That picture right there...that's a picture of my good self. My friend Penni and I. We're more than little inebriated, with beer spilt all the hell over our old school uniforms.

I'm on the left, just so you know.

I've got to go to work in the kitchen tonight, I'm not happy about it. The work is unpleasant. Washing dishes. Working in front of the other poor little rich kids at college.

Speaking of. I overheard a conversation between some of the boys that went to Splendour on the weekend...Well, they spent more on drugs than I did for the whole weekend. That shits me. I begin with, drugs are bad mmmkay. And secondly, why would you want to get high and miss out on all the music. It's not like the music needs to be improved by a state of euphoria. It was pretty fucking good while I was sober...Bastards.

Then again, with thinking like that I'm just dismissing all the great music thath was made with the aid of drugs. God. So tricky. But then again...these kids aren't making the music, they're just flailing around and getting in my freaking way. Hugging me in the mosh and shit like that. I'd rather be trod on by some angry metal head than be hugged by some pot smoking hippy. That's just how I feel.

Why are my photos bending? I think it's from being in the sunlight. Stupid...

I'd best get back to work...
sigh.