shit. today's shaping out to be crap again.
woke up late.
missed my consultation for my class.
my group seems a bit pissed (i think.)
and i'm freezing in class.
and this morning i heard that ac milan's in.
that means they defeated man u at least 2-1.
zzz.
fucking hell.
that means they're probably gonna win europe.
just like porto, maybe?
we'll see.
i just hope chelsea doesnt win.
we've got the league match upcoming with the bastards in blue (chelsea, not coppers) to worry about.
anyway.
maybe i shld delete this since no1 who reads this watches soccer, except for willie boy.
haha.
its kinda strange that i've got so many interests that little of my friends are interested in.

soccer- just me and willie.
metal- me and william, to a certain extent. and sometimes lester.
nu-metal- me, willie and sometimes sly.

it kinda sucks, innit?
you'd think all guys like soccer.
and it'd be kinda surprising that in a crew of around 10 only 1 likes soccer.
oh well.
if willie wasn't so busy i'd hang with him more.
like half the time.
if only i could clone myself.
it'd be great.
selwyn2 would drink with me,
selwyn2 would laugh with me and call me a fuckin' rotter.
selwyn2 would headbang with me.
he'd spot my form when i shadowbox (which i still do at home, actually.)
he'd hug me when i cried.
and he'd never need to question me, for he'd understand me perfectly.
he'd smash with me, mosh with me, go crazy with me and back me up when i call people dirty fuckin' prats who act like they're holier than thou.
yep.
i hate them.
such fuckin' prats.
and i especially hate teds, or more accurately, the local equivalents.
they're kinda like a cross between mods and teds.
old money.
fuckin' pricks.
rich.
well-educated.
disrespectful elitist bastards.
they're too rich.
get too much cash from parents.
fuck it, you fuckin' cunts.
i've the right to throw my cash around, because thats working class money which i worked for.
every $5 is an hour of my life.
i hate you prats.
if you want more cash, work for it.
and dont think you'd be better than me.
i'd be coshin' you so hard you'd be turtle-fucked into oblivion.
GBH isn't just a band.
it's what you deserve.
its fuckin' bollocks.

prats.
they're what's for dinner.

song of the moment:
the sex pistols- belsen was a gas.

lyrics-
Be a man
Be a man
Belsen was a gas
Be a man
Kill someone
Kill yourself
Be a man
Be someone
Kill someone
Be a man
Kill yourself