I fucking hate my family

By that i mean i hate my mother and my sister.....

Worlds biggest bitches. And if you think im kidding, im not. Honestly, me and my family, we just dont get on. Im currently not talking to either of my family. Mainly because i hate them both. And because they are pedantic, and right wing, and they think they're always right. They always have to have the last word. Always. And they look for the tinniest thing to start an argument. And im not even going to start talking about the negativity of the harpees. They never know what the want, unless it involves either mine or my dads suffering, but they always know what they don't want. Its just so fucking annoying and makes you want to cut your teeth out with a knife.

Fuck i hate my family.

I must confess, the amount of these i do is going to be limited over the next few months for 2 reasons. 1, well its exam season and 2, i no longer have internet in my room. Therefore i have to sit somewhere in the house where bitch 1 and/or bitch 2 will try and either take my stuff, or read it over my shoulder. Its pathetic, and unappreciated.

Liverpool vs. Lille tonight.


Liverpool have to win, they just have to. I love my team, i do. We just have to win.

Question, have any of you ever fallen for someone, increased your friendship, try to get with them, make them better friends, try some more, hold them when their sad, make them feel loved, and then be crushed by them. This happened to me last term. At 2100 hours, on 03.01.10 my heart was destroyed. I swore never to talk to her again, ever. But i now find her one of my best friends, we talk every night, we laugh, we go out for coffee, we look out for one another, we compliment each other more, we talk more.... and i think i've fallen for her again. But i don't know what to do. Its almost the easter holidays, and i won't see her for ages, and its gonna be shit. I pray i don't make the mistakes i made at half term. To all the guys out there, or any girls looking, never poor your heart out over an email, its worthless, only do it infront of the person. You will gain so much more respect from them. So much more.

I'd like to give a shout out to my best friend George, who has been left by the love of his life, Lottie, for his own good, as he has exams. I love you man, and we'll get through this. You helped me with the above girl, i'll help you with Lottie. Your the best man. xxxx

i love you all, (but especially you George)

Jx

Song of the day: Dusk Til Dawn - Ctrl Z, Screwface and stereo:Type
Quote of the day: 'bitches be crazy' - Philip de Franco

to hell and back

I made it.

The question is, did we win?

Did we?
Did we?

NO WE MOTHERFUCKING WELL DIDN'T AND SCREW YOU BBC FOR YOUR CUNTISHNESS.

If you dislike swearing, leave now. It'll be best, and im taking no prisoners in this blog, none at fucking all.

Where to start?

I know, i'm going to start with, the producers of songs of praise.

Cheers you cunts, if it wasnt for you, telling the judges to vote for the gospel choir, because you had arranged a singing thing with the lead singer of sister act. All i can say is, your cunts, your fucking cunts, and if i ever see you again, i will hurt you. Fuckers.

Next, on my list of people to kill, oh yes, the producers of the songs of praise! Well done, its you lot again you self righteuous arseholes, stealing my fucking sleep time....
yay for you x

still, im relaxed now, thank you emma, your a star.

Jx

Song of the day: Super- fun: Ronald Jenkees
Quote of the day: 'I'd rather not thanks' - Emma Sweet

The night before hell

Tomorrow, for the 3rd year running, I'm going to embarrase myself, loose a weekend, and all of this on TV, for a TV program i don't care for, and for a religion i don't care for. All for that irrumator i told you all about in my earlier blogs.

Yes, its the time of year i truly do curse my singing voice and think of cutting out my larynx. Its the songs of praise choir of the year awards. its my third time. 3rd time we've made it to the final, third time we've entered. We haven't won yet. And we arn't going to win, for 2 main reasons, which are kind of the same thing.

Is it moral to give a rich private school, which already milks its investors and parents for all they have, a financial prize for winning a singing competition? Is it?

I don't think it is, as do the producers of the program, therefore i don't think i will ever win this trophy. And it angers me. We were told by the BBC, a few weeks after the competition that we were the best choir there, and since then have been on, wait for it..... 3 songs of praise programs..... 3 for fucks sake. Its a motherfucking joke. I'm wasting a perfectly good weekend for something i don't want to do. I have work, my A levels are in less than 3 months and im fucking bricking myself. Its scary to think that i will be finished so soon, i dont want to be, i dont want to grow up, cant fucking make me!

Still, what can i do?

Fucking hell, i need a beer.... and some nachos, preferably cheesy nachos.

Anyway,

Love you all,

Jx

Song of the day: Better luck next time Prince Charming - Alesana
Quote of the day: 'Welcome to hell, here's your accordion' - Gary Larson

monday

Why are mondays so shit?

Why?

Monday is also known as double day for me..... double maths, history and chemistry, woo. Definitely not.

And my football team, my beloved Liverpool are losing to Wigan. Its just not good enough. It just isnt fucking good enough, we best beat Lille on Thursday! We best fucking beat them! My Liverpool tattoo to symbalise my love for my team will hopefully do the justice next season.

Watching married, single, other..... strangely enough, they all seem really similar. Its a fucking joke, wheres the single bloke that has had no luck with the girls recently and is very sexually frustrated? Where is the bastard?

New Liverpool shirt out in the next few months. CAn't fucking wait.

Hungry, need some food.

Jx

Song of the day: Against the Grain - City and Colour
Quote of the day: 'There are only two good teams in Liverpool, Liverpool, and the Liverpool reserves' - Fernando Torres

what a shit weekend

Title says it all....

All i can say is, i'm probably going to hell.

And next weekend will be even worse.......

Jx

Song of the day: Nneka (Chase and Status remix) - heartbeat
Quote of the day: 'All i ever want, is a little more than i'll ever get' - Ashleigh Brilliant

fooseball

Its England 0 - 1 Egypt at the moment,

What a load of bollocks.

England are playing shite.

But in other news, ille irrumator, my music teacher, the one i told you about before, he's a cunt he is. A fucking cunt.
Thats basically all you need to know about that jackass.

Anyway, its been a long week, im off to London tomorrow, and then it'll be friday, i have a half day, and then saturday i'll go to bar, probably get rejected, swallow sadness, and might even send some faxes, cos i'm like a boss..... motherfucker.

Anyone tried Chatroulette yet? Should i give it a try for a laugh?

Jx

Song of the day: Heartbeat (Chase and Status Remix) - Nneka
Quote of the day: 'He is the archetypal gender-bender' - Max Pappenheim

Todays post is sombre.

As you guys may know, there is an arsonist in south west rugby town. This sick twisted bastard has targeted only the elderly, and has already killed 3 people in 2 attacks. One of them was an elderly man, bound in a wheelchair.

I feel personally attached to this case because my gran lives on the street where these arson attacks have been, and i'm scared for her. Very people read this blog, but if the cunt hurts my gran i will kill him. I will not stop until i have avenged her. I love my gran, and i'm scared for her. She's not that mobile, and can't walk very well. She also is as blind as a badger. But she's my gran, and i love my gran. So if you read this, stay away from my gran, cos i'll fucking have you.

Today, apparent from that arsehole, was not too bad, looking forward to thursday.

I'll talk to you guys when i get some more news,

I love you all

Jx

And stay away from my gran, you sick cunt.

Song of the day: clubbed to death - Rob Dougan
Quote of the day: 'I stick to simple themes. Love. Hate. No nuances. I stay away from psychoanalyst's couch scenes. Couches are good for one thing' - John Wayne