I think I’d rather do annnnything but this psychology report that’s in for tomorrow. I don’t even understand it. It’s GAY.
So here I am bloggethoning 
Got another gig to chat about: Streetlight Manifesto! They were supporting Reel Big Fish at Manny Academy 1 on Sunday night. They made me happy. Especially when they played ‘Point, Counterpoint’, although where I was stood I seemed to be the only person who knew the words *go me*. I lost Emma and Natalie when that song came on, and I got in with the ‘pit’ but it wasn’t even a fun skanking pit…it was just loads of sweaty, fat lads, jumping up and down.
Which lead me to decide they should seriously make it compulsory, that when you walk into a gig venue, you are sprayed with deodorant. I mean fair enough, people sweat -I don’t mind that, but it’s when they sweat and they fucking stink! It smelt so much of feet at one point, that I could have thrown up, and because I’m smaller I get all their back fat sweat in my face. I didn’t have this problem at From Autumn To Ashes, the crowd were all girls or prepubescent boys who haven’t mastered the art of grossing anyone out with their BO, within a 5 metre radius.
So sweaty, fat, grossoids aside, I had fun. It was less violent than FATA, I only got hit in the nose, and the back, although my T-shirt got ripped and I bust my lip as a fatty shouldered me in the mouth. Oh and some dick’ed infront of me was wearing high heels and she jumped on my foot, right on my big toe joint, so I punched her in the head. I have a bruuuise there now 
Other than that I haven’t actually done much recently. I became a bit of a recluse, staying in bed like all day, and hating everything. Then I got a letter from uni saying I’d missed lectures and I had to contact them. So (eventually) I thought I better do something. Went to talk to old Andy Wiseman (the Combined Honours guy) yesterday, didn’t really sort anything out, in fact he was a bit difficult to talk to, but somehow I feel better about things (??)
Got my car fixed, looks as good as new, only £120 too. But a bird has crapped all over it now, can’t wait to go home and wash it. Which will be this weekend, for me Mam’s 50th Birthday, *yay for a nice meal with the family* and hopefully on Friday I’m going out with my bro and me cousin’s for a wild one in Lytham St.Annes!
Back to Psychology now I guess…
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