So why don't you slide?

I had the nicest dream about you last night. I was supposed to go out with this guy, but he wasn't very nice, and you offered to drive us. You said something to him and he let us go together and you took me to this restaurant. It got as far as paying some sort of charge but then I woke up. I was so depressed when I woke up. I only want to spend my time with you, as pathetic as that sounds.

In the dream I wore this dress and you told me I looked beautiful and you linked my arms. You were wearing a suit, you looked perfect.

Man, I wish you weren't so far away. I don't even know if you're in Wolverhampton at the moment. All I know is that I miss you. So much. I'm so close to e-mailing you but I know that you don't think we should talk properly until I'm 18. It's just so far away, and what if it's too late. What then?

Man, only idiots fall in love with...people like you. But dammnit I have and I wish you read this blog.

Can You Pretend I'm Amazing?

I love this song so much, I'm gonna share it with you all.

Amazing - Blue October

How am I supposed to breathe?
I try to relax. I touch your still frame
So I can watch you closer
And study the ways I believe I belong to you
I scratch at your waist line... your doll hair
I dig up the thought of how your eyes glow
So I make you my religion, my collision, an escape goat
So have I found your secret weak spot, baby?

Can you pretend I'm amazing?
I can pretend I'm amazing...
Instead of what we both know
I cut to the punch line baby
Can you pretend I'm amazing
Instead of what we both know

Now our history is for sale
And for that I apoligize
You see you're my only know how
The study of when I believe I belonged to you
You see I've made you into something delicious,
My sweet ghost
So have I found your secret weak spot, baby?

Great lyrics, Great song. Download it. Now.

I take it all back...

Does exactly what it does on the tin. I'm sorry I was shit with you up til now. There's so much I didn't say, but I think I said enough. I hope I did.

Keep in touch

LOLZ

Herow!





After a productive college mag we came up with this very fetching picture.





OMDZ!

It's Ganfald, Init!

Enjoii.

Kthxbai!

Blogging about other people blogging

I just caught the start of the documentary on Channel 4 about the lady who decided to blog about her sex-life. I would link you but I have better things to do and if you Google 'Girl with a one track mind' then you shall find it there.

It was just interesting to see what other people blog about. It was just something I found amusing, I really have nothing of worth to say about the subject.

Ahem. Moving on.

I am going to Poland on Monday. Can't wait. Me and Rin are gonna sex up the Polish boys (see, there was a point to the start of this post). I guess I'm just restless and need something to do and here I am.

It's odd. There's this guy in the year above me at college and I am fascinated by him. Don't ask me why because I couldn't tell you. The only thing I can think of is he looks vaguely like Gerard Way. But I don't fancy him, no. I just like to look at him. Like an ornament. I don't even know his name. I don't really care, I just think he's pretty. It's very odd. He sat in front of me on the bus and I stared at his head for the whole journey. He has really nice, long black hair. It's a very strange occurence.

My drama teacher lost yet another one of my coursework sheets. AGAIN. Eejit. He lost my other one too and after claiming that he didn't lose things he eventually found it. GIMP.

Anyway,

Am gonna end this here. :)

Having a Blink 182 moment

I miss you and if you ever cared you would be here.

But you're not, so you didn't.

I was just a chore to you, I get that now. Poor little depressed girl, have to do something so she doesn't kill herself. Urgh. I'm alone. I understand that now and I don't want anything more from you. Once I'd left I should've known you would forget as quickly as possible.

There's something that I can't quite explain...

I want to kiss you. Is that forward of me? Every time you sit near me, every time you talk to me, every time you look at me, I want to kiss you.

It's not like me to want someone so badly. It's like me to wear my heart on my sleeve, sure, and I'm not opposed to drooling over Toro, but with you it's just something takes a hold of me and I want to be near you. I want to touch you. To kiss you.

Man, this isn't like me at all really, not a bit. Maybe it's the real thing, how the hell would I know? I've never been...there before. Even though every time with him and a few others I've been close. You're different. God aren't you different.

I can't think of anything more to say. Isn't that strange? With all the others I could write reams and reams, about how I miss them, about how they hurt me. But with you, you haven't hurt me. Sure, I miss you, but not in the aching way I missed them because I never had them like I almost have you. I know that come Monday I will see you. More importantly, you will see me. And I don't care if you never get it. I don't care if I'm wrong and I never get to kiss you, as long as you never know, there's no way I can get hurt. You see? Here's the logic. I'd sacrifice us to be around you. If no-one ever tells you how I feel and we can go on like this then where is the problem? For once, I am content.

I don't care what they say...

Maybe I was stupid to e-mail you. Both times. In fact, I was stupid to e-mail you, and I was stupid enough to think that you would bother e-mailing me back. You've changed and I don't know what changed you. I thought you would always be there to lend an ear but this weekend you were just making excuses for yourself. I don't want messages from other people telling me this and letting me know that. I don't want your reasons or your logic. All I wanted was someone to talk to and you couldn't provide that. And I can't help thinking I was just a job to you - and if I was fine, but don't go pretending that you're willing to go beyond the call of duty to help someone when you're just not. Do not patronise me.

As for the holiday, you're not being fair. On them or on me. We don't deserve it. We just want you to make up your mind and stick to it. You want me to be honest? Fine. Stupidly, I want you there. Probably because I am a huge fool and masochistic to boot, but I do want you there. Even though you're not yourself, even though time after time things have happened to change stuff, I still want to see you.

What changed? Why did you change? Or where you like this all along and I didn't realise? I don't know but there's the man I know and I can't find him in you anywhere. I was a bitch this weekend. I admit that. I was hurting, fuck I was hurting so much. I felt like I meant nothing. As soon as my name was off the record it was out of your mind too - and maybe that is how it is for you. I don't know, but after everything, can it be? I don't want to lose touch. It's not like I want to talk to you all the damn time, or anything like that. It's just - I would like you to drop me a line every now and again. Can't you understand? You know some of the most personal stuff about me and it's a big part of me and you're the only person who can help sometimes, who can keep me from going off the rails, and make me smile. That's selfish, I know. That sounds like I want to just use when I want and then drop you when I don't. It's not like that.

I know I'm young, and really stupid sometimes. Just know that I want you in my life. Maybe you don't want me in yours and if you just tell me I can take it. I'll leave you be.

Don't hurt them because of me though - if that's what it's about. If anyone shouldn't be going on holiday it's me. Not you. So don't not come on my account. I'll stay away from you, keep myself to myself. I feel extremely guilty that you're more willing to lose money than come. It's just not right.

We can work something out. I'm so fucking sorry for being stupid.

Hex.

Polo Overdose...

Is it possible to eat too many polo's? Especially when they are 'Extra Strong'? Ah well, they're keeping me awake. I'm so tired, but really it is worth it. Had drama rehearsals alllll this week on top of the very late night after the My Chemical Romance gig. Add homework to the equation and you have a Hex that be dead on her feet.

Thar be the weekend tomorrow folks! RAVE! Well, not really 'Rave' is it? I have a driving lesson at 8am, which means another early morning. *Cue cries of BOOO & Hissss!* And then I have to buy something fancy for speech day and then I have to go to speech day AND THEN I have to do Metamorphosis and Streetcar and on top of all that have a life. Blegh. It's rubbish.

And who, pray tell, invented boys and all their stoopid ways? Whoever it is I wanna shoot them because two certain men are always on my mind and gah! it's so annoying. But apart from that it's all peachy :] <3>

Luuurving college and all it entails. Buuut looking forward to Poland! You know it babay! Me and Rin are gonna rave it up in the snow. I must by a warm jacket or I shall come back as an icicle. Not fun.

Anyhoo, I have an English lesson soon with the Human Sedative. So I shall love you puppies and leave you.

To infinity and beyond!

Last night will go down in history...

As one of the best gigs in the history of the world.

My Chemical Romance. Sheffield Hallam FM Arena. A 2 hour car journey. Right in front of Ray Toro. 3 people away from the barrier.

Can you people say 'Immense'?

Of course, I will always say that they rocked the house down and they kicked ass and that Toro looked mighty fine (which he did) but every word I speak/write about this gig is true.

We got there late. I was stressed, excited, terrified, etc. When we entered into the arena Mindless Self Indulgence were about 3/4's into their set. Honestly, I'm not keen on them, but they put on a bloody good show, so kudos to them for that.

I'll admit, I was stropping. I don't like being at the back, I wanted to be near Toro for my last gig for 2(ish) years, so we pegged it into the crowd and did the whole shuffling into gaps thing. Me and my friend assembled a bulldozer and chugged our way nearer and nearer.

And then it started. They came on.

Toro wearing some weird lookin' mask and other strange props. Gerard in a waistcoat people! Mikey looking as emotionless as ever ( we love him really) and the substitute drummer and rhythm guitarist. I was going insane in that very moment. This wasn't the Black Parade. This was My Chemical fucking Romance. Thus followed the best 1 hour and 10 minutes ever. Period. 2 new, immense songs. A very sexy looking Toro and the best songs ever to grace my ears. Yes, I cried in Cancer, again.

Moving on, I don't wanna talk it out. I'm in a bad mood this morning. I don't wanna moan and whine, but I'm a teenager, it's what I'm good at. It's all boys, boys,boys. One college boy in particular. Hmm. That is all.

I'm tired and just cannae be bothered.

Loves.

Hmm...

When I said get out of my head, I didn't mean get out of my life. Just in case you're reading this. You've got some nerve. I don't know what you're trying to do, but you're being an idiot and you better get your priorities straight, kay?

If you're not going to come to Poland, don't. Just don't go messing everybody around on it and making people feel like shit. Personally, I don't give a crap whether you are there or not. No, I won't be uncomfortable. The only way it would be is if you made it so.

Contrary to popular belief...I don't hate you. Hell, I've tried to hate you but I meant every single thing I wrote in that letter. Do you still have that, or have you chucked it? I guess I'm a walking, talking contradiction. I want to shut you out sometimes but I still want you to be a part of my life. That's not so bad is it? I want to e-mail you, ask you out for a coffee or something. But I wouldn't want you to think it was inappropriate or something.

I guess I shall see you next Saturday, if you're going to be there. If not, see you around.

Avenged Sevenfold - Avenged Sevenfold

Avenged Sevenfold - Avenged Sevenfold

Very rarely has a rock album been described as sexy but in this case the word sexy is the only one that comes close to describing the smooth self-titled new record from Avenged Sevenfold. Our boys have grown up and left their tales of sex, drugs and rock n roll firmly locked in their last 3 albums. The new record is mature, smooth and draws influences from almost every genre in music you can imagine. These guys could have played it safe but after the phenomenal success of ‘City Of Evil’ in 2005 the band had to show they could step it up and two years later their ascension has allowed them to make rock history. This is the album that will make Avenged Sevenfold.

I was more than eager to hear this record. In fact, I was downright exploding to hear it and in describing this album ‘disappointed’ does not enter my vocabulary. I had high expectations and the first two singles that will be taken from the album showed me that these guys had exceeded every expectation I had. ‘Critical Acclaim’ is a gutsy, mature, and strangely political rant that will cause your brain to leak out of your ears (in a good way, of course). If M Shadows’ [vocals] doesn’t have your eyes rolling into the back of your head, then guest vocals from The Rev [drums] certainly will.
This, my friends, is sex on a CD. ‘Almost Easy’ is a song that will own your soul on one listen. Jarring guitars, a solo that will make your nose bleed and a chorus that will have you crooning along almost as well as M Shadows profusely insisting ‘I’m not insane/I’m not/Not insane.’ Sure you ain’t honey.

The album smashes through your CD player never letting up on raucous drums and guitar solos that will, quite frankly melt your face off and reduce you to a quivering, but satisfied, wreck. What can I say? These guys are good.

If you’re a fan of A7x (That’s a shortened version of Avenged Sevenfold, for all you noobs) then you know that you’d be hard pushed to find a ballad, or even a slower paced song on ‘City Of Evil’. And maybe, I hear you say, this will be the same case on their new album. Think again my hard rocking amigos! Those hard asses have gone soft and now you will find at least three heart wrenchingly beautiful songs that lean a bit more to the slower side. ‘Dear God’ and ‘Gunslinger’ will have you crying into your little black handkerchiefs as the band unravel the emotional roller coaster that is being a rock star, almost acoustically! Far from being the one track minded ‘we’ll scream you to death’ artists, the guys have branched out. ‘Lost’, which starts with a church organ, is an electronic feast for the ears but not to the extent you want to strangle yourself with the synth lead. The balance is struck with the precision of musicians who have been doing this sort of thing for years and although the guys in A7x certainly aren’t spring chickens they aren’t headed for the grave just yet, so this is no mean feat. The guys obviously had to put a lot of blood, sweat and tears into this album, as they aren’t on a concept level anymore. This is raw emotion at it’s finest, and boy don’t we just love it.

Lyrically, the album is genius. A7x have never been one to pull any punches when it comes to writing chorus’ that will blow your mind, accompanied by Synyster Gates’ guitar riffs that cause your socks to jump off your feet and run away screaming. The combination is disturbingly brilliant. ‘Scream’ – My personal favourite, closely followed by every other song on the album – very fittingly starts with a scream, but more to the point harbours the sexiest lyrics, albeit creepy, in the history of the world. Shadows growls ‘You know I make you wanna scream/ You know I make you wanna run from me.’ Maybe it’s just me but I have to restrain myself from tracking down Mr Shadows and…

Ahem. Moving on.

‘Brompton Cocktail’ is an astonishingly emotive song that left me reeling. It appeals on both a metaphorical and literal level. Husky vocals and grinding guitars dominate this track with a chorus so declarative and emotive that your heartstrings will be well and truly plucked. This is no half assed attempt at a song that could potentially touch a lot of people, he sings ‘I won’t struggle on/ In a world so cold/ In a world so wrong.’ Emotive, huh? This ain’t no ballad either, it’s aggressive, husky, dominant and threatens to eat your face with one false move. What’s not to like about it?


What tops this whole record off is the penultimate song on the record. It is the song, which shows Avenged Sevenfold off as true rock royalty. ‘A Little Piece Of Heaven’ is a colossal kick ass 8 minute 2 seconds ménage a trois of pain. Imagine the mentally deranged playing musical instruments and advancing on you while laughing manically and you have the track ‘A Little Piece Of Heaven’. Key changes, tempo changes, full orchestras, creepy kid choir, synthesisers and, probably, a keytar jammed in their somewhere. This is Bohemian Rhapsody with schizophrenia and Jesus of Suburbia on acid. ‘Dear God’ closes the album, and after the aggressiveness of 80% of the album, this is Avenged Sevenfold stripped of their whole hard knock façade. It almost feels as if you’re floating on air and Shadows’ voice is able to mould itself to the softness of the song while still retaining its huskiness. The guitar solo is reminiscent of Queen and Guns n Roses. Whoever said rock was dead is wrong. With artists like this around rock is very much alive and kicking.

This record shows the transformation of a band that was once good but is now becoming great. It is very fitting for the album title to be Avenged Sevenfold because it shows everything and more of what they briefly touched on in previous albums and I have a feeling that the following year for them is going to be great.

Ramblings

I figured I could write this here since no-one really reads it, so no-one will ask me about it.

I miss him. I didn't a few weeks ago but now he's got in my head and he plain just refuses to bugger off. I dreamt about him last night, and it wasn't a lovely romantic "...and they lived happily ever after" dream either. It was horrible. We were arguing but he was behind this window and I was on the outside, and I couldn't see his face. God, I haven't seen his face in so long. I've seen him, yes. But always from inside a car or ages away. I hope he hasn't forgotten about me.

Damn it! I just wish things were simpler. I wish I didn't think about him and when I did think about him it didn't hurt like hell. Damn, I'm so whiny. Someone shoot me and tell me to get over it? God's sake.

If you're reading this, you'll know who you are. Just a note for you to get out of my head, please.

Living For The Weekend.

I'm tired. I'm tired and bored. I'm tired, bored and hungry. I'm tired, bored, hungry and whiny. Can you blame me? I do not understand how 5 days of sitting on your ass and note taking (with the occassional drama thing) can be so bloody tiring. It's terrible.

And two days in the weekend isn't enough, not by a long shot. I'm like those miners in ye olde times where for every one day of work they did they had to have 3 days rest. Wouldn't that just be the life? I need to sleep and relax and not worry about missing stupid student directed plays and then have to explain to your teacher you didn't check the bus timetable. Humiliating much?

Grrr. College is awesome. Don't get me wrong. I've made so many new friendlings and stuff but I just can't keep up with the pace. I need a spare minute to sleep and think about what it is to be human and all those philosophical things like : Where do I come from? and Why am I here?!

On another note I have decided to be a vegan. I read a book called Skinny Bitch and it's like my bible now. The stuff in it was revolting and it really made sense to the non sensical. Awesome. So yes, now I don't eat dairy, meat, eggs, etc etc. Part of the reason is because I wanna lose weight, of course, what woman doesn't? And another part is that I'm intrigued to see what happens. However, the cafeteria in our College is not vegan friendly. Yes, it's vegetarian friendly. Don't eat chicken carcass? Here have some cheese made from the milk sucked brutally out of a cow by big metal machines. Yum.
Yes, I did used to eat meat and cheese and milk, but now I have a whole new perspective on everything else and I rock. So screw you.

Moving on to happier things. I am going to see My Chemical Romance on 13 Nov. Rock on. It will be the third time this year and the fourth in my lifetime. It makes me so happy. I'm also going to Poland with my friend Rin, we're going to drink Vodka and party like it's 2007....Wait, it is 2007. Okay, some retro year! I'm also going to see the Plain White T's. Okay, they aren't My Chemical Romance but they have that song I can sing like Sylvester the cat "Hey There Delilah." Awesome. And thennnn in February I am going to see 30 Seconds to Mars (Or 20 Seconds To Venus depending on who you are!) Maybe when I walk past Shannon Leto this time I'll notice him before it's too late and get an autograph. Idiot.

Well, I have an english lesson in 10 minutes. Oh joy of all unadulterated joys. So I'm gonna have to scoot. I'll just leave you with this golden nugget of wisdom from my fingertips:

Good sex is safe sex.

That is all. Love, Loves.
Hex

Give A Guy A Guitar And I'm His

Yes, yes. We all know I have a thing for guys who play the guitar - especially if they play it well. I was just watching the Famous Last Words video, you know, the one by My Chemical Romance? And it hit me that normally I would not find Mikey attractive. Hey, the guy's good looking enough, just not my type. However...give the guy a (bass) guitar and I would not say no. Odd, isn't it?

Okay, so maybe I wouldn't jump on Adolf Hitler if he was holding a guitar but you get the point. There is something insanely attractive about a man holding a guitar and now I am going to attempt to analyse why I find it attractive.

1) Man hands.

Look at the hands on that guy! (That guy being Raymond Toro, if you didn't already know) A guitarist, ideally, needs long fingers and strong hands. What is more attractive than long fingered, strong hands? Well...that leads me on to my next point...

2) Good Thighs.

The picture that demonstrated the hands slightly showed how good a guitarist's thigh can be but I felt we needed a better picture...



Those right there are some good thighs...

Okay, I think I may have turned this blog into a Ray appreciation one, but hey, it's good stuff. And aside from his manliness, and his good hands, and thighs. The guy can play the guitar awesomely well. So kudos to him for that. It's just an added bonus that he is ruggedly handsome...

Right, I shall stop before I embarrass myself further. God Speed.

I'm Starting A Campaign

A revolutionary campaign that will change the world! It shall be a campaign against bad grammar, bad spelling, bad punctuation, just bad writing full stop. I'm sick of people being lazy and shortening every other word just because it's too much of a strain on their poor little stumps to stretch to a couple more letters on the keyboard.

Observe. Stupid, lazy people type like this:

Lyk omg!11 2dy I wnt 2 c mi bf nd e ws sngging anthr boi!

I must say I found that extremely difficult to type. Wouldn't it be ten times easier to type the right spelling of things? The word at least. 'Mi' for some reason used instead of 'my'. Why is that? The letter 'I' is one key away from the letter 'Y', what's so difficult about tapping the right one? It's the same with 'boi' and do not get me started on the substitution of the exclamation mark for a 1. It makes no sense to me and it never will. All it takes is for you to press the SHIFT key and Eureka! an exclamation mark. But no, that would be way too easy.

Why are you people desecrating our language? Personally, I think we have a lovely, flowing language when it's used in the right way. In an elegant way, like it used to be. We at least owe it some of it's former glory.

So, before you type that '2' instead of 'to', before you shorten words to insanely unreadable cods- wallop. Ask yourself:

Would my grandma/granddad/resident old person understand this?

If the answer is no then retype, rethink, rephrase. Do something to make it easier to read, easier to understand. I can guarantee people will listen to you a lot more, simply because they understand you a bit better.

If you made it this far, I thank you sincerely and if you didn't well you're not reading any more so it doesn't matter!!

Goodbye!

Back To Basics.

So, I start college on Wednesday 5th September. Marginally daunting but at the same time ultra exciting. New people, new subjects, new scenery to observe while not listening in class. What could be better about starting again? Apart from not really knowing anyone and even that can be turned into a positive. There's so many people I'm bound to find someone about 10 gazillion times cooler than some of the deadbeats I left behind. (No offence to some, but lots to others.)

The more I think about it, the more excited I get and less anxious. I suppose that's quite a good thing.

On the downside I've really damaged my thumb. Okay, the phrase 'really damaged' is maybe a bit of an over exaggeration BUT I have damaged it in a very painful way. And I'm sure you want to know all about it, so I'll tell.
It was a bleak Saturday and I was out shopping with a very good friend. When alas! My nail broke. Well, not broke but ripped a little bit. I absent-mindedly just ripped it off, not really being one to scream about such petty things. Except when I ripped it off I was too late in realising that it was broken quite low. Agony then ripped through my thumb as I tore the skin on the top of it. It was painful. To be honest, it didn't bleed very much but you could see the raw skin under the nail and it was just horrible. Needless to say now it hurts very much to press my Shift key but I am a soldier and I will soldier on. I now just have a bloody stump. Joy.

On the plus side...Yes! Good news! It's my 17th birthday on the 9th September. I will be entering the age of not being able to do anything remotely new, except learning how to drive, and I expect I won't be very good at that either. Which reminds me, I have to send off for my provisional! Oh, how organised I am.

I'll also spread the joy at my trip to America. It was an experience at the least. I went with just my parents and oh how they grated on my already frayed nerves. It was a close call with my Father when he made the mistake of annoying me while I was very lethally armed with chopsticks. He survived the event, somewhat traumatised, but he managed it. He's a trooper, like me. We do have photographic evidence of the event but I'm sure you don't want my double chin inflicted on your innocent eyes so I'll leave that.

We saw a lot of good sites in America. A man in San Francisco wearing a skirt and listening to a tape on cassette. (The skirt was very flattering though.) I also saw the Bay Bridge, the Golden Gate Bridge and Alcatraz. All from afar apart from the Bay Bridge, which we drove over. We also went to the lovely village of Hemet in where my great aunt lives. It was there I discovered my love of Crystal Light and also Hot Topic. Good times, good times. We visited Las Vegas for four very long days. The highlight was winning a lot of cuddly toys and going to the Grand Canyon. It is really a very grand place. We got there by bus, small plane and helicopter. It was truly amazing, the whole day was. Apart from the guy behind me on the small plane back to the bus place who chucked up his guts. It wasn't pretty. We also briefly stayed in Santa Monica, it was all very good. I was very glad to return to my creature comforts and jet lag, of course.

And that brings me to the end of this update. No doubt I will provide you with a lengthy one about my first day of college and how fantastic it is.

Take care my friends,
Au revior!

Through running brings clarity

So, I went to the gym today. Big deal for me guys, a round of applause is expected. There is a point to this post so keep reading.

I learnt 3 things:

1) I have abdominal muscles, that I'm capable of using. And when I use them they can hurt
2) I am schizophrenic when I run. Part of me screams: "For God's sake stop, you are going to die!" and then the other part of me shouts: "There's only 20 seconds left. You're bloody weak if you can't do 20 more seconds!" And as tempting as it is to stop, I never can.
3) The young Elvis Presley reminds me of Gerard Way. There was a program on about him on one of the TV's in the gym and the way he is on stage reminds me of the way Mr.Way conducts himself on stage. Two words: Spaghetti.Legs.

And just to prove my point, or not as the case may be:

Gerard Way...Elvis Presley.
.

See. Almost exact!
And the effect both men have/had on women. Well, enough said.

I do not, however, wish Gerard to become overweight and take drugs and stuff. But you get the drift. That man was a God in his hay-day!

Well, my ramblings must come to a close now. But in the words of Arnie Schwarzenegger. I'll be back.

Good morning, or afternoon, or evening depending where you are in the world on this fine day.

I have to go to an Anne Summers party tonight. Oh joy of joys. Like spending the evening with a bunch of screaming, giggling women talking about lingerie and sex toys and god knows what else is my idea of fun. Especially when two of those women are your mother and your aunt. Urgh, I shudder at the thought. But, alas, it's a cross I must bear. It could have been worse.

I've gotten lost in my Pokemon game. Pokemon Sapphire to be exact. I'm taking my time, training up my pokemon. They are around level 30 at the moment. But I don't know where the hell I'm supposed to go next. So, instead I'm just bopping around the place picking fights with people considerably weaker than me. There's a lot to be said for growing up. When I was 11 I could probably have found my way to the Elite Four by now. Wether I would be able to defeat them is a totally different kettle of fish.

I must love and leave you now. Duty calls.
Ciao,
Hex

Let's Talk About Hex

Nice little twist on the old song, don't you think? I guess I should introduce myself now I have your undivided (or, more likely, divided) attention.

I'm Hex. Before you ask, it isn't my real name. It's what's more commonly known as a nickname. Will wonders ever cease?!

You've probably guessed I have an overwhelming tendency to be sarcastic. I must apologize but it's the only thing 5 years of private school taught me. I kid, it also taught me how to hot wire a car.

I live in Britain. In the middle of Britain to be precise. Considering my favorite place to be is the sea-side it seems a bit of a slap in the face to be surrounded by land every day of the year, excluding holidays and field trips and, of course, canals. I suppose the grass is always greener on the other side, but what are you going to do?

My one and only weakness is music. Every aspect of the genre fascinates me. Being a modern girl in what The Jam described as a Modern World, I like modern music. Don't get me wrong, a bit of Mozart, Handel, Phillip Glass or Bach might frequent my iPod every now and again, but you're much more likely to find Iron Maiden, Bullet For My Valentine and My Chemical Romance lurking in the 'Artists' section. Especially My Chemical Romance, since they are my favorite band. I have braced myself for the screams and taunts of 'Emo scum!' to come flying in my general direction. Call me what you will, I will still love the band and all they stand for. As I always say, "An MCR fan does not an emo maketh."

Currently I have a personal vendetta against tea-bags. They don't seem to want to work for me, not at all. Ask me to make you a cup of tea and all you will get is a steaming cup of water with a stagnant tea-bag squatting at the bottom unable to sweat out what it's supposed to. I blame Tetley. They scrapped the genius of the triangular tea-bags with the revolutionary tea releasing technology and went back to basics with the bog-standard circular one that just refuses to yield what it was made for. Needless to say now I drink coffee or get someone else to make me a cup of tea, they seem to have more success.

One of my favorite ever things is being at a beach. But not on a beach in Magaluff or somewhere equally revolting. I like beaches in Wales or Dorset where you can sit on a rock and watch the waves crash against them without half fried children hitting you in the head with a football every 30 seconds and uttering obscene words someone twice their age shouldn't even be privy to. You could say I'm cultural. Never been one to savor the process of getting skin cancer by sitting out in the sun for long periods. More likely find me under a palm tree reading a Steven King book and laughing in a macabre way if I was in that situation at all. Which I probably will be having to be lugged on holiday each year with a family of sun worshippers.

Well, if you're still reading, Well done! This has been a most selfish post but then again we are talking about Hex and I was introducing myself. What did you expect, a rant about how Tony Blair and George Bush have stripped whatever dignity the UK and the US possessed? Honey, TV turned any brain capacity for that kind of conversation to mush a long time ago.

I shall draw to a close for now but I'm random enough to know I shall probably be posting again sometime soon. Until then, take care of yourselves, your families and/or your pets and God bless you all (Even if I am an atheist).

Peace out,
Hex