DUDE.

DUUUDE.

We totally got them to play Carry On My Wayward Son by Kansas at rockworld. Don't know the song? You suck and don't deserve to heave ears. It's totally one of the best damned songs to play on Guitar hero 2. Which is also secretly awesome.

I SUPPOSE you'll want an update on what I've done since my last rather angry journal. NOT MUCH, chickadees. NOT MUCH. Oh wait.

YEAH IT'S BEEN LOADS.

Not that much. Went to see MSI, who were awesome to the max. Aside form all the loser emos there. Luckily I totally just spent the entire time in the pit with John, who I met in the pit, of all the places to meet him again. Dude, I totally miss seeing John Leigh. He's made of such win. I'm always so glad I wrecked up his train wreck of a relationship with Miss Banks, too. Win to me. It was ages ok, but I still feel I require further congratulations upon this service to humanity.

But Yes. MSI good.

Also, I totally have no more horrible moles I hate. Gross, but I totally got them removed on my birthday. Which was kinda lame, but y'know. I had an awesome birthday anyway because I met some guy in the pub across the road whilst I was enjoying legal alcohol and told him my name was Ruddiger. It's a damned fine name. My friend cottoned on and told him her name was Jezebel. hilarity ensured.

I'm not good at chronology here. but it doesn't really mater to anyone but my autobiographer. Anyway. Friday entailed of going out to rockworld, getting a couple free drinks for me and requesting guitar heroes songs. We got Carry on My wayward son after waiting in the OLD SKOOOOOL room for a while. Quite a while.

I'm still in minor pain from that, dancing for 5 hours solid DOES THAT. Apparently. The next day was horrible too. So fucking arduous. And everyone seemed to be miffed at David. In fairness, Iw as too, since he just seemed to sulk all night, so I told him off a bit, but I was totally way worse off than him that day so it didn't do much use, then I cried all over him on the bus ebcause y'know. Comedowns are horrible when you mix 'em with extreme exhaustion, frustration and hormones. Either way, he felt really bad, so I suppose he is sufficiently self punished.

Then I went to mums and was like hi mum lol and was all grumpy.

All all of a sudden WHAM it's Monday and I'm back in school with the stitches on the back of my leg all infected. Lame. But now I've got a nice pile of antibiotics to deal that. Horrific pain is still ensueing, though.

Man, I'm sly.

Oh, but y'know what the cunt DJs at rockworld WOULDN'T play? John the Fuckin' fisherman.

What the fuck, dude. I should have requested more shit songs. They played PLENTY of those.

Anyway. I'm signing off.

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