Funny that parents cant seem to do the simplest domestic jobs around the house. Like put food away in the fridge, or put their own food scraps in the bin or give them to the animals.

The Placebo concert was so good the other day. But I hate being so fucking short and small. I got squashed in the mosh pit, really didn't like it. Plus I got all clostraphobic so I had to go to the back of the floor. But it was all good in the end. I had the best view, wish I had my camera with me. Which happened to be in my bag in another part of the theatre and I couldn't get to it.

I don't know if I could handle being famous (theoretically speaking). I hate crouds, and as I'm told, I'm not really a "people" person. Which I guess is true, especially if I dislike a person. I'm not exactly nice if I dislike them, I loose all concept of tact. I seem to get told off by others alot for that. Oh well, thats just the way I am.

Revelation the other day. No I'm not going to tell you what its about. But I found out something that I'd known for ages, but only just faced up to it. I guess its not really a bad thing. But I know if I tell others what it is, they'd probably all be like "don't be so fucking stupid." But that's ok. I just wont tell anyone. Then they can't judge me. ITS ALL GOOD.

Blah! I hate that saying. Its not all good. The glass isn't always half full. It isn't always half empty either. But who's gonna listen to me. God I hope no one. It'd be a very fucked up world if people started to take my advice or listen to what I have to say about things. That's why I could never be a teacher, morally I mean. I don't think I could handle being responsible for fucking up impressionable youths minds. Mental institutions would be over crowded with students from all the school's I taught at. What'd be even worse would be if I taught at a primary school.

I'd hate to put up with snotty nosed little children and I don't think I could handle teenagers, especially if they're anything like me. So it doesn't matter anyway.

Ahh peace and quiet. The peace and quiet that consists of loud, heavy music. I love it. Especially with no parents around. Thats the best kind of peace and quiet.

My eyes and I are having a fight. I just had a sleep, but it seems that my eyes are still tired. Bloody bastards. Well I guess I'm just going to have to punish them by staying awake even longer. But it doesn't matter considering I'm not going to school tomorrow.

Mutanism not a real word. I know its mutany and mutation and stuff like that. or so I'm told. But this is another one of my words for my dictionary. Another reason why I wouldn't make a good teacher.

Ranting is so boring. Are you bored after reading all of that shit? I'm bored after writing. But if you're wondering why I bothered posting it if its so boring, its because I bothered to write in and i didn't want to have wasted 10 minutes of my life (give or take). Oh well.

*Cheers* Here's to your health. And mine!