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People are strange; I once walked into a lesson in a full pirate getup and no one said a word.

Last night I kissed a girl. Shortly after I found out that she was blatantly bisexual and 23 years old. Why is it never simple!?

Arggh! I need to live on my own before my family give me a mental breakdown.

Just writing in my diary to see what the time is...

I just cut my finger on my top hat! Haha, what a strange way to obtain a cut.

Last night I thought I forgot language but it didn't last long/

If you don't listen to Nick Drake, go and do it! Do it right now! Very hard not to like, even if you don't like it you can't deny that its amazing. Kind of like some people don't like some great classical music but they know its amazing.

Arr, I love Led Zeppelin so much, so damn amazing I tell you! Just, amazing! I've been learing "babe I'm gonna leave you" today, such a pretty song. I connected my guitar amp to my stereo and listened to them through my window in the sun a few days ago, I reccomend it to anyone! I love the sun too.

Went to an open mic thing on friday, that was cool, many friends there. The music was alright apart from the guy who completely sabotaged "man on the moon" by REM. I'm glad I didn't go up in my drunkeness although I'm not really that bad. Not anywhere near as bad as that guy at least. Luiz was good, as were bethan and faye. After that we went to Laurence's flat thing, we invited two random people from the pub. We there there a while but it was quite boring, we drank some wine and got more drunk.
Danny and I decided to go to tresspass at a girls private school. Danny wanted to see the archetecture, I wanted to see that and also females. We only saw the archetecture until we heard voices and thought we were being chased. We started to run, first through a forest and then through feilds, then a bog, thats where the running ended. Danny lost his shoe. Then spent the night at peter's.

The last two days have been nice, I feel different and I don't know why. My grandparents came over today and I finally cut my 18th birthday cake. We had some fizzy wine, very dangerous fizzy wine. I opened it through the window, I'm sure that plastic cork is up there orbiting the planet right now. I spoke to Louis about going to Oxford a few minutes ago, that should be happening in about two weeks time. I'm sure there will be much fun over easter.

Bloody illness, being all hot cold and dry. Maybe it was all that nutmeg I smoked last night. Danny gave me a John Cage cd which I'm listening to right now, pianos, nails, rubber bands, good and bad notes etc. Its not comfortable to listen to but good, its like harsh Erik Satie, I listen to Satie when hungover, I think I might die if I try and do the same with good ol' John.

Hunter S. Thompson is dead. He shot himslef in the head last night. If you don't know his work he was an amazing writer and one of the legendary beats.

RIP

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Last night I dreamt that I took photos of John Lennon and then went and watched old trains and all their billowing smoke at a station. The dream was mainly grey, yellow and brown.

I feel the need to be in a band. Muisc will envelop people whether they like it or not. I make pretty pictures but they don't really do the same thing so I need to make music. Its all good.

I went to a gallery today and asked the owner if he might buy some of my paintings, instead of smiling kindly and saying that it was good that people of my age were making such and effort. He smirked at me and said it wansn't very likely that he would "you would have to be truly exceptional, waffle scoff". Be be honest, the paintings he had for the sale were far less than exceptional, half of them made me want to rip them off the wall and then proceed to stamp on them in discust.
I'm too good for those places, they only sell what the general public want, the general public don't know shit. Most people have next to know taste. You only have to walk into the average house and see what they have on their walls to know that. People love all these stereotypical, twee paintings of french caffés, or beaches.
I will NEVER make things to suit the tastes of others. Anyone who does that is not an artist but a simple craftsman.

Today has been good so far, my gran sent me some money for my 18th which was really nice of her. I'm worried about my elftown friend Clarie, who has just gone to hospital. Get better Claire!

That is all for today,

Dale

Hello, still can't do an entry, I've been drinking. I'm for no reason, compelled to write the next bit with my tounge...

iiiiiii survived, i m going to bed bye

Hello, still can't do an entry, I've been drinking.

I'm not able to write with my mind right now, I'll put an entry in tomorrow. Hangovers warp what you think and see.

Good afternoon, highly decent elftown friends, my guitar, music and pencils have made up my week and not much else. It hasn't been bad though. Today I woke up to the sound of a blizzard, that was nice but it didn't settle, I fixed my hat, played my guitar and then sunk back onto elftown.
I'm due to go to Luiz's 19th birthday tonight, should be good, I'm pennieless so I don't have a present which I feel slightly bad about. D is bringing absinthe, so I will finally get to try the legendary drink, wish me luck.

Claire - Forget about the bastard! You have pink hair, that could make Ian Curtis happy!

Rebecca - Try not to cough your lungs to oblivion, lots of cough medicine makes it all better, but not too much though, you know what happens!

Help, I need to get away from this place, its eating my soul. Damn this lack of money to hell!

I woke to the sound of birds at about 6am this morning, I looked at my ceiling and read the words I had written on it the previous night... "I'm fixing a hole gets in to stop my mind form wondering", I'm not sure why I wrote that there, it seemed like a good idea at the time though. Considering how early I woke up I'm not tried at all, there must be something wrong.
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Hello, back again, my dad just got an interview for medical school and my sister got into a secondary school so I'm quite happy for them as you can imagine. I've just seen the brilliant "big fish" for the second time, Tim Burton is a genius. Music for the moment is Orbital, tomorrow I plan to read more of "the rum diary" by Hunter S, drink coffee, get some art done, what am I saying? No one should ever get their art "done", now would be a good time to quote something Wilde said but I have a bad memory when it comes to words and can't think what it was, only that it would be apt for the moment. I shall continue with my monk painting, finish off the film I have in my camera, learn "babe I'm gonna leave you" on my guitar and brood as ever. Good night.

I love cats.

I want to write something but I haven't done anything today really. I had an amazingly twisted dream, I shall inform you of it when I've had the brewing coffee that waits for me downstairs...