I've eaten 6 iced finger buns in two days. I think i have a problem. Unfortunately, this hunger won't subside until i reach those greatest of heights, the raspberry jam filled iced finger bun. Until that great day, i shall yearn. Yearn for the sugary treat that just keeps on giving.
My possible asylum application aside, every thing's going really well at the moment, thanks for asking! Summer's charging up on us in what seems like an all too quick turn around, I'm almost certain the years are getting shorter. But then I'm filling them with far more exciting and brilliant things, so who am i to complain? i shouldn't and i shan't. But everything really is going much faster, i mean, the way in which friends come and go, to be fair, all the friends i don't have anymore i have no regrets about, bar Damian, but i didn't lose him as much as not get to see him these days as much as i want to. So yeah, conscience wise? All good, no one lost that wasn't worth losing, like. I need to stop meandering. But my point holds true, like a rolling stone, my life's really picking up speed now, and for what its worth, i think I'm doing a pretty good job of not falling over, down the hill, cracking my skull open and dying. Amidst a bloody puddle with whatever supreme deity you happen to believe in relieving a full bladder onto my face.
I think the fact that I have taken part in one, have watched one, and am about to be present at another year eleven leavers day is what gets me the most. It seems so recently that i was stood there about to go up on stage to everyone going mad at us playing in our final assembly, everything that's happened since then seems mere days, yet nearly another life. You dig? Perhaps not, but I think you can see what I'm getting at. I think this all might be another reason I've started this blog actually. A note in time that I can look back to whenever and document it. Proof I was here, doing things. Not letting life swoop past me before I know where I am.
All those words and I haven't really resolved anything in my head, just let you know its a little bit....nostalgic? At the moment, if you can call it that. Also, recent days have made very re leaved of who i am. that is to say, I have a faithful lovely trustworthy beautiful clever funny girlfriend, who I'd do absolutely anything for, an income that supports my indulgent playboy lifestyle (heh.) loving parents and no real pressure to do well. By which I mean, they would be disappointed in me if I didn't achieve what I can achieve, but at the same time I don't feel pressured. From all the experience I have of seeing how other people are doing of late, I feel like I'm pretty much the most well off, whether I am or not is arbitrary really, don't kick me off my cloud, yeah? But I'm just very happy with life, the world and the oooniverse. i was about to go into a great long philosophical extended prose, but I'll leave that for another day, this post is long enough as it is, plus I'm likely the only one reading it by now.
Allow me to grab your attention again with PICTURS. HURRAY.
Firstly, as the title of this post eluded too, Drop Dead. The clothes, by BMTH front man Oli Sykes are currently in operation out in Barcelona doing the lookbook for their summer line. This makes me very happy, I really do like all their stuff, for the most part, and I can't wait for the new stuff.
How can you not like this? I do lots.
And secondly, Ella enriched my life yesterday with a link to the FUUUUUUUUUUU comics, of which i used to frequent, but haven't in an awful long time. If you have no idea what I'm on about then you're in for a treat! They come up with some awfully delightful comics that I really do feel reflect how myself, and all of us feel a lot of the time.
hehe. OH THE GIGGLES. I'll leave you be now, for now. good night and much love to you all, my God. It'll be Christmas again soon.
The problem with people is they have opinions. And they're like arseholes. Usually full of crap and everyone has one. -grumblegrumble-
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