To the guy on the bus who sent me home stinking of weed...
Thanks, combined with the dirty water that got splashed in my face waiting for said bus which gave me really red eyes, the smell once again prompted "the drugs talk" from my parents. Thanks for the awkwardness.
To the guy who called me a poofter for wearing a scarf...
It was -3C outside. I'm more of a man that you because that reserve of body heat stopped my testicles COMPLETELY receding into my body. Just sayin'.
To certain people in my life who vastly overestimate their skills...
Get real. This band we've had for 3 weeks has not gathered a cult following, are about to record an album, go on tour with Lamb of God or anything else that you've put on the Facebook fan page. I joined to get out the house and have a go on some real drums, not to bullshit people into thinking we have a photoshoot and interview with Kerrang magazine.
To people who build ridiculously high curbs in my city...
Stop it. It's annoying and ruins wheels.
To Ke$ha...
The Cannibal EP is awful, apart from 2 songs. Very disappointed young lady. Grow A Pear and Cannibal are gold, but the rest are disappointing.
Anyway, it turns out I can't count. I had a chemistry mock exam and according to Rawklogic, a 6 carbon chain is pentane. Who'da thunk it? Not looking forward to the results.
I also spent Friday and Saturday night doing what every 18 year old male does. You got it, playing Rock Band 3 with my mum and brother... Drinking with real life friends? Nah, don't bother. Harmonies on "I Can See For Miles" with your mother is where the cool kids are at.
And yeah, snow? That happened last night. How nice and pretty? NO. Just fucking annoying. Get real.
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