me some decent pressies, half a library being one of them. I also recieved money to continue my driving lessons. I don't think I've told you I started learning to drive.
Well, I have.
And it's FUN.
Except for the time I nearly killed my folks by crashing into some unsuspecting guy's house.
Good thing I'm a dab hand at emergency stops, eh?

That'll do fer now I think.

I leave in the hope you've all had a verry merry christmas, my dears, and will proceed to have a smashing New Year.

Lovelovelove

Peacepeacepeace

xxx

Hello, my name is Jess and I haven't had a drink in about two minutes.

I actually fucking hate my tv. It won't play my Eddie Izzard video, and I am in the mood for it.

This may have something to do with the fact that modern day gadgetry doesn't recognise VHS and have nothing to do with the tv, but its the closest thing to me, and I'm going to blame it.


*blame*



Anyway, onto more pressing matters. This blog story I promised you? Not gonna happen, dear readers. I am currently working on another project. One which will blow your minds! If it ever gets published. If it ever gets finished.
My muse appears to have gone on a holiday. My imagination drank far too much and is now asleep in the corner. He's going to have one bastard of a hangover in the morning. My ideas are lounging about, lazy gits that they are, completely bored that they aren't being put to good use.
Therefore, nothing is currently happening with said project.
But that which has been written is rather good.
Not to blow my own trumpet or anything.
TOOT.

So, what's been goin' down on my side of town in the past few months?
Well.
I figured out I have been to someone's house/tent drinking every weekend for the past month. Which means I have a social life. I am POPULAR. In a fashion.
But I'm pretty sure that's bad. It makes me feel as though I am on the verge of alcoholism. I sincerely hope not. I never used to go out this much.
Saying that, I have had a severe lack of hangovers. Yay for me.

Oh. I appear to be meandering into pessimism.
Sod it.
Live life to the full.
I certainly do.
After all, you only get one. Why waste it with worry?

My, that sounds almost philisophical.
Until next time, my darlings.

I think some love for you all today. Peace?
She's buggered off to the pub.

xxx

We're heading for Venus. And still we stand tall. Cos maybe they've seen us. And welcome us all.

I am not in the mood for writing tonight.

So I am probably about to spew bollocks from my ever moving mouth.

Well, type bollocks from my ever moving fingers, dashing across the keyboard with the speed of a striking slug.

I don't feel like blogging, but neither do I feel like revision, or

*gasp*

Spider Solitaire.

Perhaps the most addictive card game invented in the whole history of the universe, nay, of TIME. It really is my favourite thing to do on the computer. I could sit there for hours, attempting to complete the game in less moves than I did last time.

117 moves.

That's what I want need to beat.

I suppose I could surf the internet for dodgy porn sites or rubbish games.

Nah.

Talk about the effort.

I feel so...listless, I think is the most apt word. Maybe I ought to go back to the gym. Eat healthily again.

Maybe eat a bowl of Crunchy Nut, that always lifts one's spirits.

No Jess, revise. You NEED to pass English, or you may take a gun to your head.

Kidding dear readers!

Do not worry, I wouldn't dream of killing myself.

I'd be far too scared.

Ok, I'm off to attempt some revision, but leave you with this final thought...

IT'S THE FINAL COUNTDOWN!

DUH DUH DUH DUUUUH, DUH DUH DUH DUH DUUUUUH.

Sorry.

Moment of madness over, folks.

Peace and love.

xxx

Musings of the day.

Since when has music work ever included essays?!?!

It should be kept to just playing and reading music, not writing 500 friggin' essays on the stylistic features of the piece that make it a typical romantic composition.
Who the fuck cares?
I certainly don't.

*sighs*

The life of a teenager is unexplicably hard. You wouldn't think it, but it is. All we want to do is laze about, or go out and party, but if we want to get anywhere in life we have to work.



I've thought about writing a long running blog story, maybe updating it every week.
Then it doesn't seem as daunting as writing a book. Which one day, I might will write.

But tune in next time for that folks ^___^



Ah, look at the sun. I want to go and bask in it's warmth.

Peace. No love today.
xxx

Everything and Nothing.

Right.
Here we go.
My first tenative steps into bloggingdom.

Apparantly I can just type bollocks until my fingers wear down into stubbs. Not that they aren't stubby enough already, mind you. A slight hinderance for a bassist, having short fingers, but hey ho. You get what you're given.

It's been a pretty uneventful day. Weeeell, I went to Pizza Hut, and managed not to spill my chicken-in-sauce into the pizza. Mostly because I didn't have any chicken-in-sauce with which I could spill. But at least it wasn't a repeat of my clumsy escapades in Red Hot Buffet. I'm pretty sure that RHB have me on a blacklist. Let's not go there again, eh folks?

Hah. I don't know how many of you like Harry Potter, but my little brother invented his answer to Hogwarts in my uncle's garage : Cornfields.
I think for a five year old, that's quite imaginative. Perhaps I'm being slightly biased. Well, what you gonna do? Nothing. That's what.
He practises the art of magic there and everything. And he has a sorting hat.

I think I have an idea where my trilby disappeared to.


Much peace and love
xxx