I've also come to the conclusion that i would gladly cut out this next year of my life and head straight to Uni, Band, whatever, i can't be bothered to sit through the monotony that has become Stanborough sixth form, in fact general 6th form life, i hate three of my four subjects, and i'm gravely disappointed in the other.
On the plus side, i have been ultra productive, cutting it fine with writing new songs, set is almost done, time to practice and its about that time where i get to play "That Guy" the "Pushy, nagging, focus on the band because he blatantly has nothing else in his life and no prospects blah blah blah" i get to play that guy for the next month. Fun Times.
Introducing the topic that has literally been haunting me since discovering, im going to a party on friday with basically everyone from my old school year group, i left in year 9 and have not spoken to anyone since, bar a few. I have o idea what they think of me now or will think of me and i'm nervous beyond belief. I feel like its my first day at a new school, which is so ironic its ridiculous.
This week i received some really nice recognition, which has given a well needed measure of hope. On many occasions i reassured myself that the past should definitely stay dead, and that i have great friends lurking where i didn't expect.
And found enough time to say FUCKING READING 09! FUCKING TOUR!
i hate life...
i love life.
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