Living for the Weekend.

I do so love music. It's all I care about these days. Only place anyone goes is the pub and while the regulars there are decent people (I take them deeply for granted; some of the best you'll know), it's still not my kind of scene. Then again I don't even know what my scene is. Maybe I'm just anti-social. One thing I do know, is that I miss my band. Whilst we're still technically a band, the guitarist and bassist are both at uni. Considering they're both 2 of my very closest friends, this has a bit of an affect on my social life; no band, and two regulars in my social life cut out.

It really doesn't bother me that much to be honest so I don't know why I piss away about it on this blog.

I'm ill. Very ill, or at least I could be if it carries on like this. I'm at the top of a very slippery slope with death at the bottom of it. I'm sure I'll be fine, but it got to me a bit today. There's shit I need to do, and more importantly, people I need to spend more time with before I pop off.

Holy shit Ryan stop moaning.

Tomorrow! Hooray for tomorrow. Tomorrow forever. I'm going to sleep til the evening, and then get up, play Far Cry, throw my PSP out of the FUCKING window if I keep sucking at this game, then watch Being Human at 9:30 on BBCThree (That is a hint, it's fucking amazing), watch Lost at... whatever time I can be bothered, then, Superbowl time, motherfuckers.

Which brings me to point #147 why I want to live in America, right before 'Americans are more dramatic' and right after 'Bigger houses'. I want to watch the Superbowl but I have to stay up until 2:30AM to watch it. Which is shit, really, considering my team isn't in it and I'm not that fussed about the halftime show. North Atlantic Ocean, one day I will crush you, my mortal foe.