EDIT: I really have no idea what I was thinking when I wrote this.

I am currently located behind my desk, which is kinda cool, because it is warm and not in the least bit uncomfortable.

There is no point to this journal entry other than to inform you that entrpy ([link]) made the kickass creation that is my avatar. You can thank him on my behalf, or I will do it for you at a later date. He also has a very cool gallery which is most pleasing to the eyes.

"I'll show you politics in America. Here it is, right here. 'I think the puppet on the right shares my beliefs.' 'I think the puppet on the left is more to my liking.' 'Hey, wait a minute, there's one guy holding out both puppets!'"
---Bill Hicks

I haven't posted in a while. Nobody cares, huh? Meh, it doesn't really bother me. The day I become a ray of sunshine in people's everyday life is the day humanity steps one foot closer to being COMPLETELY FUCKED UP.

So I've been pretty angsty recently. More so than usual. A good trick to calm yourself down I've figured is to think of people that piss you off and then pretend to shoot them. KLABOOM! I've ran out of fucking bullets.

Terry Pratchett is an awesome writer. I love the way he parodies everything under the sun, and puts in subtle views on his philosophy of life.

I'm still listening to Bill Hicks. The man is a genius. He's probably the only comedian out there who can mentally stimulate you on a level where you appreciate his deep thoughts, whilst pointing out the idiocies of the world in a way which can make you laugh. It's a pity he died in 1994, but still, you should go check him out.

I rated Coldplay as an incredible band after listening to their latest album, but a quick look back at their previous catalogue shows you that it's not too different to their past works. I think a lot of bands nowadays are afraid to try different things if they find a niche that is sucsessful, and the music industry as a whole is suffering.

My work experience ended on Friday. That is to say, my work experience of sorts. See, I didn't get one, for reasons that ARE NONE OF YOUR FUCKING BUSINESS, so I've just been walking around talking with my mates, who similarly weren't on a placement. We also played football, whilst recording and commentating on the matches. Compare this to my friend Jed, who DID get a work experience, and ended up spending two weeks counting FUCKING PAPER, and you can see why I had the foresight not to go on it.

The education system in this country is thus that they'll feed you useless shit under the pretence that it is useful for your future lives. People tried stressing to me to go on work experience, because it's useful as an insight into the world of work. I don't need to spend two weeks in front of a photocopying machine to realize most adult's lives are a trite, living hell.

We're performing Shakespeare's 'Othello' at the Lowry theatre tomorrow. If a stagelight falls on someone's head and their head gets severed from their neck, I'll be sure to let you know. Just kidding, I'd be laughing way too hard to type.

"This is it, folks. This is the idea which has kept me virtually unknown for the past 16 years. I have watched my crowds dwindle. I am going nowhere, and nowhere quick, but, those of you who have children, I am sorry to tell you this, but they are not special. Wait! I know some of you are going "what, what?" Let me just clarify: I know YOU think they're special ... ha ha ha! I'm aware of that. I'm just here to tell you, that they're NOT! Ha ha ha ha! Sorry. Did you know that every time a guy comes he comes two-hundred million sperm? One out of TWO-HUNDRED MILLION – that load, we're only talking about one load – connected: gee, what are the fucking odds? Do you know what that means? I've wiped nations off've my chest with a grey gymsock. ENTIRE CIVILISATIONS HAVE FLAKED AND CRUSTED IN THE HAIR AROUND MY NAVEL! [...] I've tossed universes in my underpants while napping. Boom! A Milkyway shoots into my jockeyshorts: "Unngh ... what's for fucking breakfast?!""
----Bill Hicks

Liverpool, champions of Europe. The greatest night of my life. Easily. 3-0 down at half time, against one of the greatest sides of all time, no hope of a comeback. 3-3 by the final whistle and one of the most entertaining penalty shoot outs since Rome '84.

The victory parade was amazing as well, and you wanna see me...well I'm one of those red dots: [link]


I'm on such a high right now after this victory, my writing style has gone down the pot! Here's to the worst journal entry ever!

So. We're in the Champions League final. I don't think anyone expected us to get this far, but you'd be damn right in saying it's gunna be the biggest game of my life. If Gerrard and Alonso have a good night, we can beat anyone. It's hard to predict what the outcome will be, for if a final is anything, it's unpredictable. However, you can't spend too much time thinking about it. Envisaging loss can eat away at you, whilst contemplating victory can encompass your mind. And with lessons like History, where you learn so much, we wouldn't want that to happen, hmm?

Outside of football, things are looking good for Nintendo. The Revoloution looks sleek, certainly better than any of it's next-gen counterparts. I'm dissapointed they didn't show the controller, but I suppose it's best not to at this point. It's meant to be completely innovative, and Sony have a habbit of pinching Nintendo's ideas.

My novel isn't as going as well as I'd have hoped. I'm still sitting in the Smokepot Inn, Jamie at the threshold of his fate. Coursework comes in the way of it, but I'm still hoping it will be ready for publication by the end of the year.

Yesterday, my English teacher was furious at me for my lack of coursework, and the way I answered her back when she spouted bullshit. I felt kinda bad for that. Today she showered praise onto me and I felt a little better.

The fact that these bastard teachers can have an impact on my life really annoys me. Damn sadists.

Bill Hicks is great! Well, to be more accurate he was. His stand up routine is really good, and you should really check it out. Try the 'Relentless' album.

Luminore is a kick ass guy. He allowed me permission to incorporate one of his ideas into my work, something which I am incredibly grateful for.

The band 'Cake' are spending a lot of time coming out of my computer's speakers. Namely the songs, 'The Distance', 'Nugget' and 'Sheep go to heaven, Goats go to hell' spend a lot of air time. I'm also liking Placebo's 'Every You Every Me'.

Remember to read Chapter One of my book and leave comment!

See you guys later.