ITS CAKE TIME!!!!

For those people who know me in person you may notice that i use the line "ITS CAKE TIME" quite frequently. The story behind it originates from my life at school, at launch times my friend Tomos would say things like "if anyone ever dreamed of buying me a cake, now is the time to forfill that dream" and "ITS CAKE TIME". I have many good times with my friends at school, its always fun with us around and never a dull moment and when i look back into the past at all the good times i cant help it but laugh. My friends always find new ways to make each other laugh whether its jokes, weirdnesss or just plain randomness (as usual) but there is always something funny to say, and its almost always hysterically funny. Honestly, nobody has ever had the same experience as we have, and I'm glad i have these friend, friends who cheer me up when I'm sad, friends that make you smile and laugh by doing nothing at all. If your all lucky then i might post some videos of our times at school that were recorded on my phone. But till then...CAKE!!!!

ANYTHING BUT THE HAIR!!!!!

I can take a lot of insults about anything. Normally I can withstand even the harshest of insults but i draw the line when it comes to insults about dead relatives and my hair! The thing is, only the people who are pathetic enough stoop to the (low)level of insulting dead relatives, its just not smart, clever, funny and it doesn't make you the tough guy or the cool guy, its just completely pathetic and immature.

 The thing about my hair is that it has most of my pride and joy. Its where I get my personality from it is my amazingly beautiful Beatle-ish mop with a swoopy fringe, In fact my fringe is so long i can eat it :P. i remember my 13th birthday :( my hair was longer than it was now and i needed a haircut because i was joining air cadets the day after, so i went to the barbers and I SPECIFICALLY asked for my hair to be off my ears and off my collar and LEAVE THE FRINGE ALONE!!!!!......................... but he didn't listen and after that i was soooo upset for the rest of my birthday. And that was forever deemed the " best birthday ever".<<see the sarcasm ;P. So in conclusion of my hair issue is that i am VERY protective of it.

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musical headache

It seems that the only place I can play my guitar is in my bedroom. In any other place around my house I'm told "If you going to play that play it somewhere else" or "stop playing that guitar, its giving me a headache". I'd very muck like the freedom to use my talent wherever I like in the house in which I live. I mean, I don't mind when other people do thing that they enjoy, So why not let me play my guitar. After all i do need to practice alot with it and sometimes to get the effects right i need to plug it into an ampifier which makes my guitar MUCH louder. But in the mean time I'll continue to make my Nowhere plans for nobody in particular.