Remember in the entry feat. Sam Robertson, I mentioned my severe disatisfaction with Radio Broadland and/or Madness for not winning those tickets?
Well, my uncle came to visit us last night, and he said he heard my name mentioned on radio. Turns out, if I’d have called in and claimed them, they would have been mine.
One word:
ARGH.
…Next year Suggs….
Next year…
♥: ARGH.
♪: Arsenium – Professional Heartbreakers
Remember how I said I was inspired?
Well… I lied.
Well to be fair, I am inspired, just not enough to do anything about it. I feel constantly disatisfied with anything I do (or don’t), whether it be physically, or mentally, I just feel awkward within myself, as if theres no longer a place for me, and I constantly finding myself wishing things were different. I’ve felt this way for a few months, but I can’t put my finger on what’s making me feel this way, so I can’t work on making things okay again. Hopefully it’s something I can “grow” out of. Or perhaps I should be talking to somebody about this, as opposed to a web-based journal that nobody reads.
Scottish Paul has gone on holiday for a little while, and this means I’m left with nobody to talk to, luls. I’ve managed to royally piss off the majority of my MSN list without really putting any real effort in. To be fair, it’s not my fault if people get offended by an 80’s non-offensive term for somebody with an attitude, or the fact I don’t like hypocrites who can’t accept they’re wrong, and then spend days, weeks, licking their wounds over it, or the fact they’re unable to hold any form of conversation.
But anyhow, I shan’t be mardy, it’s Dir en grey in a week, and to say I’m looking forward to it would actually be… a total lie, luls. In my current state of awkwardness, I’d much rather hide away from the world, rather than meet and take photos of people from all corners of it. However; I’ll still be going, and I really should make that list of directions for Nana and actually introduce Kayleigh to Dir en grey’s music, but I think I’ll have a cup of coffee and watch the Gilmore Girls instead.
♥: You’ve got to be kidding me.
♪: Das Ich - Sehnsucht.
I will stop going to bed late and waking up late. I will stop going to bed late and waking up late. I will stop going to bed late and waking up late. I will stop going to bed late and waking up late. I will stop going to bed late and waking up late. I will stop going to bed late and waking up late. I will stop going to bed late and waking up late. I will stop going to bed late and waking up late.
I rediscovered my infatuation with Sam Robertson (right) again.
I actually find it kind of fascinating, that I can have crushes, celebrity or non, and no matter what I’ll always end up back where I started, stupidly attracted to him. I wonder if it’s a subconscious raison d’etre? XD One can dream~
 I’m sure I had something of substance to talk about, but when it comes to actually write an entry, I fail considerably. It probably doesn’t also help that I’m being side tracked by the picture I’m seeing to the right of this entry, but also because I’m currently speaking to Ashleigh on MSN, who’s given me a fantastic idea, which I don’t think I’m going to share here, but let’s just say I’m inspired. 
Dan Balan of O-Zone fame has just released a song, “Crazy Loop”, as an alter ego to his current rock-star self. As a fan of him already, what can I say? This song is like crack. I love how he’s just able to joke about himself and bring out a srsly catchy track like this. I haven’t taken it off repeat since I heard it yesterday afternoon. How worrying. D:
Judging by the fact that the Madness gig is happening right now, and I’m not there, I’d say it’s safe to assume I didn’t win those tickets to see them live. I will be having words with Suggs next year… *shakes fist*
 ♥: Inspired.
♪: Dan Balan – Crazy Loop
I’m freeeeeeeeee, free as the wind blooowwwwwssss, free as the grass growwwwwwwwsss♪
 …AKA, If the picture wasn’t a big enough give away, I’ve done with sixth form for a few weeks. Free to be as anti-social as I like, free to watch as much TV as humanly possible, free to do some agressive Sims 2 playing, free to enjoy life. ♥
Well.
I still have my work journal to do, but I actually *enjoy* doing my work journal, so that’s half the battle won, and prevents me from whinging I’m bored half-way into week 2.
So how did I spend my last day at glorious Hewett?
….Picking staples out of the Art Department’s walls, so that they can be decorated over summer. DO.NOT.WANT. I also found out, that the database assignment, I forgot about and did in 24 hours (I even impressed myself with that one) didn’t have to be in until after the summer. 
GIVE ME MY 24 HOURS BACK. But no, I’m glad it’s done. Means I’m freeeeee (as the wind blooooowssss) of all ICT based work for the summer. Except for my site, which I should actually re-instate, so this blog can actually get some readers, and Industrial Gender Unit, which is begging for an update really. :/
Right, I’m going to celebrate my freeeeee (as the grass growwwwwsss) – dom, by doing some aggressive Sims 2 playing.
♥: FREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.
♪: Dir en grey – 予感
For the first time in years, I decided I wanted a nap.
Clearly, in this house, it is not possible. In the space of half an hour, the phone rang 3 times. Various people came in and out of the living room, and trying to fall asleep with the TV on is nigh-on impossible. So I decided to go into my room and sleep, which was probably the most logical. And I did nap, for about half an hour, before my dad comes in and decides to play music on a PC that he was fixing for a family friend. Not being one to be woken up without need, PAPA B feels my wrath of hearing me roar “I’M TRYING TO NAP”. This caught him by surprise, as he apparently hadn’t even realised that I was in the room.
Considering that my bed is the first thing you see when you enter my room, and a black figure against an almost entirely cream decore means I’m not that hard to miss. Which leads me to believe that either;
a) I’ve suddenly become waif-like, or
b) My dad is as blind as a bat.
I’m going with the latter.
♥: In pain.
♪: ë™ë°©ì‹ 기 – “O”-æ£.å.åˆ.
Well, it turns out that it wasn’t just one wasp nest, not two…. but three.
THREE.
As somebody with a chronic phobia of wasps; I didn’t take this too well. However, the wasps are now gone, and I can now sleep at night without perpetual fear of one of them coming into my room at night (which has happened), or hearing them buzz meanicingly at me while I fall asleep (which, also, has happened.).
Yesterday, I applied for a photo pass for Dir en grey, but sadly about half an hour ago, Nicky got in touch with me saying that it wasn’t possible, presumably because I’m not photographing through a label or company, whick sucks. Still, I was offered a place as the Dir en grey Street Team UK photographer, which I’m more than happy to accept, and is an absolutely fantastic consolation prize. I can’t wait to get there and photograph all the action now. 
It has made me decide, however, not to even bother applying for a photo pass for Madness; the chances of me getting one are slim to none, and slim just left town. Here’s hoping I’ll win the tickets to see them instead.
I find it insanely cool that Kaya uses the same blog-thingy as me to update Rose Addict.
♥: Excited.
♪: Kaya – Rose jail
Y helo thar. Welcome to the new blog, that people can actually comment on, but can’t actually view on slave-riot. \:D/ I guess I will be posting here most of all, since anyone can comment, it’s public, etc. If only I knew how to code layouts for this…
Anyway. I have nothing to say, except for the fact there is a WASPS NEST ABOVE MY ROOM, AND NOBODY IS REMOVING IT UNTIL MONDAY. Aces. 
♥: Tired.
♪: Közi – 幻夢