I've got to stop dreaming of the apocalypse, I used to find it interesting but now they are more like nightmares.
This time a volcano exploded, I think it was a pryoclastic flow (spelling?). I was in my house and before I knew it I was breathing in sulphur and all the air in my lungs was turning into sulphuric acid. Yuck.

Message to all people in this part of Wales;

I NEED A BAND!

If you know anyone or are someone with a broad (when I say that I really mean it) taste in music, can play guitar, keyboard/piano, drums, bass or any other instrument (well) and are interested in making new and unusual music please message me!

I have songs but no one to play them with!

Buh, today isn't so good. I'm just about ready lecture the friends of my siblings on common decency. Its not on, kids yelling outside my room and waking me up, grr. However that isn't the only factor to the crapness of this day. I've got no one to talk to, I'm just stuck in this house. Everyone is a couple at the moment and I'm sick of being reminded that I'm not apart of one and actually and never have been.

I had another apocalypse dream. Global flooding and tsunamis. It was some dream, giant waves and people running for their lives. When it was over all structure in society had been destroyed and the few remaining people lived on mountain peaks. Hundreds of millions of ruined and rotting houses were everywhere with junk floating about them. People became unhappy and turned to drugs, alcohol, fighting and art for entertainment. I wish I could dream about nice happy things instead of epic dreams of aliens, dispair and destruction.

I can smell garlic but I have no idea where its coming from. Its a lovely day today, which makes me wonder why I'm inside, elftown eats your life kids! Ohh! Coffee from my dad. It tastes slightly of tobacco, blerch, the cigars I had last night were vile. It makes me wonder why I smoked them. Yesterday was brilliant, I'm officially on a foundation art course as of about 2:00pm yesterday. Nice teacher too. I was there with a very pretty and slightly strange girl. The interview I mean. She seemed quite nervous and put "etc" at the end of every sentance which I could no longer restrain myself from laughing at when she said it for about the hundredth time. After the interview I went with D, Dan, Danny, Martin and Peter to the pub to celebrate their end of college foreverness. We all got intoxicated, I downed some nasty looking vodka Dan's parents got on holliday, it was in a plastic paint stripper style bottle and my stomach rejected it onto Dan's drive. The pub was good despite my lack of moneyness, we had a "laugh" as luiz would say. After leaving the pub we stole these foam tube things from scafolding (I have no idea who thats spelt, tell me how if it bothers you). We used these trusty tubes for shakespearian/star wars style dules in the street. After that we went and sat under the stars in the Denbigh high school field next to our beloved tree. I drank crap wine, we talked about the good days and Peter removed part of a fence which made Danny irate for a while. We sang songs and made our way back to Dan's. The End.

Last night I dreamt that I was singing "dream brother" by Jeff Buckley. In a dream, weird.

Hey people, or whoever reads this, I'm guessing they are people too though. I don't have much to say. This is a nice song by the way...

http://www.sparkletunes.com/mp3/handsmix2.mp3




Ignore all the stupid stuff below, its nothing but idiotic.

Word of the week ---- mundane ----
Brr, I'm shivering and I can't tell whether its because I'm cold or my nervous system is making me feel cold because it wants me to curl up in a warm bed and sleep.
Right now I'm thinking too much for my own good, (above would be a good example) its a dangerous thing for imaginative people like me to have enough time (which I unfortunately have) to imagine every possiblity of everything. Its not comforting to think that all my favourite artists lost their minds. I need climb or be pulled from this lonely hole I think it would take more than the time between now and september (when I start my foundation course) for me to lose my mind, I guess I'll end up getting depressed until then. That is if I don't have something like a job or a girlfriend. Sorry my writing is all dissjointed, I can't round the subject off before the next thought comes. Madness, I'm trying to out run my own thoughts! There I go again! Argh, I need something to focus on that I won't get bored of. I keep getting tired and not being able to sleep, its really very anoying, it means I have to lay in my horrible wobbly bed thinking even more than usual because my only distraction is the sounds of my own movement and blackness. I'm sorry, I don't even know why I'm writing this. Maybe because its making me think less and the typing and translating abstract thoughts into words in a nice distraction, or even slows my thinking down that little bit so my hands can keep up. I don't know, its amazing how we have this shocking inabillity to define ourselves, you'd think that we would be the best at it! Arghh it all so deeply complex I get lost forgetting what the thought I had on that subject was thirty thoughts ago or something like that. I wish my memory was better, like some thred I could roll out along the way so I can find my way back. Mind, its pretty hard to remember something that you can't define because you don't even know what it is you're meant to be remembering! This is hopless! I can't sleep and go off into some lovely word of dreams. I could try and immerse myself in a book but there isn't anything I feel like reading right now apart from Keroac I suppose but I think I would just end up getting sleepy eyes, then going to bed and remembering that I can't actually sleep! Help! If only I had some kind of sedative, or drink. I've got to stop keeping empty bottles around my desk. I just get angry because they are empty all the time. I give in, my nervous system has gotten the better of me.

Hey people listen to this! Afghanistan's only girl band!

http://www.m-1.us/m4m_burka_band_-_burka_blue.mp3

Pfffthhthhhh, I feel like an empty baloon.

I dreamt about the world ending again. How weird, its like a regular thing now. I dreamt I was in america somewhere by the sea and a giant red tsunami came crashing towards me and everyone else. There were thousands of people, big crowds ran down streets and got taken away by the red wave, it was pretty scary all I could hear was people screaming and drowning. I managed to escape and get to a multi story car park and was safe. I found an old workshop with some guy in it, he was fixing a train, he told me I could come with him. He claimed that this trian would be our ticket to living through the apocalypse. He had a little girl with him who I think was his daughter, she had a pet monkey. I spoke to her a while until he monkey escaped through a window. She went after it and I heard a scream. An old man came running in with a knife, yelling, I couldn't hear what he was saying and eventually pinned him down so he didn't kill the guy with the train. His wife came in after with a big metal pole, she started hitting me with it. She yelled how the girl outside had been killed and it was all our fault. Her dad broke down in tears and I let go of the old man. The end.

Listen to some of this stuff...

http://cuneiformrecords.com/bandshtml/univers.html

Things are not good. Damn things. I failed an interview fro safeway (bastards! That Tracey will burn in hell!), I'm i'll, boredom is eating me alive, I'm a bloody loner surrounded by couples and my family are doing their best to push me that little bit further over the line. Its amazing how everything can go from being amazing to this in a weekend.

Hahaha! My dad is ranting at my mother and she isn't even in the house, she left about a minute ago! Hahahahahah!

I was just scared that my head would turn into an orange. I still am, please no! I don't want an orange for a head!

Not much has happend lately, last night my friends neglected to aknowlage the fact that I exist. Today I went to chester and purchased three cds and I just finished watching Doctor who. I feel sorry for you people who don't have it!

Do people realise how seasonal they are? No one is single at this time of the year, every year. Accept for me and the usual people of course. I wish I was a swan. They seem to have it good, they don't have silly angsty and confused ways of finding a partner and when they find one they stay with them. No cheating, being unsure of sexuality, being tied down or the like. I want to be reincartnated as a swan.

Old people are loud and this is very annoying, especially in cafés. My theory is that they have bad hearing so they speak louder to level things out like someone wearing headphones. Wales contains alot of old people. This is due to the fact that young people can't afford houses in Wales and they don't want to stay here anyway because there is nothing to do. This makes Welsh cafés stressfull. Today I tried to read a Friedrich Nietzche book in one, it wasn't easy. I'll take some Mr. men books next time!

I apologise for all the ranting. There seems to be alot to rant about at the moment somehow. Maybe I'm just bored. I love you all really.

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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.