“Keep the gun oiled and the temple clean, shit, snort, and blaspheme. Let the heads cool and the engine run because in the end everything we do is just everything we’ve done.” — Omega, by Stone Sour.

Spent Wednesday at work mostly hiding in the office. Decided I should take the next couple of days off, so I sorted it out with Adam.

I met up with Emma and Peter (Emma and JonP’s dad) and went to see JonP performing on stage with Gemma Tate. It was a really good night. It was a bit weird seeing JonP playing an Avril Lavigne song though. 😉

Slept for a nice long time when I got home. Eventually met up with Emma to go shopping. I totally forgot the only thing I actually went down there to buy, but oh well. I’ll find a cool patch for my red top eventually…

We bought some tortillas and a tomato from Sainsbury’s, came back to my house so I could change into a T-shirt because I was too hot. Emma chatted with my mum for a while. Then we left the shopping in my hallway and went to Emma’s and JonP’s house again. After preparing almost everything we finally realised that we’d left the shopping. I picked it up again. Ended an argument between my mum and Justin, for a change, and then went back again. The food was on the table when I got there. 😀

After fajitas we watched Halloween. It’s not exactly the most exciting first hour of a movie ever. The last 25 minutes try hard to make up for it though. 😀

JonP and I watched a few random music videos, then I headed home. Good stuff.

After work I met Emma at the bus stop to go to Notts for pizza. Len and Stacey had caught the bus before the one we caught, so we met them when we got there. The four of us talk a brief walk to Stone where we met Paul who had saved us the most comfortable seats around. It was the same table i sat at the first time I went in there. I was a bit more awake this time.

The weirdest thing happened at this point. Eastenders came on, so they turned the music off and left the entire episode playing… I’ve never gone to a bar and watched Eastenders before! Anyway, we all ordered pizza. They were very tasty and stuff. So that’s good. I had only one drink in Stone. It was a Kahlúa and Pepsi, and that drink is growing on me very quickly.

Smeaton left us after Stone as we headed up the (extremely long) road to Junktion 7. We stopped along the way to use a cash machine.

When we eventually got up to Junktion 7 we met up with a few people from before. The ones worth mentioning would be Julie and Jerry, since they stuck around all night. We listened to a lot of music while we were there. Julie even performed on stage with some guy. She’s good at singing.

At one point there was an American girl on the stage playing guitar by herself and singing. Her name is Meg and she’s in the Scooby Doo stage show as Shaggy’s love interest. She has really good stage-presence. She was engaging the crowd in a bit of banter, laughing, and seemed completely comfortable up there in a way that nobody else really managed. Paul managed to get her to come over for a drink, which was very cool. Paul and Julie are going to put something together for Thursday night in another pub in Notts where Meg is going to be playing. Should be a good night. Dunno who’s going though, and I don’t know where it is, so it mostly depends on other people.

While we were in Junktion 7 we must have had about a thousand different shots. We apparently collected every single shot glass in the place between the 7 (or 8 for one round) of us. 😀

We decided to waste our return bus journeys and get a taxi instead so we could hang out for longer. We ended up having to leave because the place was closing. After that we spent a great deal of time wandering around Notts looking for somewhere that was open and letting people in. We didn’t end up finding anywhere.

Len managed to find a 7 foot tall piece of foam wrapped around a lamp post, and steal/borrow it. He ran around with it for a while, then I stole it from him and threw it like a javelin. Then I was playing with it a bit more when some police pulled up in a riot van. I had it behind my back at this point. Obviously realising that it was 7 feet tall and I’m not. I told people to pretend I was remote controlled and it was my aerial. That didn’t work because an officer slid the side door open and started talking to me. He asked “what is that?” to which I replied “foam.” Then he asked where I got the foam from. As I was telling him he interrupted me and say “did it just land in your lap?” I looked down at my lap, which I’m not even sure exists when you’re standing up, then looked back up at him and said “no…” He asked again where I got it from so I started my story again, saying that I’d found it at the side of the pavement as we were walking down the road. He said to put it back. I walked over, placed it on the ground, looked at him, and the van drove off. It was bizarre. I don’t think I’ve ever been so close to being arrested for a foam-related incident!

From here we decided to get in a taxi before anyone got in any more trouble. We were quoted £35 by the first taxi driver in the queue, so we went one taxi back and got £5 knocked off the price for the sake of walking an extra 6 feet. Well worth it. The taxi ride home consisted mostly of conversation about my love life, or lack thereof. Which is always entertaining.

Emma and I got out around Sainsbury’s. I walked her home and then walked myself home. Instead of going straight to sleep I ended up playing around on the computer for a little while first. Then I was beginning to fall asleep anyway, so I went to bed so I could be up for work a few hours later.

Quick summary: best night ever! 😀

I love reading the news. You get some real gems in it! 😀

Take the article about “the blind man who lost his dog”:http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/england/essex/6701035.stm, for instance.

Ron Whitt, who is blind, lost Fable after she bolted while being walked by a friend in Brentwood on Thursday.

So the sighted friend lost the dog then… Shouldn’t really be too tough for someone who _can_ see to follow a dog.

Mr Whitt said he is helpless without Fable and has been scouring the area since she went missing.

Scouring the area? He’s _*BLIND*_! That’ll be why he hasn’t found anything yet! _Jeeeeeeez_!

He has been camping out and cooking barbeques in an attempt to lure her out of the woodland.

I can’t imagine blind people and barbecues go together very well… They probably taste terrible! Also, you’d think a BBC journalist would know “there is no ‘q’ in barbecue”:http://www.bartleby.com/68/23/723.html… Shocking.

I hate leaving my blog with a negative sounding post for too long. Makes me seem like a “morose motherfucker”:http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0261392/quotes and I’m really not! 🙂

I went to do look at some computers in the early afternoon, yesterday. Sorted out a few things, but couldn’t do much because I was missing some passwords, and serial numbers. After that I went to the pub with Laura and Stacey for a bit of food and some drinks. Adam was there, so I spoke to him about Athens a little bit. Laura and I kept sliding an empty Pepsi glass over the table to each other. We must have done it about 500 times. Then I smashed it into a mostly-full glass of water. That glass went flying off the edge of the table, and Laura _caught it_! Amazing! She only spilled a little bit of water too. I think most of that was when the glasses collided, not because of the catching. It was quite amazing.

The plan, at this point, was to go to Dave’s house with some people to get very drunk and eat pizza. That didn’t end up happening though. I then remembered it was Monday and I have a standing arrangement to go to the quiz with Len on a Monday. So I stayed in The Talbot. Len and Stacey showed up, then Emma a little while later.

At this point I started getting messages from Vicki asking if I was going into town. Len had said he was going, so I said I would do. The quiz took just about forever, so we ended up answering the questions, not bothering handing the sheet in, then I left at the same time as Emma. Len and Stacey stayed behind to tell us which ones we got wrong (most of them). 😉

I ran into town and met up with Vicki, Emma, and Nikki in Bar 19, had a couple of drinks in there. Then we headed over to Liquid and had a few more drinks and a bit of a dance. Bald Mike turned up at some point, and it was cool to see him again.

All the stuff from the previous post happened about this time.

Mike and I walked Vicki to where James was waiting to pick her up, then Mike gave me a lift home to save me dying in an alleyway somewhere. 😉

It was a good night, overall. Just one shitty situation that put a small damper on part of it.

I almost got the shit kicked out of me in Liquid tonight by a guy I don’t know at all. I saw him on the dance floor at some point. Obviously he was jealous of my Spiderman/Venom-like dance moves. He walked right into my shoulder for no reason whatsoever. I shrugged it off and carried on dancing.

A little while later I was speaking to a couple of people that I barely know, and he must have been watching me. I was walking to the dance floor from the bar and he stopped me. Said he remembered me from school, said how I used to chase him and trip him over or something. I asked what school and he said High Oakham. Fair enough, I went there. I asked how old he was and he turned out to be 4 years younger… I only attended High Oakham for the first three years, before I moved to Weston-Super-Mare. Quite how I am supposed to trip over some guy who I never went to school with I’m not sure.

Anyway, he was squaring up to me for about ten minutes while I tried to convince him I didn’t have a clue who he was, but that I could do something to ease him. He refused any drinks and just said everything was different now he was bigger than me. True enough, he is a lot bigger than I am, but I still don’t remember tripping the dude over…

A few seconds before he was going to punch the crap out of me I got dragged away by this girl I’ve enver seen before in my entire life. I think I fucking LOVE her for it! 😀 She took me away from him and asked if he was starting on me. Apparently he’d seen me talking to Kirsty (random girl I always end up taking pictures of) and Tom (a guy who happens to be gay that Kirsty was hanging out with) and said “he’s a queer, I’m going to kill him” or something.

Naturally I was extremely thankful to the girl, and shit scared for my life. I spoke to the guy who sprays aftershaves at the toilets and pointed out the fuckass. He must have spoken to a couple of bouncers or something because the next thing I knew the dude was nowhere in the club. 😀 I’m hoping he got a helping hand down the stairs for his troubles, but I should be so lucky!

The only problem being that I now have to constantly watch my fucking back in case some dude I don’t remember, who wouldn’t tell me his name, comes up to me and started a fight.

If I’m going to stay in Mansfield I have to be able to look after myself. Time to join a gym, Dave. Definitely. Tell me when you’re ready and we’ll fucking sign straight up. It’s a good way of spending my time, while only spending a set amount of money, no matter how often I go.

Eventful night. Now my mum and Justin are back from some sort of holiday since the day they got arrested, so I have a series of wonderful conversations to look forward to.

My throat is killing me, so I think tomorrow might turn out to be a half day at college. I might also see about taking off the rest of half term. I’ve got a lot of days left off this term. So long as Rob’s _definitely_ sure he’s going to be in! 😀 Bit of a private joke for Adam there. 😉

I decided to switch my blog syndication feed to Atom instead of RSS. I’m pretty sure the RSS one has been broken for quite a while now. I’ve just not had the inclination to bother fixing it. I read up a bit about Atom and “decided it was superior”:http://intertwingly.net/moin-1.2.1/wiki/cgi-bin/moin.cgi/Rss20AndAtom10Compared.

There’s a link to the feed at the top of the page, there’s also a link embedded in the head of the page. In case that’s not enough for you, the address is http://feeds.essteeyou.com/atom.cgi and that’ll work nicely in “Google Reader”:http://www.google.com/reader/. 😀

I don’t know what the Firefox Live Bookmark support for it is like. I don’t really like Live Bookmarks any more. I know other Atom feeds work fine, but mine looks different somehow. As soon as I work it out I’ll get it sorted. It’s probably something to do with the MIME type.

So yeah, save yourself checking sites all the time and use the feeds instead. Use Google Reader, it’s your friend. All the cool kids are doing it.

How is it possible that Iron Maiden are so fucking awesome? I’ve listened to Edward The great a million times, but never really bothered with their other albums… I can’t wait until Download! I can’t believe I get to see Iron Maiden live! 😀

The only problem is that they’re headlining the main stage while Reel Big Fish are headlining the third stage. I hope they’re slightly staggered. I’d hate to miss Reel Big Fish, but I think I’d have to for Maiden. 😐

I spent almost all of yesterday just watching movies or TV episodes. I watched 28 Weeks Later first off. That was quite good, but I still prefer the first one. After that I decided to watch Grindhouse. That is one _weird_ movie. Some really messed up stuff. Worth a watch though, if you’ve got a watch to spare. Then I watched Aliens, which I’ve seen bits of before, but never the whole way through. Made me laugh how pathetic and negative Hudson is for the whole film. “Game over man! Game over!” After that I watched 2 or 3 episodes of 24. I’m almost at the end of season 6 now. Just a couple more episodes. After 24 I watched Unforgiven. Can’t beat a good western movie every now and then.

I wanna be a cowboy! Maybe I’ll wear my hat more often. 😉

I need to move out of my house really soon. I’m going to end up going mental if this carries on much longer.

I got woken up at about 4am by my mum really _screaming_ “get out, get out, get *out*!!!” I put some trousers on and ran downstairs. She told me Justin had grabbed her arm and twisted it behind her back. Justin was going on and on about her elbowing him in the mouth. I told Justin to get ready and get out of the house, and come back when they were both sober. I asked what exactly he expected by getting drunk with her. This happens with alarming regularity.

Justin started getting irate. My mum came upstairs to my room. Justin decided he was going to talk to my mum and tried to get past me–I was blocking the doorway. I said he shouldn’t bother while he was irate and she’s drunk. He pushed me backwards, so I pushed him back through the doorway.

My mum was calling the police from the phone in my bedroom. After a few minutes I got Justin to sit the fuck down. I came upstairs and sat in my room listening to my mum’s police conspiracy theories for a while, trying not to go mental at her myself.

I went back downstairs to see if I could talk Justin into leaving again. He started getting dressed, while shouting at the top of his voice about all sorts of stuff. Just as he was getting ready to put his shoes on the police knocked on the door. Justin decided then would be a good time to go upstairs, but I blocked his way saying he should wait for the police because they’d find him just as easily upstairs as down them.

I let the two police officers in and they got me and my mum in the front room and Justin in the living room. This is where my mum makes things worse for herself. She was drunk, and she’s a mouthy opinionated person at the best of times. She has her own idea of her rights. The police are very sure of their own. Justin and my mum both said they wanted the other one arresting for common assault. My mum refused, saying it was her house and she wanted Justin to be gone.

I tried calming her down, but she ended up just arguing with the police officers, who were telling her to listen to me. The police lady wasn’t taking any crap, so she put handcuffs on my mum and took her out to one of the police cars. The police man walked out with Justin who was suddenly being all calm.

My mum was in her nighty, and she argued with the police lady when she was trying to get her to put shoes or a jacket on, so in the end she didn’t actually put either on. She doesn’t have her house keys with her, so I’m now stuck here until she comes back.

I’ve sent an email to my co-worker and my boss letting them know the situation. All I can do is wait around until my mum’s back because otherwise she’ll be locked out without shoes, or regular clothes.

Fucking madhouse! I need to get out of here. It’s fucking my life and head up completely.