Post-Hallowe'en.

Hallowe'en: the evening before All Saints' Day; often devoted to pranks played by young people

So I'm unlucky by an hour or so...

Oh well.

We had 1 set of trick or treaters; result! This is probably due to it falling on a Saturday evening, so many parents decide to host parties for their children and their friends. Perhaps they followed this guide... http://www.guardian.co.uk/lifeandstyle/2009/oct/31/halloween-party-tips-children-adults

SORTED!

I also spent the large proportion of the evening playing 'House of the Dead' on the Wii, with real 'pump-action' guns! It's all too much fun.

Hallowe'en is just another excuse for folk to dress up in the sluttiest or stupidest outfit possible and get trollied.

Like our mate, Britney Spears, here;

EWW.

The image of some fat mare in a skimpy, slutty nurse outfit...OH GOD. My vomit from the thought of that would look prettier.

But, all in all, I hope everyone did enjoy their Hallowe'en, whatever they were doing. I wish I was young again; free sweets are the peak of happiness in a child's life.

The apple-bobbing got a bit too dangerous for Brian and Sue...

Costume.

Britain is becoming overhauled by America. I love America but there are some things that we've just got to handle as separate nations.
Blatantly using Hallowe'en as an example, as this is coming up in a couple of days.
Hallowe'en used to be dressing up like vampires and scaring the shit out of the old hag next door but now it's turned into a 'dress in whatever tha fook ya want'. Of course, this has always been the tradition in America.
All I can say is, you can't scare someone in a Snow White outfit?!
And why is it that pretty much all fancy-dress companys that create Hallowe'en costumes for women are slutty costumes? Not all of us have the inability to shut our legs y'know. Just because it's a 'holiday' doesn't mean that you're going to be getting some vagajay anytime soon, mate.

Hallowe'en is fun though. I plan to spend my Hallowe'en with friends and beer at a gig. Lovely.

News.

Ok, a contradiction has been made.
I've just joined a gym.
I lied; I'm not happy about myself. Whoops.

SPIN CLASS=DEATH. Hopefully, these feelings of death will soon decrease as I participate more. Hopefully. Hope...fully...
All I can think is feeling like your legs are literally disembarking from your joints can surely lead to a better me, with 500 fewer calories inside my body.

On a rather brisk change of topic...It seems the BBC are hiring more husky-voiced female reporters...
Is there a new study going around concluding that deeper-voiced women are a massive turn-on? Who knows. Perhaps they forgot to take their oestrogen in the morning? Pete Burns sure did.

Supermarche.

The supermarket; my mortal enemy.

Why are they busy 24/7?!
Screw it; I'm getting my mum to shop online. Obese and satisfied is the future.

Addiction.

I may have to confess an addiction...

to RUBICON.

I know. I should be ashamed, but the fruity delight is too good.

With several flavours.

For multiple refreshment needs.

I recommend Guava and Passionfruit.

On another, slightly pessimistic note, my internet is so f***ing slow! It's driving me to the point of insanity at times. I mean, c'mon, who's going to be hogging the bandwidth at 12:30am?! NOBODY. Piece of utter, moronic tripe.

HAPPY 30TH BIRTHDAY HIP-HOP!

I've been thinking. It's October. October. October. Shit, it's October and I've done nothing with my life. Maybe that's a little exaggerated, but I haven't done much that's for certain.

Today, in Music Tech, I finally learnt how to set-up a studio session, enabling me to be able to record. Fun times! I now appreciate technicalities in life.

Yesterday, I emailed a lecturer at Manchester University, regarding some information about a course. She replied; with the worst response ever! It was a waste of an email. I don't even think she read the email I sent properly. I asked her about the year abroad you can go on as part of the degree, what the fees are for this year and if there is any funding available towards it. She replied with 'Oh, I'm on leave till next Monday, so I won't be able to answer your response until then, but our course is full and we don't take any transfers from other degrees.'

WHAT THE HELL. I didn't even state that I was taking a degree, let alone transferring. STUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUPID MUUUUUUUUUUUUFFIN.

So I've now got to wait for a response from her inferior bitch, that I probably won't receive for a fair while.

SO...I guarantee that was a waste of time. Sorry. I told you nothing of any decent context goes on in my life. Maybe prettier pictures would resolve this...

Coffee.

As I was beginning to type this, I managed to pull the chain, that is sewn into my top, off it completely. GOOD ONE.

I've had a pretty boring week. College. Some more college.

Kind of getting to grips with the workload; really can't be arsed at times.

I'm currently trying to write a monologue on Iago, but in a present day context. It's harder than I thought it was going to be. So a long night probably entails for me accompanied by the sweet molecule of caffeine.

On another note, check out Newton Faulkner's new album. It's fairly catchy.

I've also been thinking I need to hit the gym again. I'm starting to rival "The Michelin Man".

There I am, oh curvatious one.

I was out shopping with the family today. I dared to embark upon entering the cattle ranch named Primark. Well, cattle ranch for pikeys. I'd managed to run to every item I needed and successfully went towards the till. On urging to battle through the numerous Vicky Pollard's to the register, a child let out an almighty squawk. The sound penetrated the ear drums like a knife to butter. If there's one thing I hate, it's the noise of a screaming brat. It got so bad, that I almost punched the vile thing. If you can't control it, then you should learn how to control the opening and closing of your legs!

(I'm new to adding pictures, so please excuse the very bad layout of them; they annoyed me with their own way of positioning themselves.) Grr.

I'll try to keep updating this more frequently; not that my life is of

a thrilling nature anyway.

WORD OF THE WEEK (A): Alacrity n liveliness; eagerness