I’m falling, Asleep. You’ll have to take me home. You’ll have to, Come in with me. I don’t want to be alone.
Ignore my selective hearing.
JUST OWNING AT SIMS AND SOME BLACK WOMAN CALLED IVY COMES AROUND TO “WELCOME ME TO THE NEIGHBOURHOOD” AND SHE JUST STOLE MY GARDEN GNOME……….
SO. MANY. RACIST. STEREOTYPES. MUST. RESIST
A day to remember just got heavier?
And here I was thinking all bands started getting undercuts, wearing barbour jackets and singing about their feelings.
They’ve got this film shoot going on tomorrow at Cineworld in the 02. All you’ve got to do is sit in the cinema and pretend you’re watching a film. It’s for Red Bull or something like that, but if I bother signing up, not only do I get paid a bit but they’ll give out free snacks and red ball, aha. Sounds quite good to me. :’)
Free red ball?
Sounds sweet to me.
An explanation is owed.
Things kicked off at home again.
This is my life so it seems.
So my dad came and got me, I’ll be living with him and Christine until i’m back on my feet and understand what i’m doing.
Unfortunately this means that i’ve had to leave college, family, love, all behind.
Its strange, seeing your entire world in bin bags. Carrying it around like its nothing.
It shows how materialistic ones life can be. How “My life” can be packed up in boxes.
But thats no true is it?
My life is a living and breathing organism. My life is typing out these words.
My life is walking round school worrying her ginger head off.
My life is watching spongebob and drooling a little bit too much.
My life is more than this.
They can take my xbox, they can take my phone, they can take my material goods, but they can’t take my life.
I’m almost on a 3 like streak just from whatsthatwarraz alone.
Oh if Eliot humphreys was here.
I don’t know why. I’ve drifted away from it, but alas, I fear an attempted return would end badly. Terribly in fact. The problem is, I’ve no where to let my emotion out, but I don’t want to do it on tumblr.
It’s not sacred anymore. There’s no privacy to it. Everyone knows about it. Even the shit sticks who would ridicule you for having emotion. And I hate those people.
Lately I’ve become sick of this mediocre life I live, the only thing that’s going well for me is my relationship. My search got a job is still fruitless, I spend my waking hours working, looking for a job, or playing video games.
I’d like to have a proper hobby, id like to bugger off and go make money for taking photographs. Or playing video games. Or writing reviews.
I’d give anything to be a media journalist or something like that, work for machinima, or just anything.
I need to sleep. For many many years.
Sorry about the absence and such.