Them Crooked Vultures. Rapidly becoming one of those bands I wished I went to see more of at Download. Regardless if Bullet were awesome.
Right, a few events in this weeks usual melancholy (I never know how to truly use that word)
Basically, Last week I got very, VERY drunk. Lots of jager, lots of Applesourz, depressing times were had. I have since quit boozing up. Which is always fun.
So apologies to anyone who had to listen to the dross I churned out last week in the forms of "99 problems" blame the alcohol.
Anyhoo, back to usual. In this weeks news, Kerry Katona has made an appearance as a star (and I use that term loosley) on Dancing on Ice. Which is ironic because she's been skating on thin ice for years !
I had a history exam the other day, and seriously debated labelling Joseph Stalins purges of Russia (which resulted in 20 million dead) as a "minor indiscretion"
I recieved another university offer in the form of Leeds Metropolitan University. Which has seriously made me think Leeds would be a great place to go to. Apart from the fact my hair is as curly as a sheep and I will be surrounded by a bunch of horny Yorkshiremen.
I gained another few followers on Tumblr, and because I will be publishing this on there (yes, I broke the rules, hunt me down and suck my dick) I have this small message to whoever may be reading this. RUN, RUN WHILE YOU CAN !!
In other worldwide news, Australia was hit by the worst floods in over a century. Ironic, seeing as every Australian was praying for rain during most of the current Ashes series (take that you convict bastards)
And David Cameron thought it would a good idea to come to the North East and promote the growth of the Private sector jobs (not many of which will be up here. Oh, and did I mention the public sector will be losing a lot of jobs too) Seriously "Dave" you're coming to the wrong place to preach about belt tightening, seeing as most people in town have their belts and pants around their ankles doing some local slapper against a wall. (It's my city, I'm allowed to call it)
Quick message to you Mackem Bastards out there - You couldn't even beat a depleted team that was assembled on a shoestring. How does it feel ??
I hope, a return to form was had by me this week. The world's looking up. Let's do this shit
CAW
Sunday, 16 January 2011
Saturday, 8 January 2011
99 problems
Blergh.
Not a real word. But by god it sums up my life right now.
At this moment in time, I can think of at least 4/5 serious problems, from a variety of backgrounds, all simultaneously being juggled around whilst I try to keep a smile on my fucking face.
Exams, friendship divisions, lack of sleep, college in general and of course the obvious one that doesn't really need explaining, least of all a little pokey 'ol blog.
I don't mean to sound so pathetic and bitchy, but I do.
2011 has already started where 2010 kicked off, with a mass of self loathing, a dollop of hatred, a sprinkling of heartbreak steadily roasted over the space of 5 weeks.
My wekeend blogs are usually ones of hatred and cynicism, and this one is no different, the only difference is that it's now aimed at myself. Ironic, that a mere 2 weeks ago I was laughing at another person suffering through the form of depression (regardless whether it was true or not) and for airing his dirty laundry in public.
Yet here I am, being a hypocritical cunt. Full of pettiness and anger. I feel screwed over, in every sense of the word.
To quote my tumblr. I will kill you all.
CAW
Not a real word. But by god it sums up my life right now.
At this moment in time, I can think of at least 4/5 serious problems, from a variety of backgrounds, all simultaneously being juggled around whilst I try to keep a smile on my fucking face.
Exams, friendship divisions, lack of sleep, college in general and of course the obvious one that doesn't really need explaining, least of all a little pokey 'ol blog.
I don't mean to sound so pathetic and bitchy, but I do.
2011 has already started where 2010 kicked off, with a mass of self loathing, a dollop of hatred, a sprinkling of heartbreak steadily roasted over the space of 5 weeks.
My wekeend blogs are usually ones of hatred and cynicism, and this one is no different, the only difference is that it's now aimed at myself. Ironic, that a mere 2 weeks ago I was laughing at another person suffering through the form of depression (regardless whether it was true or not) and for airing his dirty laundry in public.
Yet here I am, being a hypocritical cunt. Full of pettiness and anger. I feel screwed over, in every sense of the word.
To quote my tumblr. I will kill you all.
CAW
Wednesday, 5 January 2011
Growing On Me
The Darkness were undoubtedly one of my favourite bands of the last decade. I absolutely loved them. And now that I'm a bit older I can realise that a lot of their songs had alternate meanings
"I'm holding my own, give or take a tear or two" is about masturbation, after being broken up with
"You're really growing on me, or am I growing on you ?" A song (allegedly) about genital warts.
They were one of the few glam bands that I approved. Because they had a very odd selling point. Justin Hawkins had a rate good screech on him.
The blog title is somewhat relevant, and even more relevant now that "love is only a feeling" has came on (although I wont get sentimental now, that's not what my blogs are about)
It's relevant because of the fact that I've now realised that a few people are "growing on me" and that a few people are going the opposite way, due to circumstances outside my control.
It just reiterates the fact that if you fuck with my friends, I shall fuck with you. Several times worse.
Anyway, in the news this week a landlord is suspected of murdering his tennant (to be fair, the bitch should've kept up with her rent).
An area the size of Germany and France combined has flooded Australia (When first reading this I thought/hoped France had been flooded)
Australia lose in the cricket, and start complaining at the fact they haven't been kicking our arses for the first time in 25 years. Whinging convict bastards.
I hope this blog demonstrates the difficulty of writing when you have nothing to talk about, in the meantime, I'm away to Tesco for a cheese and tomato pizza, I've heard they're to die for.
Let's do this shit
CAW
"I'm holding my own, give or take a tear or two" is about masturbation, after being broken up with
"You're really growing on me, or am I growing on you ?" A song (allegedly) about genital warts.
They were one of the few glam bands that I approved. Because they had a very odd selling point. Justin Hawkins had a rate good screech on him.
The blog title is somewhat relevant, and even more relevant now that "love is only a feeling" has came on (although I wont get sentimental now, that's not what my blogs are about)
It's relevant because of the fact that I've now realised that a few people are "growing on me" and that a few people are going the opposite way, due to circumstances outside my control.
It just reiterates the fact that if you fuck with my friends, I shall fuck with you. Several times worse.
Anyway, in the news this week a landlord is suspected of murdering his tennant (to be fair, the bitch should've kept up with her rent).
An area the size of Germany and France combined has flooded Australia (When first reading this I thought/hoped France had been flooded)
Australia lose in the cricket, and start complaining at the fact they haven't been kicking our arses for the first time in 25 years. Whinging convict bastards.
I hope this blog demonstrates the difficulty of writing when you have nothing to talk about, in the meantime, I'm away to Tesco for a cheese and tomato pizza, I've heard they're to die for.
Let's do this shit
CAW
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