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I want to write about the best day of my life. It was such a long time ago now that I can remember only little bits, Snippets of memory shining through the past. I was with my first girlfriend. We met in Manchester for the usual shop around HMV and Selfridges for Oreos and Reeses. It was my friend's birthday party at a restaurant in a village outside of Manchester, to the south; and as such we also scoured the shops for a birthday card of suitable humour and coming-of-age greatness. I felt particularly old when signing the card from both my girlfriend, B, and myself. It was like the cards those couples always gave us as kids, signed both boy and girl, like we were a singular entity whose presence was requested. So anyway getting ready was ace, I really like the stage in any relationship where both the boy and girl are so comfortable being naked in front of one another that they just get changed in front of each other and joke about what to wear. By the time we were both ready ...

"They're one of those bands that really annoy you. Random loud noises, screaming, nonsensical lyrics about dug use. I mean how old do they think they are? What is this song? I can't hear anything for the overdriving bass. Grimy lyrics. I've always hated Hadouken. There's such a HYPE surrounding them, they're not musical. They're just noise for young kiddies." That was how I felt until lastnight. I realised the sheer power of H! at one of my friends parties. It was an awkward party to begin with, quite empty really, and it was a glitter theme, although it may as well have been a trans-genderism theme. The "costumes" mainly consisted of tight, glittery tights and hot pants (that's BOYS and girls!), I myslef was wearing a rather beautiful glitter eye liner and greeny blue eye shadow. Anyway one of my other mates was there and he's a massive fan of Hadouken. Friends with them an everything. Anyway I wasn't even going to drink , but we...

Virgin Railways insist they didn’t cock up! It wasn’t their fault, it was the engineering company Network Rail hired to repair/rebuild the line over New Year. Well whatever, I don’t care if it was anyone’s fault, my journey suffered! A whole 40 minutes of “extra time” were taken away from my life, and I want them back (“Oh what the hell, I’d probably just waste them anyway…”). To be honest, I don’t care who’s fault it was mainly because I’m not the type of person to get angry about something that is beyond both mine and everyone else’s control. To be truly honest, I secretly enjoyed the journey on a different line into London, it took a bit longer and gave me longer to revise for the next day’s exams! Anyway Virgin Rail kindly sent me a letter saying, to coin the phrase, “This one’s on us”. I read further and discovered “this one” was actually a free First Class rail ticket! SWEET! I’d never ridden First Class before but I’d heard it was goooooood! Well my f...

Hello internet! I had a ball yesterday night. No really, I had a ball. I went to a ball anyway. It cost me thirty pounds! Thirty pounds for a trip to Cafe de Paris (near Leicester Square), a meal (three courses) with wine all topped off with music and drunken escapades later on. Well OK. The meal was very nice. I had some nice chicken and a cool strawberry soufle, and yes...the wine was strong and copious, but I didn't have a good time afterwards. I don't like the feeling of abandonment, and I feel my friend kind of did that. He's been seeing this girl for quite a while now, and he just sort of left with her. Thing is, I wouldn't mind if I liked her, but she's so unreachable. I have never really spoken to her, only the typical bland responses spoken more out of embarasment of silence than out of genuine like of a person. Anyway, he left with her (obviously that's fair enough) but I think the main thing is I get jealous easily. I'm not even gay, but I like ...

Started a new blog today! This is the first post. I like the idea that I can remain anonymous to but a few of my friends with whom I decide to share this. I have kept a journal for a few years now, and I finally succumbed to the temptation of posting online. At least then people can read and offer real advice. Or just generally have a go at me for being so god damn lame in my life. I also think the idea of uploading pictures onto this blog means I can share my passion for photography (don't get the worng idea by that comment, I have NEVER had photography lessons or even really know how to take a good photograph, nor do I have a nice camera, but I can still enjoy it right?) So I'm waiting for one of my most favorite films to download, listening to Alexisonfire and writing this. I'm not sure what to write. Who do I want to impress? I feel scared that people will critically read this. Do I even want anyone to read this? Well, I mean, I wrote it on THE INTERNET! so I guess peop...