+1 in the negatives of going back to school.
And my shoulder has just suddenly become incredibly painful, I hope the paracetemol kicks in soon.
I desperately need a haircut, colour and a hug.
Not neccessarily in that order.
♥: In pain.
♪: Savage Garden – To The Moon And Back
5 days until I go back to Sixth Form. Fuck.
I can’t afford to buy any clothes to at least attempt to look nice for the first day back. Fuck fuck.
Another year spent with the chavs, plus NEW chavs. Fuck fuck FUCK.
I’m not ready to go back, not in the slightest.
I guess it’s because the past 2 years I’ve had 3 months off, and this year I’ve only had a month and a half, and it’s gone by in the blink of an eye. There’s certain aspects I’ll like about going back; I’ll be kept busy, I’ll get to see (whats left of) my friends, the oppourtunity to make new ones, and I’ll be back studying photography, and believe me, I’ll be back studying with a vengeance. Usually I’m the most uncertain person when it comes to my photography, but *I* think I’ve improved drastically over the holidays, and anyone who disagrees, to be frank, is either A) completely retarded in understanding any form of photography, B) a dickhead.
However, these also many negative aspects to going back, such as ICT (in general), sucky teachers, probably the shittiest timetable known to man, the fact I probably won’t have Mr Theobald as my photography teacher this year which means I have to either re-aquaint myself with Miss Stratford, or get to know a brand new teacher, neither of which seem appealing, as it’s taken me until now to really get to know Mr T enough to express my ideas to him without worrying what he’d think, etc. There’s also the fact that almost ALL of my friends have left now for uni, and while a few of them will still be here, they won’t be THERE, and most importantly of all… I have until December to decide whether to persue Uni, and 9 months to decide what the hell I want to do after I leave. Ugh. It makes me feel queasy just thinking about it. Shitty fuck bollocks.
 In another news, I’m meeting up with Emma for a couple of drinks tomorrow and then we’re going to have an “American night in”, consisting of junk food, girly chat and movies. Emma’s moving to Preston mid-September for University, and of all those leaving, I’m going to miss her the most. Still, she’ll be here during vacations and I can always go and visit her (which provides as a holiday for me too) so it’s not the end of the world.
I’ve just managed to successfully bum myself out. Luckily Mock the Week is on in half an hour.
♥: Tired and/or bummed.
♪: RAZED IN BLACK – Oh My Goth! (DJ R<i>B Trance Remix -ext)
I realise this is infact, irrelevent to, well, anything. But I have got my Sam Robertson pout dowwwwnnn to a fine art, homies. Ignore the fact that my mouth is indeed lopsided, just look at the pout. Look.At.That.Pout. I’d like to see you try and imitate that in the mirror, Chi.
 Anyway. That’s not why I made an entry.
I just visited my friend Paula’s LiveJournal, and one of her entries was recapping her summer, how much fun it’s been, etc etc. And it got me thinking about my own summer; and it really has been the best summer of my life. Granted, yes, it’s been a lot shorter, going from three months to a month and a half isn’t exactly a bed of roses, but what’s not to like?
There’s been alcohol, theres been macking, theres been friends; old and new; local and from other countries, theres been Dir en grey; one of the most amazing and emotional nights of my life, theres been singing and dancing, theres been sitting outside until 1:30AM waiting for a taxi with a guy I’d only just met whilst he told me the best way to drink absynthe, there’s been London, theres been getting lost on the tube, theres been getting yer techno out, theres been going to bed late and waking up late, theres been parades, theres been photography, theres been….. summer.
I can’t fit my summer into a text box, and yes, a lot of the time I have just been gawping at this damned PC screen, but you know what? It was the tits. I complain about summer every single year, but hey, maybe it’s not so bad after all. And the best part? I’ve got 2 weeks left.
I got an email from Butty today, he’s organising the last pub crawl with the gang before we all go our seperate ways, and it’s strange to think that a lot of them I won’t see again, I mean, I’m not too upset about it, the ones I’d miss most are still staying in Norwich, and those that are moving away I can see when they come back to visit Norwich, or go and visit them, it’s just the shock, that we’re 17/18/19, and some of my friends are moving to the other side of the country, some of my friends are moving in with their boyfriends, hell, some of my friends are getting MARRIED. And me? Well, I’m still at home, at school, unsure what I want to do with the rest of my life. But that’s a story for another day, I guess.
Also, in my last entry. Remeber how I hoped my grades were as good as I told everyone they would be? They weren’t. I got a B in photography. I should be happy with it, I’m not. I’ve stopped feeling sorry for myself though; I was pacified by a present from Paul. I just have to remember it’s about “talent” and experience. Not grades.
♥: Reflective.
♪: Schwarz Stein – Emergence of Silence
I’ve just watched Team America and Rush Hour 2 back to back.
I forgot;
a) How funny Chris Tucker is.
b) How retarded Matt Damon is.
I get my AS results in 2 days time. I hope they’re as good as I’ve been telling everybody they are.
♥: Amused
♪: Blam Honey – DEEP HOLE
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…Moving on;
Kaya is stupidly beautiful. I mean, beyond words beautiful. The best comment people has ever given me in the past is that I look a little like Kaya. A few people have said this in the past, and they have no idea how much that means to me. I’d sell a kidney to look like him.
Dir en grey still feels like a dream to me, and I think it always will.
♥: No good…
♪: Dir en grey – audience KILLER LOOP.
I threw a miniature party last night. I had very little to drink, but since my birthday, I’ve been unable to drink high amounts of alcohol without being as pissed as a rat. Last night was no different.
To summarise my night, I have one word, and one word only:
Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaayyyyyyyyyyyyyyy.
But no, really. It was an… interesting night. Albeit a very nice night indeed.
♥: Waaaaaayyyy!!
♪: Kaya – 繚乱
So, I went to see Dir en grey last night, as their first time playing in the UK, and what can I say?
….They were absolutely fan-fucking-tastic.
It was hot, it was sweaty, it was agressive, it was no-cameras-allowed, it was dog-eat-dog, it was emotional, and even at times, it was spiritual to the point that it gave you goosebumps and chills going down your spine. Since their release of THE MARROW OF A BONE, and their favouritism towards America, I fell out of love with diru. But seeing them there, on that stage, in front of my very eyes, made all the feelings I once had for them come rushing back, and I remembered just exactly what it was I loved about them. I also remembered why I loved Die; he’s godamn hot, ahaha.
A proper report will be posted as soon as my website is fixed.
♥: Still in shock.
♪: Dir en grey – G.D.S