BAH

I think im going to stop doing this, i don't think anyone really reads it so i might as well jack it all in, its been going for almost a year and i feel im just writing to myself.

Last night was OK, pizza and cinema was good but no booze kinda dented the night..and waiting in the cold for a bus for AGES surrounded by groups of drunken anti social chavs smashing windows isn't pleasant. Needless to say, the realiable Patrick Howe Snr* gave us a lift back in the old' Shannons van, it felt like we were meeting a celebrity when we met Mr and Mrs Howe.

This weekend consists of my usual bollocksy boring nothing. The regular depressing stuff, watching rugby and being alone and inside.

fuck you all =)

na, i like you really..,well some of you.

oh and one last thing before i go and do nothing, heres some incoherent advice:
If you want something you won't get it...probably.

Currently listening to: Nightwish - Dead boys poem [this song is upsetting :( ]

Born from silence, silence full of it
A perfect concert my best friend
So much to live for, so much to die for
If only my heart had a home

Sing what you can`t say
Forget what you can`t play
Hasten to drown into beautiful eyes
Walk within my poetry, this dying music
- My loveletter to nobody

Never sigh for better world
It`s already composed, played and told
Every thought the music I write
Everything a wish for the night