*sneezes*
*sneezes again*
*sneezes some more*

FFS!!!

*falls over and sneezes even more*

The Beegees are on television.
Hehe...hehe...it's funny, because they sound like dying seagulls.

Apparently, my heart doesn't break, but my nails do instead.
May be because I don't actually have a heart, but yeah. Anyhoos. Stupid flippy nail things. Sharp bitches.

We saw...and met...Spoon.
It was brilliant. They are brilliant. IT WAS ALL SO FECKING GOOD!!! We wore spoons around our necks. There was a stoned chick there playing glasses with a straw and bopping (literally) and she was in the news a while back because she was held in a detention centre by accident. Anyway.
Britt Daniel (the lead singer) is cool. He oozes the cool, dude. Seriously. He's a pompous twat, but he walks so freaking funkily...and he does this shuffle and movey thing with his feet on stage. It's great. And, he blew a bubble at Véra and I.
OH WE HAD THE BEST TIME!
We talked to them, scared them, heard them, saw them, ARGH! So happy right now...dude. Oh, and we poked Britt's nose with our spoons. He looked like this when he did it: >.< But a little more confused and annoyed. He was really sweaty and now I'm covered in it hehehehehehehehehehehehehehehe.
They sang Sister Jack and I nearly cried...damn associations. Anyways, Britt drew a carrot for me and signed a glue stick for young Maddles who couldn't come (dammit!!!). How nice (for a change, heh...) and la.
It's really cold, now. We met a guy from Sydney. He was nice and I can't remember his name again...it started with 'B', though, and Véra ruined Harry Potter for him, TOO. We got playlistys. YAY.

Some people REALLY shite me at times. AgrrrrrrrrrrRRRRRRRRRRrrrrrrrrrrrrRRRRRRRRRRRRRRrrrrrrrrrrr.
On a different note, BIG GINEY AND I ARE SEEING SPOON LIVE ON SATURDEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!! WHEEEEEEE! Y'all who don't know who Spoon are...get therapy. :P Wheeeeeee....laaaaaaa.....eeeeeeeeee!!!!!!! *sings madly*
I hate you people still, though. Sometimes. Not hate, don't like sometimes. And things. With Gravies.

:D

Never Again.
Never again do I intend to be hit on by a dodgy Russian guy on the bus who wants me to 'watch movies and CDs with him'.

Scary discovery. Some idiotic, scamming knob-jockey called Tony Robbins looks like the one, the only, legendary wrestler known as Rocky Menero. Only thing is that Tony's probably a weak-ass, plus he has a funny, jutty chin.

OK, now. I know this is a week late, but I have been incredibly slack, busy and la.
Just a little diary rant to say how amazingly horrified I am about the London bombings. It was totally unnecessary and awful and I send out my love and condolences to allllll of the people who have and still are suffering from it.
I don't understand why those smeg-headed terrorist gits could just kill and injure so many innocent people who did nothing wrong just to piss off and get revenge on one small body of people in the country. Same applies to the 9/11 thing that happened in 2001. (Yeah, I am verrry late with that one...)
But, yeah. Just...agh. When I first heard about it, mum told me there'd been a few bombs explode on buses and the underground in London and I was so freaked and just kind of stood there (sorry to Véra who was rambling on while I wasn't listening at the time...) I didn't have anyone I know (well, I don't think so...maybe Ben was there...) get injured or anything, but it still really got to me. I have a thing with England- the people are great (minus a few...) and it's just an amazing place. Why can't those moronic gimps just stick to blowing up the Gov't??? Don't bring innocent civilians into this.

Another scary thing. America, Britain (mainly England) and Australia are the three main countries leading this poxy war thing. The first two countries have been the targets of terrorist attacks so, basically, we're next.

God, this world is fucked. Now I know why I hold little hope in the human race. }Dkfglhbdsf[kgbhdfkgnhas;d,btf;zskmdfbgs[mdfbgasdfo[utefn;lsfndgb.

GAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!