Arguments are made for make-ups

Bloody brilliant this. A weekend where I can do what I feel like doing, and then a week full of packed revision - not so enjoyable. However I think this weekend is going to be a good 'un. My exam today went pretty swimmingly, even if I did make some unfortunate mistakes; UMS should straighten that all out for me. Good afternoon as well. Saw her, did nothing, and as per usual it felt like doing a lot of things. It was nice to say the least. I was quite quiet for once - it was and odd feeling, knowing what to say but deciding not to say it.

Right but away from that load of shite. Seeing Vidler for a spot of music tomorrow, going to try and ease the cogs a bit; get the ball rolling; insert other fairly mundane and very unnecessary puns. Hopefully I'll stumble and he'll make something wonderful this time. Highly doubtful as I'm more of a hindrance than an asset, but you never know, maybe we'll get lucky this time. I hope so - I want to do this properly and better than anything else I've ever decided to do.

Short one this time gents.

the air i breath might be fake

but the water i drink is real

and the way you look in a summer dress

is the most beautiful thing i have ever

wanted to get out of my head

im going to die but im going to look

fucking good when i do

but if you die with me

youre going to look awful

ill rip out your perfect curls

and mail them straight back to you

if itll make you feel

better the morning after

you said that we should lay here

while you put on your

favourite chapterhouse song

but i dont want to waste my time

on something i cant grip on to

so i turn off your speakers

and speak straight into your face

i just want to let you know

that i just need to be let go

im going to die but im going to look

fucking good when i do

but if you die with me

youre going to look awful

ill rip out your perfect curls

and mail them straight back to you

if itll make you feel

better the morning after

i want to gather up all this negativity

and stuff it down your throat

to bring back up your lunch

and make you slim and perfect again

like the girl that i fell in love with

at the tender age of seven

but fondness for her is replaced by

a cherishing for all the things

youre not ever going to be again

im going to die but im going to look

fucking good when i do

but if you die with me

youre going to look awful

ill rip out your perfect curls

and mail them straight back to you

if itll make you feel

better the morning after

you tell me youd break my neck

before youd let me get away from you

but i have to escape i have to run away

but not before i tell you this

the look on your face when i said

that i dont love you

was absolute fucking bliss

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nk6v6JYZ_OA -- repping that.