Against a blue sky, almost anything looks cinematic.

I think you can interpret a picture like this one of two ways. The road to nowhere or the road success. Unfortunately, I guess both have to end somewhere.

I think my opinion of the picture will all depend on whether I get my uni grades, although at the moment, I'm definately on the happy one, I want for nothing, have a brilliant girlfriend and a well paid job. What more could i ask for?

ANYWAY.

I'm pretty pleased with myself for sticking with this so far, and yes, i realise this is only the third day, but hell, its longer than any other diary or frequent update project I've stuck to in a long time. I've been reading a lot of other peoples blogs, to try and see whats most interesting to read, to then see what i should try to tailor mine to be to be interesting and keep peoples attention. All in all, I think the least interesting ones are the ones that provide a social commentary on the news or music or whatever that are really forced, like, writing about popular things to appeal to people, if that makes sense. The most interesting ones are the ones you can tell are just written by people to please themselves. These are usually the ones that talk about their own personal lives or spins on the world, but i suppose everyones likes and dislikes are different, so i could be one of the few who feel this way, but meh, if I don't enjoy writing about something not only is it a waste of time being fake, but I know I won't stick to it.

In short, I think I'll stick to my own innane drivel over what other people talk about, if that's alright with you? Good.

There's a new Lonely Island album coming out, this is very exciting. Their first was stuck to me for the best part of a year. And yes, I did just say the album with Jizz in my pants stuck to me. For the best part of a year. We were playing it in Dave's car yesterday, boombox sounds great in a car. As does Like a Boss, for obvious reasons.

Apart from that, I've got little else to say, apart from why I have little else to say. It was Sam's eighteenth party last night and I think everyone who went is suffering today. I am, and that's why i have little else to say. heh.
BUT. It was a great party, and i was privee to many awful sights and events around me, I think myself and Lauren were the only ones not being permiscuous. Kudos to us! Not a night to be forgotten for a long time. Except for all those who really can't remember a thing from it. the poor bastards.

We are all Caterpillars who don't know we can turn into Butterflies.