blar.

Ahhhh good old blogspot. where we can all share our silly teenage views on world happenings on events from around the globe. joy for all =) i'm thinking i should make me a draft entry based on the death of jade goody, and how pleased i am that the papers can go back to reporting news, or in the Daily Express' case - Diana. Its been 12 years! Get over it! Do you think in 12 years we'll be like 'oh yeah remember that jade girl who popped her clogs like 12 years ago?' 'No, who was that?' 'Remember, that fucking racist slag one?' 'Oh her! yes i remember now!' It'll probably still be in the papers then, especially when her son's use the money to buy crack to force their smack addiction they've had since the age of 13. This is what happens when chavs get their way you know. Damn big brother, although their curséd show has thankfully only managed to inflict just the 1 minor celebrity upon us.



Anyway.... here's a game i like to play called 'pretend i know something about politics'. So.... that gordon brown... what's he playing at eh? he's all like scottish and stuff. we should bring back cromwell. from the grave. or petition outside 10 downing street for a lifelike representation of him to be created via plastic surgery to be made to rule over our country. you know who should rule the country? mr pearson. and yes that was a cheap attempt to make george and kavi respond positively :p.

so right now i'm reading the autobiography of slash (guns n roses/velvet revolver guitarist) which is really really really highly recommended. for some reason i always much prefer to read non-fiction, maybe it's because it's actually real, then again you could argue that the purpose of fiction is to 'experience something outside your own life', like films. i'd still rather read an autobiography than some ridiculous (and blasphemous) story of some annoying boy 'wizard'. it's so obviously just a description of one of rowling's acid trips... silly bitch. am i going to get sued for that? probably not. can you imagine if i wrote that in a proper news article? i'd get fired like a motherfizzer. spanish cw sucks.

Here's why hitler was right all along...

only joking! im bored of this shitty blog. now, me and shakeel got bored the other day and have decided to start a new blog where we review music albums, and occasionally films! wahey i hear you all say... here's the link:

http://sealsperform.blogspot.com/

oh and if anyone else feels the urge to review music, films, anything really, just send it along this way. don't worry, we won't claim it as our own work.... maybe. and, if enough people do it, it might look like a real life blog!

Oh When The Snowman Brings The Snow, Well He Just Might Like To Know, He Put A Great Big Smile On Somebodys Face

Remember kids: It's OK t'eat fish, cos they don't have any feelings!

Oh that Kurt Cobain. Lovely chap before he blew his mind out in a garage. But read his book, he comes across as a total bread and butter. And he left behind a wife and a 2 year old daughter. Must've been pretty desperate if y'arsk me. How do we know if fish have any feelings? Do scientists just jab needles at them and assess their reaction? I'd like to be a fish. T'would be nice. Actually no it wouldn't. I'd rather be a polar bear. Rawr.

Christmas is nearly here. Due to my "geeky" nature and to put it nicely "old school" music taste, i have already uploaded 41 pengaleng xmas songs onto the ol' ipod. I know what you're thinking 'Oh em gees Matt, it's only November! Why are you listening to xmas choonage already, you plumb?' You may also be thinking 'Eurgh, Xmas music! it's crap!' But i shall have you know that t'ain't all that bad. How can one possibly say that 'All I Want For Christmas Is You' is crap? (even if it is sung by Mariah Carey *shudders*) It's quite nang. All the sleigh bells, and merriment, and eternal longing for someone she knows she can't have. Oh christmas...

What about Fairytale of New York? Everyone likes that song, with its 'taboo language' and drunkeness, even if it is kind of parodoxical of what Christmas is all about. BE HAPPY! That means you Kavi! And erm... flame..... its Xmas, the most wonderful time of the year, the hap-happiest season of all! WOOP! I think i'll go and find some tinsel now. BYEEEEEEE.

ghosts and shiz.

i think there is such a thing as an alien. dont you think is semi-irrational to claim that theres no extra-terrestrials at all? i mean, out of the MILLIONS of other planets/moons there must be other life somewhere. id like to meet an alien. until he did experiments on me. i also reckon that theres a parallel universe out there somewhere, i.e. an earth exactly the same as ours, with exactly the same people, and the same events, at exactly the same time. that would be cool.

i'm into this whole paranormal concept at the moment too. i used to be pretty skeptical about it all but now i totally believe in ghosts and all that malarkey. i was at my aunts house in hertfordshire the other week (somehow that makes it seem really posh :s) and my aunt was telling me about this weird incident that had happened a few months back. basically, this house used to be a farmhouse and is built on what used to be apple fields. and in their back room is a big, original period fireplace, which is now disused. anyway, one day my cousin max (who was 3 at the time) just stood and stared at this fireplace for like a minute. when my aunt asked him what he was looking at he said 'that man in the fire' really casually. now obviously there was no actual man in the fireplace, so my aunt asked him where the man was and max explained to her that there was a farmer with a hat and bag of apples in the fireplace looking out at them. by this stage my aunt was pretty freaked out so she asked him why the man was in the fireplace, to which he replied 'he threw himself in the fire because he was really really sad'. a couple of hours later his twin sister kate (who was not in the room the first time) managed to back up the description of the man perfectly, and pointed to the exact same spot, claiming she'd seen him before. now neither of them knew that the area used to be apple field, nor did they know that it was an old farmhouse. they wouldn't understand the concept of death, let alone suicide, and probably didnt know what a fireplace did. strange isnt it? i myself have seen the family cat sitting and staring at that same fireplace for ages.

another family member of mine (who is a hardcore hindu and hence knows all about this spiritualness) explained it all by saying that when people die unhappily, with unfinished business, or a certain attachment, the leave behind part of themselves as a sort of 'electric energy' or ghost to you and me, which can only be picked up by those most sensitive, i.e. young chidren, and that this is a skill which we lose as we get older or more aware. dogs barking/ staring at nothing are common things related to ghosts too. so yeah i believe in all this, i doubt many else will...

Road trippin' with my two favorite allies

Fully loaded we got snacks and supplies

It's time to leave this town, it's time to steal away

Let's go get lost, anywhere in the U.S.A.



-Red Hot Chili Peppers



I want to go on a road trip. come on, lets go. actually it costs money. we have to get to americey, then rent a car. then petrolise. then learn to drive. then be 21 in most states. ok this was a silly idea now. a UK road trip would be boring. it all looks the same. silly england.



unless we hitchike! then we wont have to pay money! but we would be in for some serious rapery. hmmm....

i dont know which 'two allies' i would even road trip with. or if anyone else is even up for this. actually as i know the only people likely to read this are merrett, vaishna, kavi, george and pete, fancy a holiday to america? come on then, off we pop. maybe when im like a millionaire i could pay or it.



Mama i'm a Millionaire but I feel like a bum.

Mama i'm a Millionaire but I feel like the only one.



just remembered im not actually one of those. can you imagine how much pressure you would actually get from your friends if you won the lottery? i've always imagined that i'd give my friends a sizeable amount of cash if ever i did win the lottery, but know i dont think id know where to draw the line. and also people would always want you to buy them food, gig tickets etc. probably. but t'would still be good i guess. probably.

Probably? Yeah, I don't like that word. Kind of what ‘probably’ really means. Yeah, uh-huh. "Your mom probably won't stick her head in the oven" y’know? I'm sorry, but I'm not hanging all my hopes of Rachel and I living together on-on "Probably!" Y’know? You gotta take care of yourselves! In this world history teaches us nothing!

lol.

No-one Can Destroy The Metal, The Metal Will Strike You Down With A Vicious Blow

woah! i took kavis advice and had coffee. lots of it. yuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuum

kia ora crows!
kia ora crows!
i wonder what those.
little guys knows.

not alot if you ask me cos there all dead they is. dead as a doornail. christmas carol quote. zoop. pukka pad, pukka pad. tis mad tis. sugar puff's honey monsters dead too. he did that shit crimping advert so the boosh sooed his yellow furry ass. and the coco monkey. i bet that gang of gorillas finally got him. ummmmmmmmmmmmm bongo! that was nice twas. i bet tony the tiger got deported back to wherever he came from. maybe i should call my kid(s) tony the tiger.

that's the importance of being idle you know. and you know john pantsil? his real name's john paintsil but the dudeizzle sortin out his form 4 his visa typoed it so know he has to play as john pantsil. pretty odd. forrest gump. wow i should call my kids that instead. forrest wicks. choongity. i read in the metro the other week of some whorebag gave their kid the middle name of 'umbrella' after the song. fuckin idiot. if ur naming ur kid after a song do it right. like ok whats the best song ever? hallelujah. call them that. or go really obscure. like RAPE ME! now thats a name nobody will bloody forget. we have crap names compared to these. so to conclude ill be naming my child 'forrest rape me tony the tiger hallelujah wicks' and y'all can hold me to that. maybe.

people are always like what do you want to be after uni? which is flannell because in reality id LIKE to be an astronaut. id LIKE to be an oil baron. id LIKE to put hallucinogens in miss jordan's tea, then have my english class dress up as 'death' and scare the shit out of her. id LIKE a jaguar. not a car. a real one. id ride it to school i would. just go into the quad on a panthers back then let him come to all my lessons. i would name him jeremy. he would be big and furry and nice :)

The Past Was Yours, But The Future's Mine

So i went to this Leicester Uni joint today. That means THE leicester uni, not 'de montford', who appear to have spent a shitload of money on advertising. To start with, they advertise during Friends on E4. Now Friends rakes in an estimated 1m viewers a day on E4, so that must cost them loads. Then they sent CDs/DVDs ( i didn't open mine, so i don't know which it was) to EVERY person applying to uni this year.

Wow.

Anyway... the uni was all fine and dandy but i couldn't help but think about how much life is going to change. Actually that's a bit cliched. One of my good friends was saying the other month how he can't wait to get to uni. Infact, most of my friends are saying that. But i myself am not as fussed. At the moment i'm even enjoying school. That's probably something to do with me having almost as many free periods as i do lessons, but i'm also alot happier now than i have been for quite a while...

But i guess that's all over soon. We have to make the most of this year, be it going on holiday together, or expressing how much we care about each other alot more - we need to make things change to make things last. Hang on, now im contradicting myself. Blah. I don't know what i want in the the future. But at least i'm sure of all the things i got ;)