World racist day

Dear Diary
Never had such a rusty colored liquid leave my rectum. It burned like the exquisite touch of a foreign sun. It was intriguing... It must have been that delicious burrito I devoured in one. Curious.

However, it now seems to be in a solid state now. C'est la vie.

Bluesday

I could hold you for a million years, to make you feel my love.


Yours invisibily
Luke

Gingembre

As a matter of fact Joe, yes, I think it's immoral. It's a lifestyle choice that you're forcing on America. ~Peter Griffin

As emulated by ongoing banter with my stepsister, and a wide array of other copper tops in my life, I'm not particularly keen on gingers. I hear it's been scientifically proven that they don't have souls or something, but y'know, I don't like to speculate. I have GENUINELY read that they're more prone to body odour due to brittle hair though, so perhaps I have super-sensitive smelling, and it's that which is what puts me off? I jest, I jest... (though that second part is entirely true.) I'm no more ginger-ist than I am racist.

But this ongoing banter/minor prejudice has always prevented me from finding gingers attractive. This was, until recently, when I found myself oddly drawn toward somebody I keep seeing about college. He's one of 'my lot', as confirmed by a friend who went to school with him, and strangely attractive, has a cute-'carrotty'-quiff, has glasses, is slim, is fashion conscious, and he went to Thornden, hinting at him being crazy-intelligent. Appears to have a soul, and no wafts of malodour... perhaps there is some diversity in their genus?

Dropped a sneaky Facebook add the other day, which he soon accepted, and I used the age-old ploy of 'Oh you came up on my 'People You May Know' feed. :) x' to avoid any awkwardness. We ended up sat together in Academy today, having a good old chat about EPQ ideas...

Could it be that I'm susceptible to 'Weasley charm' after all?

Yours mediocrely
Luke

An Anthem

I am a question to the world,

Not an answer to be heard.
All a moment that's held in your arms.
And what do you think you'd ever say?
I won't listen anyway…
You don't know me,
And I’ll never be what you want me to be.

And what do you think you'd understand?
I'm a boy, no, I'm a man..
You can take me and throw me away.
And how can you learn what's never shown?
Yeah, you stand here on your own.
They don't know me 'cause I'm not here.

And I want a moment to be real,
Wanna touch things I don't feel,
Wanna hold on and feel I belong.
And how can the world want me to change,
They’re the ones that stay the same.
The don’t know me,
'Cause I’m not here.

And you see the things they never see
All you wanted, I could be
Now you know me, and I'm not afraid
And I wanna tell you who I am
Can you help me be a man?
They can't break me
As long as I know who I am

And I want a moment to be real,
Wanna touch things I don't feel,
Wanna hold on and feel I belong.
And how can the world want me to change,
They’re the ones that stay the same.
They can’t see me,
But I’m still here.

They can’t tell me who to be,
‘Cause I’m not what they see.
And the world is still sleepin’,
While I keep on dreamin’ for me.
And their words are just whispers
And lies that I’ll never believe.

And I want a moment to be real,
Wanna touch things I don't feel,
Wanna hold on and feel I belong.
And how can they say I never change
They’re the ones that stay the same.
I’m the one now,
‘Cause I’m still here.

I’m the one,
‘Cause I’m still here.

Happiness a la Hanna

A Hanna/Neil-from-The-Inbetweeners inspired simple list of one hundred things that make me happy.
I'm way too tired/distracted to expand on each, but here goes!:

1. the colour green
2. my puppy, Barney 'n' Luke 2k11
3. Example
4. BBQ Beef Hula Hoops
5. my mum
6. my own bed after a spell away from it
7. Eddie Simmonds' voice
8. watching Holly Ind dance
9. the daily walk from college to the car, with Shannon
10. dancing like a twat when I'm drunk, usually with Shannon
11. Shannon in general, really
12. being the straightest gay guy most people know
13. having mutual friends with complete strangers
14. English Language
15. Italian
16. Business Studies
17. when teachers trip over things/are clumsy
18. Marvel superheroes (this is a big one, seriously)
19. people who are articulate, but not pretentious
20. when people I say should get together, do so
21. realising I'm over someone
22. Horton Hears A Who
23. feeling particularly attractive
24. checkered shirts
25. shorts
26. Blue Inc.
27. brightening somebody's day
28. making that arrogant shit in my class feel stupid
29. respectful argument
30. Paula Panda, a panda-bear teddy I've had since age 1
31. smiling at strangers
32. The Smiths
33. spiced rum
34. white rum
35. dark rum
36. miscellaneous rum
37. drinking said rum at crazy parties
38. the song 'Alone' by Heart
39. convincing people I'm Grade 8 at the triangle
40. in-jokes
41. Hufflepuff culture
42. calling Katie awkward despite her being one of the best people in my life
43. getting hit on by camp guys who call be 'hunnaaaaaay xoxox'
44. Bridget Jones
45. Bridget Jones 2
46. the prospect of Bridget Jones: The Musical
47. the fact I have a very diverse music taste, leading onto this are #48 and #49
48. Lady Gaga
49. Four Year Strong
50. reaching #50 on a list of one hundred things that make me happy
51. GLEE.
52. gigs
53. hearing a song I haven't in ages, e.g. Prince's 'Gett Off'
54. No Doubt
55. my signed christmas card from Kids in Glass Houses
56. decent nights' sleeps
57. being quite witty
58. comebacks I think of that are an instant BOOMSITTHEFUCKDOWN
59. memories of Tanzania
60. thinking back to childhood days in Cornwall
61. seeing exes miserable
62. 'I told you so's
63. being 'Prez Baker'
64. seeing people who I genuinely miss, and grew apart from for no good reason
65. reconciling these friendships shortly after
66. being risque
67. 'Save The World' by Swedish House Mafia
68. Adam Grubb
69. COOKIES
70. noticing little changes in a room (this doesn't happen often, SO inattentive)
71. student discount
72. egg fried rice
73. other varieties of rice
74. banter
75. 'ya mum' jokes
76. 'ya mum' serious insults
77. colour coding
78. staying good friends with my exes' friends, post break-up
79. listening to Adele when it's raining
80. bargains
81. having a lot of close friends, rather than a singled out 'best' one
82. rocky road
83. the word 'etymology'
84. the word 'metabolism'
85. how I've retained my massive knowledge of dinosaurs
86. Doctor Who
87. Limp Bizkit (bruv)
88. naan bread
89. stupid facial expressions
90. Being Human
91. being human
92. how much I relate to 'Save It for Later' by Flashlight Brown
93. Shannon Hoey
94. alphabetising
95. finding out people I thought hated me, do not
96. sausage roll dunked in raspberry fromage frais (IT'S AMAZING.)
97. lunchtime at Waitrose
98. tea
99. X-Men Movies
100. the green desk bin I have, which has a beaming smiley face on it:↓

Fashion and Feet-based Feuding

Beautiful Bloggees

So a few hours ago I got in from seeing Gok Wan in West Quay. Literally IMMENSE experience, not only did I get to see the only overly camp gay guy who I can actually tolerate in person, and get immersed in a massive atmosphere (I love community!), I might be on the tele in 5 weeks. All-in-all, a few hours of my life well spent... and£50wellspentonchinosandanewshirtbecauseIdidn'twannafeeluntrendyinfrontofGok.

Anyway, got home, unpacked my college bag, got changed, all them generic things you do when you get in, and then a friend pops up on chat, telling me to somehow look at my ex's profile. We've since sorted our differences, and get along now, but still have one another blocked on Facebook for reasons quite surreal. Anyway, I log onto a friend's Facebook to take a peak (Blocking works so well huh?) and see the following:

I can hear the groans of 'ugh paranoia' 'ugh not everything's about him' 'ugh wrong end of the stick' from you all, but actually, for ONCE, have really good reason to suspect it's about me:

1. The friend who told me to look OBVIOUSLY thought the same, and thought to inform me.
2. 'Just sayin'' is something I notoriously say...
3. Ex's Faghag #1 never liked me.
4. Other Dickhead Ex commented, whom doesn't particularly like me at the minute.
5. And 5. is the big one... I'm the ONLY fucking male I know with size 5 feet. Literally, think about it, it's a rare thing right?

The really fucking awful bit? The only reason I can think of why I'd 'need a slap' is issues with current boyfriend, who has a class with Dickhead Ex.

Backstabbed, irritated, furious? I think so. Why put a status alluding to me when we're not friends, so if it had not been for someone else mentioning it, I never would've seen it? Y U NO LOGICAL

Yours covalently

Luke

September

Picture irrelevant. :)

The population

Of this wealthy nation,

Are often met with agitation.

When desperation,

And confrontation,

Prevent cultivation,

And celebration,

This situation,

Forgive my quotation,

Is wrecking hopes of civilisation…

Without imagination,

And consideration,

All delegation,

Of elevation,

Of education,

And of exploration,

Will be met with mitigation,

And with legislation,

And with proliferation.

I beg we undergo realisation,

And begin anticipation,

For a world of illumination. 

Probably Peer Pressure?

^Like Charlie's Angels, only they're my angels, and instead of kick-ass secret agents they're lame-o English Lit students. Hey hum, Shirley's not Hollywood! The thing with A Level English students though, is that rather than starting trends like white apparel, or micro pigs, or heroin, like most the teen demographic, the only thing they have thusfar this week inspired me to do is make a blog.

I mean it was only a matter of time, I'm a witty fucker (I wish) but these lovely ladies definitely sped up the process. Maybe it's some sort of ritualistic ascension process into A Levelry... or maybe I'm just a sucker for trends and need a forum to rant. Probably the latter, realistically.

Anyway, howdy Blogspot/Blogger/Frogger/Tumbldrier or whatever the fuck you're called right now, I look forward to a cosy, platonic affair with you and your sexy, easy-to-use blog interface. I'm sure together, we can make like Take That (or alternatively Hitler) and rule the world.

Yours deciduously
Luke

P.S. Maddy DOESN'T usually look as patronising as she does in her picture above.
P.P.S. Katie DOESN'T usually look as disconcerting as she does in hers, either.
P.P.P.S. Hanna DOES genuinely usually look that gormless, like, almost all the time.