MAD FREAKIN' BEATS YO.

MY DAD IS ON THE ROOF. Random, I just looked out the window and saw him.
Anyway. That feeling, the one where you're let down and you really wanted to do something. Ashleigh and I got so excited about doing a photography course, but the only free one was 40 miles away. And of course we cannot drive. What. A. Fucking. Butt.
Anyway, life goes on. I think I know what I want to do in the future! This is a massive breakthrough since before this I thought I was going to end up washing the Queen's toenails. Am I even worthy of that? That is a rhetorical question by the way.
Media studies, Journalism, Photography and I will have to do english, but poo on that, no more Shakespeare pleassse, he makes me wanna sleep. That's not a good thing. Unless you're an insomniac, but I'm not.
If you are, try reading a few plays by Baldy man. Might cure you!



I play mad freakin' beats when I kick the wall!