vaugelychilly

Well I seem to have recovered from that little emo infection I caught there not too long ago. You turn your back for three seconds and BAM! you catch emo. Triggered by non-fantastic events, an outbreak can be devestating on your psyche and stocks of black fringe hair dye.
It was such an embarassment I had to slash and burn all around me to erase all traces of it.
Nope, less of that.


Day off today. Spent attempting to learn how to photograph things and work my camera.
I wanted to take a picture of a eastern european shop attendant girl who had the most perfect complection I've ever encountered in real life, but was too bound by social rules And fear, let's not forget the fear.

Just got a text inviting me out to an Xbox night in some pub somewhere. Will go, but not for the games, no. Just for the social interaction. And the fact I have a day off tomorrow most probably and feel the need to go out when I can. And the need to imbibe alcohol and possibly look at girls from afar.
















I spent the night steping up and playing Knights Of Cydonia on a fucking Marshall stack with an SG (the guitar, not an actual girl from here) in a pub populated by 11 people.
Then spent the next hour teaching those 11 people the riff so they could rock themselves into oblivion.
Fucking GO MUSE!