Hey folks, Yet again im gonna try and get my life on Deviant art up and running and bovril in hand im up and running...Shame about the bovril though.
Any way's, Who likes waffles?

Hello folks, miss me? ...Didn’t think so.
Just a Quick note to say sorry I haven’t been on but I’ve been busy with life and such. Also the idea of 308 messages to wade though doesn’t help my motivation. To sit down and comment on all of them will take the good part of a weekend, and there short enough as it is >.<. Damn these short weekends! How’s a man meant to be a lazy slob with so little time!?!
There, that’s my excuses, what’s yours?
Cheers!

Well...shit.

I suppose I couldn’t keep up my "Do fuck all" work ethic forever.
Pete, my geography lecture showed me a new side to his personality yesterday. I have to get 80% in my next geography exam or I’m off the course. All because he doesn’t want his 100% pass rate to be ruined. He said to my face that he would make me just another resigned statistic rather than have me destroy his record. Also as "incentives" he is making me pay for my geography exams this summer that I haven’t taken yet. If i pass with a good grade he will pay me back out of his own pocket. I plan to pass, just so I can laugh in his face.

In other, better news I went out and bought myself my birthday present yesterday, a new electro-acoustic guitar! Kimbara custom made (but isn’t anything fancy), Dark blue small body.

Good with bad, beavers make me mad!

It’s my birthday!
I’m 18 and i can legally drink!!! I’m gonna miss drinking under age though but I wont have to blag my way out of getting arrested by the police any more though which is good! And I get to drink at loads of do’s that ask for ID (Granted I normally did any way >.> )....Yay!

I nearly lost my job today...again...
I work in a small shop in the middle of a small farming town. And in this town there are loads of pro hunters. Sadly I’m not one of them.
Many times I’ve pissed these arses off and had shouting matches across the counter. But today, today was good.

Three members of the hunt came into the shop. All in their red shit (and walking shit into the floor i just spent an hour cleaning). They were talking quite happily about the hunt they had just been on. Well. After i had said some chosen words to raise a response ("Have a nice blood bath today, sir?") They all tried to intimidate me, which failed, there all 5'8" looking up at me 6'5". They tried to reason with me (So I eat meat, Doesn’t mean I agree with the needless slaughter of a wild animal) and then they said that they were going to complain to the manager and stormed out. After that a few of the customers in there refused to be served by me. Apparently one of them knows the deputy manager who already hates me.

Happy days!