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[22 Jun 2006|07:44am] |
And so it is finalized. And it didn't turn out the way I'd have liked it. That's cool though. I guess.
Peter passed his manager assessment at work, which is good news. Now he can help me out with some things.
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[18 Jun 2006|06:08am] |
You know what, fuck it. I can't be arsed any more.
From now on, the only choice I'm going to make is what to drink, or whether I'd prefer to see Shigeru or BITC today.
Fucking games...
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[10 Jun 2006|06:19pm] |
Certain things make me sad. Certain things make me happy. Certain things make me fucking angry. Certain things confuse the fuck out of me.
You're reading this, you're playing a part in one of the above.
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[16 May 2006|10:20am] |
I'm also getting fucking sick of having no money.
Today I drove to work on an empty tank of petrol, cos I couldn't afford any more.
Today, I haven't even got enough money to buy a cup of tea for breaktime.
Fucking fuck. I'm getting well pissed off. I need to quit smoking.
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[13 May 2006|11:22pm] |
Please disregard my last comment... I'd do her in this picture.
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[13 May 2006|11:17pm] |
I'm getting sick. Not 'ill' sick, just sick of things.
I'm sick of not being able to do and say what I want to, I'm sick of stupid, irrational thoughts holding me back.
I'm sick of not having any money for some fucking ice cream. Argh!
On a lighter note, Fairuza Balk is as unattractive as a midget covered in gorilla shit.
However, American History X FTW!
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[09 May 2006|08:44am] |
You're on your own my little nightmare
You cannot stay here, it's far too bright for you
If they attack you just lay there,
Play dead dear, it's your only hope of pulling through
And seconds they seem like a lifetime,a dream
Recurring a dream that can't come true
And they'll pin it all on you
After all you've been put through
"Sadie G, she's crazy, see?"
That's what the white coats say
And now Ms. Susan A, you're losing every opportunity
To put us all away
Now run along my little nightmare
Your job is done here, you've scared them all to death
If they revive them just sit there,
Just smile dear, make them thankful for every breath
This sentence may seem like a lifetime of screams
That's curdling the blood they found on you,
And your knives and clothing too,
Charlie's broken .22
"Sadie G, she's crazy, see?"
That's what the white coats say
and now Ms. Susan May, you're losing every opportunity
Well they found you and they shipped you up the river the same way
That you bound and gagged, you shot then stabbed.
You tried to set them free, but they've thrown away the keys
"He represented a God to me, that was so beautiful that I'd do anything for him. I'd do anything for God. Even murder, if I believed it was right. How could it not be right if it is done with love? I have no remorse for doing what was right for me. I have no guilt in me."
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[07 Apr 2006|08:50am] |
They found my car... It was still smouldering. Yep, the cunts burnt it out. It's cool though Stone Cold, no use crying over spilt milk n tha.
On a different note, I'm fucking sick of being single. I spend my nights playing Counter-Strike, when I could be spending them with someone else... Beating them up and throwing things. Life is just getting pretty boring right now... EMO MOMENT... No, I'm happy with my life, it's just getting boring and I'd be even happier if I had someone to spend some time with.
That placement at Orange was given to other people. Some bitch and her boyfriend. The idea was, you go down there to train the new call centre staff... HOW ARE YOU GOING TO TRAIN, WHEN YOU HAVEN'T BEEN TRAINED ON A SPECIFIC PRODUCT YOURSELF?!?! Garlands.. Pfft. No logic.
I'm in a fairly good mood today. I got a half day holiday! :D
Dear diary. Mood: Apathetic. HAHAHAHA
Oh, btw... You're a freak. You know who I mean. If you don't know who I mean, I probably mean you.
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[04 Apr 2006|12:23am] |
Someone stole my car tonight. If you see it, please let me know. It's a red ford escort, J102 WPY. It has Sith Lord on the back instead of Escort. Was taken from Cleveland Centre Car Park in Boro between 4:45pm-9:15pm
For some reason, I have this strange feeling that tonights occurences are about to kick up some sort of personal shit-storm. Nothing new I suppose.
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[28 Mar 2006|09:02am] |
NTL are mocking me. It's just taken 4 minutes to load this page up. 1MB connection my keester.
I'm still bored. I'm back at work, which is taking my mind off a few things, so that's good. Getting a new car in a few months, a Fiat Bravo :) Nice.
Current annoyances:
My car
Shampoo I'm allergic to
The lack of socks I seem to have
The fact I can never say what I want to
Early mornings.
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| Horror movie survival |
[26 Mar 2006|02:19am] |
If there's one thing I've noticed, it's that basically no one knows what to do in the event of a violent psycho slasher guy chasing you and your friends. I know you may have heard this before, from people such as Randy from the Scream Trilogy. The man speaks the truth though. Since it could happen to you, I've created a comprehensive guide to surviving in a violent psycho killer situation.
There are certain giveaway rules you need to be in tune with. As stated by Wes Craven/Randy Meeks in the Scream #1 movie:
1. Never ever have sex. If you don't get butchered during sex, you'll get butchered after it.
2. Don't drink or do drugs. It seems as though the movie-makers wanted to sway people away from this, by getting them killed first. Psycho killers live by this.
3. Never say "I'll be right back" - Because you won't.
First of all anyway, lets set out the scenario.
If you're male, handicapped in any way, elitist, have a pretty active sex drive, or a wannabe hero. You die first. Also, never crack one-liners or witty comebacks etc. This is fatal.
If you're female, black, or have a great body, you die on par with the above. Which brings me to my next point, GIRLS.... NEVER EVER EVER GET YOUR BOOBS OUT... Or get naked. You WILL die.
If you're female, brown hair/blonde/blue eyes, average looking, it also does help if you have a strange name for a girl. Example: Ginny, Laurie, Sidney etc. Don't worry, although you'll get knocked senseless and slashed in some way or another, you will probably survive. However, this is not always the case. You still have to keep your wits about you.
Do you suspect you're being targeted by a psycho killer? Don't check. It only speeds up the process. If you're friend/partner leaves to do something, and says "Be right back" - Refer to rule number 3. Fend for yourself. Hear something?! I quote Stuart Macher, of Scream "Never say who's there? Don't you watch scary movies? It's a death wish. You might as well come out to investigate a strange noise or something."
Slowly walking to a window or door to look for something, will only result in either being scared shitless by a cat/dog, or being killed. Sit in the corner of the room, call the police if you can, so they know something's wrong because they'll never get there in time. Make sure you can see all entrances and you're not underneath/by a window.
Now we've got that sorted, what to do if you're stuck in a house/room with killer outside. FIND A WEAPON! Granted, you won't have time to use it, but it might help slow them down. If you have a gun handy, grab it. You won't kill them, but a shot in the leg may slow them down. First of all, CHECK TO SEE IF THE GUN IS LOADED. Firing a round off to test may also be helpful if you can spare the ammo. Remember, UPSTAIRS IS OFF LIMITS. Don't bother with the back door, they're already there. If you have a chimney, use it. Climb up it! No one expects that. Otherwise, unless someone comes to scare the killer away, or you are a female as described above, you're fucked. Calling the police may help at this point.
Don't bother running through woods. You'll get lost/fall down and break a limb somewhere, and you won't EVER EVER find help running the way you are going. Keep to trails/roads. Flag cars down if applicable. Killers know the woods like the back of their hands. Unless you do too, don't bother.
Remember, whoever said it first was correct: "You can run, but you can't hide" - YOU CAN'T! So don't bother. Aww, you tired? Then stop running... And get killed. Make sure you don't run in a circle, this would be bad. Killers can jump out on you at any time, and any place.
Remember, although killers are clever, strong and seemingly fast, they're not fast. You think if Laurie Strode legged it down the street, Michael Myers would be able to keep up with her? NO! Make sure you have running shoes on at all times. Also, if there is a car available, USE IT! However, please be advised that most cars WILL NOT start, or if they do start, it will be right at the last minute when the killer is at the front of the car. Then, you will put it in reverse, and back into a tree. If this happens, run. If the car miraculously starts, and you get away safely, keep your head down. The killer may be on the roof. Get to a police station or safe house of some description and call for help for any other possible survivors. Panting and screaming for help will not be of any use when you are running. It tires you out more, and you want to really keep quiet as much as you can.
Oh, also... The moment you enter a room that is sound proofed, or has a two-way mirror in it, you are dead.
Don't EVER go to a random house to call for help. There will either be no-one there, which will slow you right down, or the killer will have some affiliation with it. Especially if it's a shack of some description.
There are 8 of you hiding from a killer. DON'T bother "splitting up"
Don't EVER shower/bath. And stay well away from summer camps.
Walking backwards is a very bad idea. Keep checking behind you and always walk forwards. Actually, if you're certain something is behind you, run. NEVER go for an exit that looks smaller than you are, e.g. catflaps.
Don't ever bother playing jokes on your friends that involve any element of death. It'll happen to you.
Listen to any local folk. The legends are true.
A quick thing about police cars:
If you are running and you see a cop car, run past it. You need to be at a POLICE STATION. There are three scenarios that could happen if there is a policeman in the car:
A. The cop is already dead.
B. He'll try to be a hero and help you, but die instantly.
C. The cop is in on it.
As you can see, none are good.
As a final thing; The killer is unconscious or seemingly dead. He's not. I quote Scream again; "The killer always comes back for one last scare" - This means DON'T go back for anything you forgot, DON'T check to make sure he really is dead, and for gods sake, don't remove any masks the killer may be wearing. Just fucking run.
Wanna be in the sequel?
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[23 Mar 2006|11:19pm] |
I'm pretty fucking bored of my life at the minute. Nothing seems to change.
I seem to be stuck in the same routine every day. Work, home, sleep, repeat. Still living the single life, which has it's ups and downs, but I'm 22... I wanna settle down now and chill out. I suppose it's a matter of finding someone compatible who agrees with me. I'm bored of chasing shadows, I'm bored of doing nothing.
Granted, I'm happy with my life. I have awesome friends and family, I have a job I'm relatively content with, but just bored. Actually, the job is contributing to the most part of my boredom. The people I work with are great, but I seem to be doing the same thing, day in-day out. Which brings me onto my next point. (If you are affiliated with Garlands at all, please keep this to yourself, it's a need-to-know basis only)...
There may be a chance soon to go work in Bristol or Newcastle for a few months. We're opening up 2 new call centres, and the staff need training. I'm apparently in the top 3 people to go down there. They need 7 people :) All accommodation, travel and food expenses paid for, which is awesome! This may be what I'm looking for. A break, to get away for a few months. Realise what I miss.
Anyway, I wrote a few songs for my new band, 88milesperhour. LJ cut at this point. Please let me know what you think.
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[23 Mar 2006|07:25pm] |
I need a favour: Someone write me a song? I'm no good with lyrics, check below for example.
I currently have 1 wish: That things would go the way I want just for once.
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[23 Mar 2006|09:18am] |
The Effect Of Negative Reinforcement on E.S.P Ability
I know something you dont know
Maybe I should keep it that way
The wrong impression could ruin something
Have I already held on too long?
I could hold it out forever
If forever is what it takes
Then forever is what I got
Help me!
I'm not trying to read your mind
All these signs they're leading me the wrong way
If I could only read your mind
Then maybe one day you will turn to me
Scream a little louder for me,
I wish that I could make you see
That everything I have
Is everything you need
Your name will be the last word across my lips
Your face will be the first thing on my mind
Queen of hearts, will poetic justice fall in my favour?
Or will all my efforts be in vain?
Help me!
I'm not trying to read your mind
All these signs they're leading me the wrong way
If I could only read your mind
Then maybe one day you will turn to me
I can't lie and say this doesn't hurt
I can't sit by to let this go on
I would die to take away this burn
For now I'll try to hold on
As long as it takes
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[15 Mar 2006|09:06am] |
I've been waiting for a good day
I've been holding back long enough
I've been hurting to tell you some things
it's not the falling of the temperature
that's making all our bones run cold
it's the breeze you make
the presence felt when you're around me
and it feels like I'm at an all-time low
slightly bruised and broken
from our head on collision
I've never seen this side of you
another tragic case of feeling
bruised and broken
form our head on collision
I've never seen this side of you
another tragic case
and I'm still waiting for a good day
I think I've held this long enough
I think it's safe to tell you some things
it's not just what you say to people
and it's not the way you look at me
it's the way you present yourself
for all your worst critics to see
and it feels like I'm at an all-time low
slightly bruised and broken
from our head on collision
I've never seen this side of you
another tragic case of feeling
bruised and broken
form our head on collision
I've never seen this side of you
another tragic case
then you were gone
you were gone
all this time you just didn't know it yet
you were gone
all this time you just didn't know it yet
you were gone
and it feels like I'm at an all-time low
slightly bruised and broken
from our head on collision
I've never seen this side of you
another tragic case of feeling
bruised and broken
from our head on collision
I've never seen this side of you
another tragic case
another tragic case of feeling
bruised and broken
another tragic case and I've been
still waiting for a good day
still waiting for a good day
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[06 Mar 2006|11:41pm] |
I know I haven't posted much lately, apart from insults. I think I'll keep posting more of them. I haven't been on here because I learned that the more I read LJ, the more I want to take a lady BIC to my arteries.
Anyway, here's a rant.
You know whats pissing me off lately? A lot of things. It's pissing me off that I just don't seem adequate enough for anyone. I don't seem to be able to move up in Garlands. I have more than enough bloody experience, and my coaching skills are top fucking notch, but I can't get a team managers job. You know why? COS EVERYONE HAS AIDS. Lying. Everyone is just gay. Fuck em, I wanna move to NTL or something, then buy an Audi. That'll show the fuckers.
Speaking of cars, what the fuck is wrong with mine??? I clean the engine with a sodding TOOTHBRUSH, change the plugs and the air filter... And guess what? The little bitch STILL won't start on a cold morning. Argh!
I will swap my '92 Ford Escort 1.4 LX for your car mate? Eh eh eh?
So I just got over an illness too... I think I had SARS, it was disgusting. I couldn't eat anything without it hurting, throwing up all the time, and my throat and gums started getting really sore. You know how I got over it? I was a MAN about it... It didn't take a load of drugs, and rest... I went to work for half a day, came home and fucking CRIED! ... No that's a lie. I just wept.
Still single. Into internet dating. Although the last girl I pulled was a 34 yr old shemale called David. From Taiwan. Interesting experience.... OH GOD I'M JUST KIDDING. I almost threw up then.
I have decided to become a professional wrestler, or a cowboy. Either way, my name is gonna be Leather-Arse Pete. Or Pistol Pete. Ooh, I could be a cowboy wrestler... No one fucks with cowboy wrestlers, look at Hacksaw Jim Duggan... No wait, bad example... He was a hillbilly, and he was crap.
So anyway, if you're glad to hear from me again, do me a favour, get me a new job and a new car.
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[06 Mar 2006|08:46pm] |
Fucking hell... Forgot I had this.
Was a waste of time logging in anyway, you're all boring fucks.
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[27 Dec 2005|08:43am] |
Christmas is mint!
I got an iPod Mini, and a Car!
Also a hardcase for my bass, and a Star Trek video off my stepdad. I despise Star Trek, and I don't have a video player, but the thought was there :D
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[01 Dec 2005|12:43pm] |
Okay, so... fucking gutted.
Why is it as soon as I get closer to someone, or I may be in with some sort of inkling of a chance, something comes up, and blows it out of the fucking water.
Yeah, okay... Destined to be single forever. Fuck it.
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| Car Crash :( |
[10 Nov 2005|07:58pm] |
Picked Paul up this morning to go to work, and started heading towards the A19. As I was coming up to some traffic lights, I slowed down, and pressed my brakes... There was nothing there :| It was scary as fuck.
So anyway, I thought I don't wanna hit the car in front, so I swerved onto the grass verge and slammed my handbrake on. Came to a stop as I hit a traffic light.
Rang my mam and she came down with my uncle david, but while they were on their way, a policeman stopped. Breathalised me, took a statement, and told me to produce my docs.
Car got towed to a garage, and checked out. Turned out some cable had been worn down which caused the brakes to stop.
If I hadn't have done what I did, I would have slammed into the VW Golf in front of me, wrote my car off and caused a few grands damage to his. The driver must have realised something was wrong, because I swerved off the fucking road. If I was him, I would have got out and said something like "Shit man, you okay? Thanks a lot for saving my car" but no, the fuckbag was the first to pull away. The only reason I'm not saying "I wish I HAD hit him" now, is because I don't. I'm glad I did what I did.
Now I just need a new passenger door.
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