Frank's

So nothing about Young Guns. YET. But there will be, promise. I keep promising this, but I will do it. Chances are I won't though. For god's sake, someone make my mind up for me!

Anywhore, Franks today. What a shambles getting there was ¬_¬ First, I got the bus from mine to town. I stuck the £1.10 in the machine and asked for a single.
"To where?"
"Town."
"That's £1.70"

For fuck sake, really? All I want to do is get into town! It shouldn't cost me an arm and a leg to do so. So I got to town, and walked to Franks. Takes about an hour, in case you're thinking of doing the same.
I got there, apologised for being late (by 45 minutes) to which Frank yawned. I think he was tired. We went to his room and laughed at Dirty Sanchez for a bit and then Frank showed me his NFS ProStreet skills. Mainly his drag skills. I had a go, and he was handily giving me guidance on how to do it right. He said he felt a bit like Jackie Stewart xD. The tips he were giving me were working a charm.

He then showed me his cars of NFS Undercover (an Audi TT, a Lotus Elise and a Merc CLS AMG) and I proceeded to trash the CLS. Sorry Frank.

Frank also got a parcel. I used my keys to slash the tape and unleash the contents. They were Frank's metallic silver and gold Nike id Cortez's. His reaction when he saw them? You could've scraped him of the ceiling, he was that ecstatic.

After cocking about on the PS3, and Frank marvelling at his shoes (which we established blew his multi coloured Nike's out of the water), we went to walk Fred round the lake whilst Frank tested his new shoes. As I shut the front door, Franks stared at me for ages. "We'll have to go for a -checks watch- 45 minute walk: I don't have my keys." -_-' Hence the decision to go around the lake. Every 5 minutes, Frank would stop and look at the bottom of his white soled Nike's. "Aww, they're dirty!" Frank, soles are supposed to get dirty. And the white accentuates the dirt. At least the silver didn't get harmed.

We got to the shop to buy lunch (which were toasted cheese baguettes) and we bought Oreos and Jaffa Cakes too. The J Cakes were mine, but I left them behind -_-

After lunch we played 'Who Can Fly The Furthest' on GTA IV. Basically you walk up to a petrol station, pull out your shotgun and start blasting the pumps until they explode. You measure using defining features of the terrain such as railings and such. Was fun until I went on a crazy truck rampage, killing everything :D

When Frank had to meet some people, we got to the bus stop outside his and I noticed someone had stuck an adult/kids day rider in the time table. I showed Frank and we discovered it was valid. We then hatched a completely outrageous plan that he was 16 and I was 15 and we'd use the day rider on the bus. It worked, despite the driver giving Frank a lecture on Citizenship cards. Free bus ride is worth the lecture I think, but then the driver did believe I was 15... I'm 17. FML.

Mo

Damn it

I've been slacking again. I promised you a blog about Frank's on Tuesday. That blog never came. I deeply apologise.

It's now Sunday, so I won't bother dragging up that day- too long ago. I am, however, hopefully going to Frank's this Tuesday. Apparently I'm to be educated in Dirty Sanchez xD and I can pass judgement on his cars on Need for Speed too. Sounds like fun.

Meanwhile, I went to see Young Guns on Thursday. Imma devote a complete entry to that night. If I can be bothered.

Mo

Hi, and Welcome Back

But tonight shall not be an update of todays events. That'll be tomorrow.

Meanwhile, I have a dizzying headache, Mater's hair dryer and straightners are on the floor and Hayley and I are discussing depressing Scrubs episodes. Goodo.

Mo

War: What is it good for?

1/3 of a person per hour. Doesn't sound alot, but that's how many soldiers died recently in the worst 24 hours of the Afghan war. That's 8 people.

It really begs the question: what are we still fighting for? We went to Afghanistan way back in 2001 because big eared, idiotic grinned Tony Blair followed George W. Chimp's assumptions that WMD's were being hidden. There wasn't any evidence to suggest so, and therefore none were found. So why the hell are our troops still fighting out there 8 years later?

Nearly every day we hear a story on the news about yet another UK troop dying, and for what cause? Can't think of one? Because there is no reason. People as young as 18 years old are dying for nothing. That, my friend, is no age to die, not when they had their whole life ahead of them.

My heart goes out to all the families affected, even those with a family member not even in Afghan but are due to go soon. I won't even pretend to understand what they're going through; it must be so damn difficult to deal with. I'm the oldest in my family, so I don't have to worry about older brothers or sisters in the army but for those who have, let's just hope the fucking government see sense and pull every troop out of that place, and prevent more pointless deaths.

It may be cliched, but to those fighting for our country, I salute you. The word 'hero' doesn't even begin to describe you guys.

Mo

What the hull!?

On Facebook, someone had posted a comment to a note left by Radio 1. It wasn't meaningful, it wasn't relevant, it was downright useless and idiotic. This person has posted "First to comment!!!"

I really don't get the whole buzz about being the first to comment it. Big deal, you got there before anyone else did. Now read the damn thing you commented.

I commented the same note, airing my views on the insignificance of being the first comment, and upon checking it back, someone had replied. Said reply read "'coz it's fun;)"

How boring is that persons life for them to say commenting things first is 'fun'. I'll tell you what is fun. Running through woods being pelted with paintballs and firing back is fun. Hurtling down a hill on a home made go kart is fun. Commenting something first and telling people (whom can see you've commented first, you don't need to tell them) is not.

Mo

Naked.

I am. I had my hair hacked off today. And it's short. As in, short short. I hate it.

In other news, I'm trying to make plans for the summer rather than spend the entire holidays indoors. Public Enemies is on the menu, as is a Lydiard Day hopefully and maybe Transformers. Franks maybe a possibility too.

Young Guns on the 23rd, hoohhh!

Mo

Sick.

I've had a pounding headache for the most part of today. Life isn't fun when you're incapitated on the sofa. And I had to do my sisters round on top of mine.

I applied for a job at Maccy D's. I din't get it. Even Mc-fucking-Donalds don't want me. Fuck the economic balls up. Complete bullshit.

For every cloud, there is a silver lining.

I bought my Young Guns ticket today, so that's good. More Gustav abuse, come the 23rd July :D
And it's been announced AFI's new album lands in shops on the 29th September. I'm now listening to nothing but AFI because of this.

I'm making the rhubarb crumble I've promised myself tomorrow. Hopefully I won't destroy the house.

Mo