WE FUCKING ROCKED ASS. The opening band (Public Display of Affection, featuring my course leader on vocals & bass) was pretty awesome. I got their CD.

I want to do it again. Standing on stage makes you feel like you've got gigantic balls and gives you wings. Seriously.

Then I spent the next few days drunk, so, yeah. Fun.

I got a motherfucking job!

I get to work at the bar my dad frequents every night. Awesome. Moneymoneymoney.

I'm living at my parents again. I got kicked out! Merry fucking Christmas!

I AM ANGRY.

It's, what? 4am, and I can't sleep. And I need to sleep, and be awake, for five thirty. With enough energy to last me all day. You have no idea how frustrating that is.

I need to write a complete short story for... Wednesday, I have a paragraph of very lame introduction down and nothing else. That I feel like binning.

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Weeeeheeeeheeeee, Mr. Music Shop guy just called, and informed me that after a week of waiting, my Warwick Fortress is fixed and ready to do. I feel like dancing, no more struggling on a shitty Squier Precision V :D

Don't you fuckin' lie, don't you fuckin' step outta line...

I am single. I fucking rawk. \m/

Gig went pretty well. The singers were kind of awkward with the introduction though. Can't blame them though, first time we've played in front of anyone. Three songs that we blasted through were pretty simple. For Christmas we're hopefully doing more, and better. Possibly Pink Floyd (Money, Another Brick in the Wall pt.II), Queen (Another One Bites ( Read more... )

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I'm still alive. I just got tonsilitis and a really deep cut in my leg. Hooray for five hours in casualty, deprived of water and medicine until they came and stitched me up. Slowly, without anaesthetic. ("Oh, sorry, we can't use the anaesthetic injection if you're taking medication not given to you by us..." *needle and thread*)

Urk.

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