Our mother shoulda just named you Laika

It's for your own good, it's for the neighborhood.

Went to Newcastle today with John and Tom and Matt and Kyle and Syphilis. Sorry, Stevie.
I just had a rather emotional chat with my grandfather who I have not seen in a few years.

Look, it's Win. I've shook this guy's hand.

FUCK

You fucking stupid fucking fuck, Jack. You fucking fuck.

Eyes feel like dying.

I woke up to No Surprises by Radiohead. Still in bed. Going to France today. I miss certain people already. At least now I have time to buy presents. I might not post anything until after Christmas because my parents' internet connection is depressing. Another thing before I go. I've certainly got a level of OCD, because I stop whatever I'm doing if the sheet comes off my bed and I find it really difficult to go to new people's houses. I've got a smoker's cough again. Maybe I should start smoking? That'd give it a real reason to exist. I've got to pack.

I ate the 16th yesterday.

I woke up at quarter to nine, my left ear was gushing blood. I was covered in scratches, cuts, scars and bruises. Then I woke up at quarter to nine, coughing. I am covered in scratches. Had a shower and then decided to go back to bed, when my alarm started ringing at about nine. Then I remembered that I was meant to be going to young enterprise in town to see Ellie and Becca before I left.

Oh, and. I forgot to mention the insomnia that I'm going through. I didn't sleep until at least four last night (I heard the church bells) and when John stayed last night I woke up for a bit at threeish. That's always happened but it's just now that I've started to notice.
Did I mention? The reason I'm so carelessly insensitive probably isn't my fault.
I'd like to say that the photo on the right reflects something like the barren wasteland of my life, but I just like the colours. At least I can say I took it myself.

Later on.
Young enterprise was bloody freezing. Then we went to Karen's and played Intervention and the jazzy Scissor Sisters cover of Take Me Out. Both of those were great fun to play. I wanna busk.
Oh, and I'm in France tomorrow.

Gotta tell you about my melodica.

Look at it! A melodica is a sort of piano trumpet that plays like a keyboard that you blow into. I called it Freluquet.
I found the name while bored in a French lesson.
The literal translation of freluquet is whippersnapper. How great is that?
I can't play much, because I'm the least musical person I know, and I'm lazy. And I can't breathe today.
(How wooden is Robin Hood?)
John stayed last night! It was a great night. But I suddenly got a fever which John's probably caught. Anyway, back to Freluquet. I can play the Exorcist theme tune, some of Mad World, some made up Electro Boy thing. Karen's teaching me because she's an amazing instrumentalist.
Why doesn't Robin ever KILL the Sheriff? He always does the same thing. Sheriff ambushes Robin and his Merry Men, all the Sheriff's troops are killed, Marion appears and disappears (bringing a whole new level pointlessness to the series), a main character dies, Robin has a one-on-one fight with the Sheriff, Sheriff somehow escapes and things are back to normal. Storyline repeats itself in the next boring and pointless episode.

And isn't it just great when the BBC try to deal with issues on programs like Casualty?
Especially when they involve nonviolent protesters who can't read.