And as I lay forgotten and alone, without a tear I draw my parting groan.

I think this is the longest time I've ever gone without posting, except when I've been on holiday. The main event of recent times was, of course, sauls partay. Unfortunately, the plan for my hair failed miserably, and so I had to go as Cloud on the day his hair gel ran out. This suited me fine really, as I despise hair gel and much prefer to have hair that doesn't feel like its been dumped in a bucket of grease. The evening was pretty cool, with deans costume winning the prize for awesomeness, coming with a full robot outfit consisiting of cardboard boxes covered in tin foil, and the fact that he danced to "intergalatic" by the Beastie Boys just made it even more awesome. However, dean soon took the costume off at it was ridiculously uncomfortable, and he was rewarded with quirke accidently shooting him in the face with my BB gun. Most people had some funky costumes, such as Paul and Nick coming as Jules and Vincent, of Pulp Fiction fame. Unfortunately Paul killed Jules, not painting his face and drinking pussy drinks, something which Jules would never have done. Sauls biggles costume was totally old school, and there were a fair few others but I can't be bothered to name them. Unfortunately, the party was a lot less drunken than the previous one, what with 'rents arriving back at 11 or something. Myself and quirke drank lots of snakebite, and due to my downing numerous pints, I ended up throwing up just a tiny bit, not from being too wasted, simply from not staggering my drinking in any way or form. But I was fine after, and continued to drink, attaining a half decent level of drunkeness. One of the events of the evening was Ben Perry aka: Loser Stoner, turning up and spraying a fire exstingusher through sauls bathroom window. He was beaten away soon after. We all headed home at around 12, and I spent sunday doing something so unimportant I don't even remember, and then in the evening I had a measly amout of people around for the evening, as most were still recovering from sauls. Monday was the last day of Easter, and I spent it at home, and then i headed into uxby with quirke, as I was buying his Nintendo DS off him for £60, and I planned to get some games then go to Pizza Hut with a few people. I succeeded in getting Worms: Open Warfare, and then ate lots of pizza before heading home with quirke, and doing a small amount of work. The first week of school passed without incident, and last friday myself, sam paul and saul headed over to Alexandra Palace to see Kaiser Cheifs supported by none other than Graham fuckin' Coxon. Myself and Paul both preferred Mr Coxon to the Kaiser Chiefs, and he certainly did not dissapoint, playing an amazing set and finishing with "People of the Earth" a song which i didn't think could be pulled off live, but he did it beautifully. The other support band was some insane japanese indie group who danced a lot, used pom-poms and were generally pretty fuckin' weird. I think overral I preferred Graham Coxon to Kaisers, and he defiently wins best support band ever in my books. On saturday we had a good ole' fashin field puss-up, though due to the short notice only 15 or so people turned up, and only a select few of us actually got drunk. Me and innes turned up at 6 as we planned, then waited for about an hour for the others to turn up, but we had fun kicking a ball around, talking about numerous things and strolling around the fields going on a memory trip, which was awesome. it was a fairly average evening, with drinking, chatting, laughing. One of the most hilarious events was paul going mental at me after I told him to move so he wasn't sick on the path, he jumped and started yelling abuse at me, swiped, hit my beer, then stacked it again. Paul remembers none of this. And now its school again. How I hate school.