Procrastination.

oh how i love you.

but not any more. armed with my to do list im going to get stuff done.

booya.

as seen on MTV cribs,

Lewy Weatherley, I love you (and your wardrobe the size of my bedroom.) Happy Birthday again big man :) xxxxxxx

I have a dilemma.

i need to be in Woolsington by 6, i finish work at half 7.

so im going to blog about and hope it goes round the world so fast it changes the laws of physics and makes me on time.

big Keith would be proud of me.

Tom Albrighton

this blog is dedicated to you.

i felt like a proper blogging philistine when i read Hollie lees and Chloe Taylor's proper serious blogs, but you brought me back to ground with yours and now its back to having a beard like Methuselah before i write a blog with a point.

Jamie T was canny good, I'm still buzzing i managed to get a ticket - by the way, Jake woods you are an absolute mess.



Anna I think i should join you when you take pictures at the cluny. my Gig photos are always immense.

Apparently i look like Chris Wilcock, and Russell Howard could be our uncle. i doubt it somehow.

inabit x

2-0

but i missed it :(

John David sports and fashion PLC i would like to be fully reimbursed for my season ticket.

TWOCing Grannies.

aye josh, aye.

i did nothing today. work is wank. that is all.

PHYSICS NERD

me and jake finished before physics double team FAG-SAG today, (fat asian girl, skinny asian girl) we did set ours on fire though which is something they had over us. they reek anyway.

new game: human buckaroo.







three pillows, a bean bag, a remote, and a boat. nice one lees!

ive found a new way to stop customers messing the shop up at work.

lock them in the changing rooms.

i did it twice tonight by accident, once to johns brother, sorry john.

carrie wanted to be in this blog.



there you go.

i'm in love.

i think im developing a thing for tazlema on muslim driving school. i just cant get enough of her.

*i have no inspiring things to tell you tonight
*except that
*I WAS SICK 4 times today and i really loved it
*i even missed the sink the first time
*and it came through my nose and everything

joe comes out with some canny inspiring stuff, he should write a book or something.

another post.

Burgers has inspired me to do my blog again but I dont know what to write. i think my blog needs a theme. I think it should be style tips for the colour blind, sorry Burgess had to get that in there.

im going to write about everyones favourite subject: Me.

HAHAHA first though, i told joe to inspire me, he came back with,

*here this might inspire you
*a couple of my mates were at wor zak craigs the other night
*they pissed on his pillows, all over his walls and on his xbox, also one of them had a shit in his shower
*there
*?

that banter is immense.

unlike Adit Mitra's, he tried to take the piss out of me today, he has no banter, unlike me with more craic than a mud hut in Haiti, he was also wearing some sort of bin bag. I jipped him to fuck.

i hope youre crying now Adit.

aye anyway getting back to the good bit, Me.

i dont have piss on my pillows.

i failed my exams last week, worse than i was expecting, i think i even failed general studies. aparently im on stage one disciplinary for not going to any lessons or doing any work for it since october, i think this means fuck all though so im going to continue blissfully unaware of my own failure.

it was joannas birthday some point last week, i bought her a pitcher of something yellow and alcoholic, then got kicked out the sal, mostly due to the fact callum looks like maddie mcanns younger brother. i think helen necked it.

we went for a meal too, one of the greasy turkish waiters that looked like he slept under the deep fat fryer at quality pizza katie had got into at sammy jacks, happy days.

I also found out the other day that hollie lees is a crack addict. it was unexpected.

ive ran out of banter, so ill tell you a joke.

josef fritzl has brought out a book, i bet its a best cellar.

wheeeey scraping the barrel or what dan.

i can now see why everyones blogs are shit. theyre too hard to write. i cant write anything, especially on paper, i have the hand writing of a blind ethiopian amputee. i wrote a letter the other day acctually. i bought a 'sausage sandwich' from the refectory. it was a bun, with a sausage on top. she hadnt even bothered to close the bun, so disgusted i set about complaining. i got my paper plate and wrote -

'dear college, your sausage sandwiches are shit, you should be ashamed at yourselves, yours sincerely, dan.'

joe drew sexton on the back. it looked like a black clown with an extra chromosone though. then i hid it behind the oasis.

stick it to the man.

i need a courteeners standing ticket, i promised jonny one for his birthday, ive got more chance getting ahold of usain bolts shoe laces though.

peace out mandem. - i need more melanin to keep getting away with this.

x

An Apology

to all avid followers of my other blog, (Nathan, who saw it once.) i lost it. which is easier to do than you might think. So this is my new blog, Auld Lang Syne and all that, a new year a new blog. not that i'm turning over a new leaf or anything i'll just neglect this one just as badly and eventually lose it into the murky depths of cyberspace, like bebo pictures of a 13 year old girl stolen by a turkish pervert, but it's worth a try.