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The following entry may be somewhat random. Blame this on a mind perpetually ping-ponging between subjects like a pinball machine being played by a deaf blind mute called Tommy. Oh yes, and also on the inebriation (which is like being drunk, but classier. And we all know I'm ALL about the class).

So I just got back from the pub for a goodbye drink for this girl who is moving back home to Wales this weekend. Luckily I managed to avoid blubbing like a little girl. Granted, we're not likely to get rid of her that easy, I'm certain she'll be down to London soon enough, and it's not like I've got plenty of good friends who don't live in London, but I've always been sentimental about goodbyes. I have been as long as I can remember, something about the play-it-safe, keep-your-options-open old lady inside of me makes a big deal about a door being closed, an age (however minor) coming to an end. I mean hell, I got sentimental about the last episode of Gamesmaster, and that was shit after a few series, god forbid I have to say goodbye to someone I actually care about. Anyhow, she wouldn't let me get sad about it when I said goodbye so I'll do it here. I'll miss your smile, I'll miss talking to you about girl troubles and vice versa and I'll miss that kind of grinning shrug you do when you're the butt of one of my jokes. See you soon

All because of you,
I believe in angels,
not the kind with wings,
no, not the kind with halos,
the kind that take you home,
when home becomes a strange place,
I'll follow your voice,
all you have to do is
SHOUT IT OUT!

So I've... umm... 'previewed' the new Rise Against album, The Sufferer and The Witness and, well, how can I explain it? It makes me want to leap around the room, jump head-first into a mosh pit that isn't there, beat my fists against the face of the world, thrash and punch and kick and tear and scream sheer bloody defiance. It's a bit good. It does, in fact, make me wish I was more emo just so I could properly appreciate the fact that these guys are really ticked off at someone and they want you to know about it. Some of you who know me know I have a nightmarishly difficult time picking a favourite anything but Rise Against, ever since I heard Siren Song of the Counter Culture, have been my favourite band. Well.. one of my favourite bands anyway. Told you I was shitty at picking favourites.

SHORT VERSION: Get their new album when it comes out in July bitches. I know I will be.

In other news, my life pretty much continues as normal. I went out for Sky's birthday on saturday, and that was a whole bundle of drunken fun, thanks to some lovely company and far too much tequila I felt quite ruined on sunday and fit for little more than stumbling around watching DVDs. Went out yesterday for lunch with a friend, helped a little girl find her mum (awww, she was so cute, poor lass), was incredibly crap trying to find somewhere to eat in Soho, etc etc. Then I went out tonight and, somehow, some way, found myself drinking in The Ship (MADNESS! LUNACY!) and that pretty much brings us up to the present. For once I don't have any plans for this weekend so I might well find myself doing very little indeed. On purpose and everything. Shocking.

So how are you my beauties?