Rapid Change

Things have been casual and a little bit strange, but not really. I wont go through it all.

My bedroom at mums has been emptied, I never realised how many events I managed to forget and how much junk I managed to store away until now. All the past from 2003 onward is stored in a few boxes and in the back of my wardrobe. Three bags of clothes went to the Salvation Army and two more I left at Hunters and Collectors today to try and sell.

Everything is so-so and okay. My answers to questions are "sure". I have never felt so nuetral but completely insane all at the same time.

We've all lots our minds.

Untitled

I'll let you guess where it is

A killer mess it's in my head
Where numbers kill and secrets spill
A killed mess it's in my head

It's a mess, it's a mess
It's a mess, it's a mess
It's in my
It's in my head

I am quite happy tonight

Wedneday's are good. Well, today was what I needed.

I am really enjoying design at school and I am considering going for scholarship this year too. I am not exactly sure what that means, but I have to do an extra six page folio or something rather. It sounds like something I am capable of doing, if I just stay on top of all my work. We'll see how this year goes, I don't have to make a choice straight away, but it is something to think about.

After school I went to Tim's flat (again) and stole a computer chair, what is suppose to be "out door furniture". We went out on to the street and I went rolling down streets with hills in the area, it was great for a while, until one of the wheels on the chair decided to die.

At five thirty, Ben, Julia and I had a band practise that went until nine. It was really useful to have such a long period of time to practise in. We started a new song from just lyrics that I wrote last night and by the end of the practise we created yet another decent song that is ready for demo recording.

During our dinner break, I slipped down a flight of stiars while telling the band about how I was accused of being drunk at ten in the morning by a stranger. We all laughed the pain away and now I have a bruise on my knee. I'm so punk.

I am a lot more content with everything. I feel like I really needed today and it fufilled me completely. Even if the skin on the finger tips of my left hand is ripping, my feet have taken a beaten and my throat has an itch.

I love composing music, being mildly useless at it but having two talented friends working with me to create something I only use to describe as a "I want" - now, I have.

I am a bit pissed off today

I dont like bad words about me coming out of mouths from people who have small dicks. I think that being confronted hurts more to me than being back stabbed, because at least when I am being back stabbed whatever it is, is usually some bull shit rumour - not someone thinking that they have the place to try and rip apart my future because their's is fucking ridiculously slow and below average.

But that is just my opinion...

On a more brilliant note; On Sunday I watched Tim crack his head open while attempting some trick on his BMX, he ended up getting five staples in his head, it is pretty gross but awesome. I also scored a black leather jacket out of his wardrobe on Monday and today I had lunch with Olly which was a great high to fix my shitty morning then in photography, last spell, I drew on the walls with blue ink.

Fanfuckingtastic.

Currently

I am frustrated with my relationship status, my savings account and my almost there, but not quite yet, age. Seventeen sucks when the only guys who are into are twenty to twenty four, when places you wish to work at consider you immature before even giving you a chance and when all your friends are eighteen or older.

Dear CALH Campers

Welcome back to the real/cyber world...

Such Great Heights

I am thinking it's a sign that the freckles

In our eyes are mirror images and when

We kiss they're perfectly aligned

And I have to speculate that God himself

Did make us into corresponding shapes like

Puzzle pieces from the clay
And true, it may seem like a stretch, but

Its thoughts like this that catch my troubled

Head when you're away when I am missing you to death

When you are out there on the road for

Several weeks of shows and when you scan

The radio, I hope this song will guide you home...

Re:
To Kieran,

All the diamonds and drugs in the world.
Love,
Nico xx