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Tue, 28 Nov 2006 21:49:40 GMT

Wow. Evidently my old livejournal works again.

But meh. I've switched, and the other one is prettier.

If you're still reading this, add this:

theyoungblood is so much cooler.

It has been a while.

Tue, 07 Nov 2006 17:06:45 GMT

I think the reason I havn't written lately is I don't really like writing about feeling down in here. They always make me cringe in hindsight, as really there is nothing to be sad about. Everything has felt a bit stale recently. Something exciting needs to happen soon, I would like one of you to organise it for me, please.
My boredom at current events, coupled with my constant obsession at how I won't get into art school is making me quite a hateful person, however I feel my hatered is not completely unjust, as some people are just fucking stupid.
An example of stupidity; last night, as my drawing portfolio class, someone asked me, and everyone else in the room, if we liked drawing. There was then a big discussion about how oh yes, we all really liked drawing. I mean really WHAT THE FUCK?! what else would we be there for, THE FUCKING BANTER?  It was just such an idiotic conversation which these people insued just to see if they could ooze the most kiss ass to the tutor.

I am a horrible person. But, fucks sake.

So yes, these days, not feeling so positive, feel a bit like things are passing me by, really, all I can say is things are stale, and stressful, this seems contradictory, but it is true.  would like something new to happen, something lovely, as really, everything is so lovely, I would like to be reminded of this.

In other news, the weather has been lovely up untill recently;

Sun, 29 Oct 2006 18:44:38 GMT

Poor little livejournal, quite neglected these days. I have nothing to say for myself.

Today I went to Clydebank to buy boots.
I bought "Odyssey" by Fischerspooner,
"Clap your hands say yeah" by Clap your hands say yeah,
and no boots.

A wise decision.

Sat, 28 Oct 2006 22:17:41 GMT

Get off the internet and write your essay you big gay.

uch.uch.uch.

Mon, 23 Oct 2006 21:55:47 GMT

I am so sleepy. Mondays are difficult as it is, but I literally started at eight and havent sat down untill just there. Like, right there. When I sat down and ate some soup.
See. I got up, went to double art, went to french, went home for 20 minutes, ate lunch, came back, went to art for tlunch, stayed in art 5th period, went to adv.english, went home, drank a coffee, got changed, got the bus, got to town, went to primark, went to life drawing class, drew a pineapple, walked to the bus stop, stood for 25 minutes in the freezing cold, got the bus home, walked to my house, made myself some dinner. the end.
Woe is me.
wooooawooowowowowowowwooooooooooooooow

Fri, 20 Oct 2006 15:53:06 GMT

I really only want to drink coffee in coffee shops and eat the occasional muffin.

Tue, 17 Oct 2006 00:37:38 GMT

team: YER MAW! fucking own you.

Sun, 15 Oct 2006 14:52:51 GMT

Sometimes I just think;
"god, you know what my life really lacks? ..embarrassing and stupid photos of me and my pals.."

Today, all this changes!_{by the way, thereis a really cool wee button on the rich text format thing, which makes your writing all tiny and wierd like this. ^{you can also make is go up really high like this.}}

We are good children.

:(

Fri, 13 Oct 2006 12:10:40 GMT

Just been thinking about last night, I spent about ten minutes laughing at an egg. And said some quite embarassing things about people I would have sex with, which I have now decided are not true. I will never live them down.

I still thing eggs are funny though...
Is that normal?

Mustard.

Tue, 10 Oct 2006 15:34:10 GMT

Has anyone noticed the inexplicable rise of mustard?
(the colour, I mean)
This time last year, mustard was one of those colours you saw in Cancer Research and went "eeeew. Mustard. How disgusting..."
Nowadays its like topshop is nothing but mustard, we can't get enough, all we want is mustard, everyone wears mustard.

It's very very odd.

Thu, 05 Oct 2006 19:06:29 GMT

Life is very beautiful.
I think this is why people find life so awful and shit sometimes. We are used to such beauty that, when something happens that is not beautiful, or even, is simply just difficult for us, we go into shock, we can't take it, we cry or we sulk or we breakdown. Life is shit when we cannot handle the beauty that we need being just a little further away than we are used to.

I should be a priest. My sermons would kick ass.

Yaldie.

Mon, 02 Oct 2006 15:33:19 GMT

Outrage!

Today someone wrote on the Spinto Band poster which i donated to the common room!!! Outrage! They wrote;

"If you have acctually heard of this band, you are the only one."

Me and Calum were OUTRAGED! Well, accually, more like I was outraged, and Calum was sort of afraid to do anything but agree with me, so we posted a reply, or more of an edit, the poster now reads;

"If you have acctually heard of this band, you are the only one...with taste, why dont you stop listening to dragonforce and try something new you ignorant wank?"

We then considered stealing the darkness poster and holding it to ransom, I feel an appropriate demand for the return of the poster would be skittles, as I have not had skittles in a little while, and am quite partial to them. However, we had to go to english, and decided that justice for the day had been served with our sly wit. The kidnapping will be saved for another day, when we are more bored.

6th year, oh the banter.

Sun, 01 Oct 2006 11:32:24 GMT

Yesterday evening was rather beautiful I feel.
I have such a love for Peter, Bjorn and John. Or Lars, for that matter. I think they were truly wonderful, and it was a great set, particularly due to the incomprehensible swedish jokes. Sadly they did not play an encore, but I smiled lots.
I have also realised that my worst habit has become talking to random men at gigs. But its okay, because I have found Oonagh the love of her life I have decided.
After the band finished playing I was very excited, and accidentally spent £20 on merchendise. I bought Peter,Bjorn and John's album, which is pretty amazing, I am listening to it now. It is just lovely, and I think that counts for something. I also bought Oonagh a tshirt, a tshirt which caused much debate, but it's okay, because now I do not have to pay her back for my ticket. right? right?
Susie and Oonagh then went off to a party, and me and Calum went to Dinos and ate pizza, then we got the bus back and walked about milngavie for a wee bit determined not to go home.
Then it rained so we went home. But we had alot of nice chats meantime.

Tue, 26 Sep 2006 16:42:36 GMT

I'm slightly afraid of life. And time running away from me.

I blame the film industry for the unhappiness of the middle classes. As fairly intelligent peple who are highly exposed to the media, we are waiting for a point in our lives where everything makes sense, the climax of the movie, where all the confusion and uncertainty is wiped away and we realise what we are about, what this was about, what life was about, and we will smile knowingly, and all the shite we have been through will be worth it.
Everything will be tied together in a neat little package, and plots and sub plots will merge together, and we will powerfully walk off into the distance.

Mon, 18 Sep 2006 16:11:01 GMT

My Livejournal. I quite like my livejournal. It is nice to imagine that people might read about your life and get it. It is also nice because sometimes if you write in your lifejournal, you get it. In a way that I don't get when I write on paper, I think this is due to the "copy and paste" function livejournal has. I am pretty sure that is what it is.

I'm going to recap my life to myself to fill it up untill the present day.
I went back to school and it was rubbish. I do believe that I dislike the majority of people there, which is a sad thought, I would like to get along with the people who I will remember spending my schooldays with. But unfortunately they are rubbish. And they all like dragonforce. And dislikek the shins. And alot of the boys have an obsession with making alot of noise and standing on the furniture, this leads me to believe that they have small cocks.
That sounds like some kind of funny anecdote I have concocted, but no, that is my actual belief.
My friends are reaching new heights of fantasticness. For example, Susie has taking to shouting at emokids who are too noisy. Theres alot of noisy emokids out there, hopefully she will curb their spread in time. Oonagh has found many wonderful places to drink tea. Calum continues to be calum, and you wouldnt think providing sarky comments was important, but oh it is. It really is. He also took us to his brother craig's screamo-band's gig. This gig was at the cat house. and was so GAY it was amazing. We discoed. You understand that Craig has now quit the band, so it's okay for me to say these things. I'm mean, yet not that mean. Also, the bouncer made me breathe on her. I bet she enjoyed it. Afterwards, me and Susie hugged a shopkeeper.

I can't think of anything important to write about my life. I'm glad livejournal is back :) I'm off for a nap now.

Sun, 20 Aug 2006 14:37:08 GMT

I hate the end of summer, and I am fearful of the idea that next summer I will know where I'm going and what parts of myself I am taking with me. Sometimes the knowledge that I have No Idea Where I Am Going creeps up and gives me the shivers.
I feel like I wasted alot of time being sad this summer, but I also know that this was in fact one of the most eventful and fantastic summers I have had. I have travelled so much and seen so much, and I can honestly say that I have collectedsome of the best memories of my life in the last six weeks.
Like driving to the beach listening to feeder and singing like gays and eating ice cream.

& Getting lost in Barcelona
& Swimming on top of hills in Italy
& Watching parachuters
& Getting drunk in Elidhs house and breaking plates.
& Lying on bean bags talking about nothing in particular and listening to the radio
& Visiting callum at 11pm to do shots of poof drinks
& Being high in Kelvingrove museum
& falling asleep on Wilson in pubs
& Having fifteen people watching movies in my house at 6am
& Swimming in lochs
& Guiness, the cure for everything.
& Countryside pubs with old men
& Drinking Baileys in bed
& Galloping across the beach on horses.
& cycling for miles and miles and miles
& boat travels
& singing along to your friends rubbish songs
& forgetting to watch movies because you're too busy talking
& late trains home
& drinking italian liquor in my back garden
& lying in the sun
& whole days in your bikini
& curries with old friends
& walking home at 4am, then going back to the party at 8am

& even if my bum looks big, and we're not supermodels, this is perhaps the happiest photo I have ever seen;

Cause I'm gay. :)

I've decided that I'm going to write and post more letters, If you would like to be my pen friend - even if you seem me often - give me your adress.
And if you don't want to write me letters, you could always send me drugs in the post?
xx

Sat, 19 Aug 2006 22:17:28 GMT

You know how on myspace when people ask you to comment their picture, and they'll return your comment, I wonder what people get out of that.

I also wonder why i am in on my own and I didnt do my art homework sooner.

I will fail at life.

Sat, 19 Aug 2006 17:34:38 GMT

"I would tape up his mouth and use his cock for pleasure"

A quote by Oonagh Alexandera Brown, god bless her soul.

Sun, 13 Aug 2006 13:27:37 GMT

I have decided I need fake id.
Does anyone own a good fake id?
Because I MUST GO SEE PATRICK WOLF AT G2.

Yesterday, Me, Oonagh, Laura and Ross went for a curry. After a spot of shopping (Where I purchased a school skirt and possibly UNUSABLE gig tickets, woe is me) we headed up to charing cross to go to the curry house of Oonagh's dreams. Unfortunately we became somewhat blocked by an orange march, (who wore pink, oddly enough) so after being glared at for walking in the oppisite direction through the drunk followers (its okay, we glared back, these things make me very upset though) and running over roads to get passed them, we arrived at the curry place, we ate curry and drank cider and a good time was had by all. Then we went to Susie's, where I became very annoyed with Dj. It was a nice evening.

Orange walks confuse me. I have asked many times, but am still unsure about what they are marching for. Also, people in the marches always give me very mean looks, I wonder if I smell Catholic, or if they just don't like people not marching with them, or if they just have funny faces. I don't think they are about religion, I have decided they are just about mean people.

Fri, 11 Aug 2006 22:36:47 GMT

Awh Rubbish!

I got what I asked for but probably not what I needed.

But it was lovely anyways. :)
x

Fri, 11 Aug 2006 12:26:12 GMT

Question!!

Would you like to be my gentleman caller?

We could drink tea!

Tue, 08 Aug 2006 18:49:26 GMT

I hate being miserable. I mean, seriously, how do people keep this up?

Bleeeeeeehhhhhhhhh.

I should be happy, yet I am sad.

Tue, 08 Aug 2006 08:31:51 GMT

Well. What a crazy two days it has been.

Shall I begin with yesterday? Well. yesterday I got DUMPED! Or, to be more precise, I DUMPED MYSELF because stupid SIMON couldnt bring himself to say anything.. SO. yeah. that was rubbish. After that I got a little drunk, Then I got quite high, then we went to Kelvingrove museum. Then we got VERY drunk. I had, a pint of guinness, a baileys, a magners, a pint of fosters, and a vodka and irnbru, then I cried in partick station. (why do I always remember every drink I drink, even when I cannot remember what I have said or done?) So yeah, I cried in partick station, not even a little cry, a big cry, then I realised it was quite silly to cry in partick station, so I started laughing, so, I looked like a right freak. But acctually, it was a hillarious night, which I will remember for a long time. I hope Simon goes out with an ugly bam girl, who is stupid and has as bad sense in fashion as him.

TODAY I got FIVE As! I'm the best. You know. I really am. I am BETTER THAN UGLY EXBOYFRIEND WHO JUST ASKED ME IF I WOULD GO ON A WALK WITH HIM SO HE CAN EXPLAIN EVERY STUPID REASON HE DUMPED ME ON MY DAY OF BEING A GENIUS, WHY WOULD I WANT TO DO THAT? WHY?!?!?!

So in conclusion

Me = lovely pretty genius

simon = pig pooo.

Sun, 06 Aug 2006 16:44:04 GMT

I've stopped painting my picture because I have a sore shoulder.

Yesterday Susie introduced me to a man called Brian and he said he would pay me four pounds an hour to sit in his shop. The shop is to be called "Wild" which I think is a silly name, and it will sell expensive jeans and makeup. This is a very good piece of news. I don't start for a month, this means I can doss around and be lazy without thinking about how I really should be finding a job. Hurray!

My mum has just returned from being a travelling Minstrel a londres. She brought me mascara and eyeliner. I look like a big emokid. hurray!

xx

Fri, 04 Aug 2006 10:26:11 GMT

My life is a dark abyss spiraling downwards.....

NO, SILLY!

Life is quite nice acctually.

You know why? Beacause I'm chock full of caffine! Because I have Aberfeldy tickets pinned up on my wall! Because the sun surprised us all yesterday! Because I might be about to get the easiest job ever! Because there is nothing you can do about last term's exam results now! Because I have nice friends! Because I have a comfy bed! Because you can dye fairycakes any colour you damn well like, even pink, and the world is very big and you are very small, that makes you insignificant, and therefor free to have a nice time.

And that makes me feel pretty contented.
And so I don't know what to do about going to uni, and it's raining now, and I have to find somewhere to hang my laundry. But life is long and I am short and so I will fit in alot of things, alot more things than if I was six foot two.