Memories...

Earlier I was looking for some photos to give to matt so he can put said photos in a book for dayne, who is leaving us this weekend. This ended up with me taking a huge trip down memory lane and finding loads of photos of piss-ups, parties and other such stuff. It made me think how much I miss year 11 in some ways. Sure, GCSEs sucked, we had a shit year, no free periods and an insane amout of coursework but it was still fun, and nobody really took it seriously. But times are changing. Now we've hit A-levels, everyones getting scared and serious. I have failed to follow this ideal. The perfect example (no offence to dean, this just happened to work) is that theres a strokes gig on tuesday, and as its in a tiny venue, you had to get tixs from the box office, and as they go on sale on monday, we'd have to skip a bit of school. I was all up for it, and assumed dean would be too. However, he didn't wanna miss school, and him saying something like "maybe in year 11, but not now" catches what I'm talking about perfectly. Again, no offence to dean, its fair does if he doesn't wanna go, I just can't help thinking. I mean, we're all in what is probaly the best years of our lives. We'll get to 20 or so, finish uni, get a job and that'll be it, thats our lives. I'm not stupid as to think that A-levels are easy, but in the end, theres always gotta be time for some fun. I mean, whats the point in living when you can't feel alive? This is why I miss year 11. Sure, there were bad times. We sometimes spent too much time going out, and not enough time working and we got in shit, but we had a blast in the meantime. It just seems that now we're in sixth form we've all changed. We've grown up, and its too early for that. Most of us have even got bored of alcohol. I know that we're always told we shouldn't drink too much, 'cause it shortens our life and all that bollocks. But I really don't want to get to 80 or 90, unable to care for myself and thinking, I wish I'd had more fun when I was 17. I wanna get to 70, and know I haven't got long to live 'cause I've totally fucked my body, but I'll realise that I don't care 'cause I've spent my life having fun, getting drunk and stoned, hanging around with friends, doing stupid things which aren't healthy and all in all just having the time of my fucking like. If I die at 50 or 60, who gives a fuck? I sure as hell don't. No matter what we do, we all die sometime, and we might as well use the time we have to do what we wanna do, not do as we're told, drink in moderation, be sensible, do our work, pay our bills, be a good citizen and all that bollocks. That just isn't me, and nothings gonna change who I am. I'm gonna stop now, and do the one and only thing I had planned to do when I started this post. This is probaly one of my favourites photos ever. It captures how happy everyone is, and thats the way it should always be. I hate to sound cheesy, but, Rock On!
I'll leave you with this verse from "Adams song" by Blink 182.

I never conquered, rarely came
16 just held such better days
days when I still felt alive
we couldn't wait to get outside
the world was wide, too late to try
the tour was over, we'd survived
I couldn't wait till I got home
to pass the time in my room alone.