Yeah...  Just figured out this journal thing was here.  Shame.  My ineptitude knows no bounds.  So, what does one do with a journal?  Hmm...

I guess I could just type out some random brain gush.  Though all my brain is doing now is thinking I really fancy some coco pops but then my other brain interrupts saying I should take my antibiotics at least an hour before I eat anything but then a third brain that is not actually mine swoops in and steals my rucksack which happens to have eaten the whole pot of antibiotics.  That or I misplaced it. I'm not that stupid though. It must have been the third brain.

I did have company. Now I am alone.  It was just me and my brothers watching Big Brother (anyone who scoff at it hasn't watched it enough), but then they ran away so I put a movie on. I think it was called Brain Dead, expecting it to be at least okay as it was directed by the same dude who did Lord of the Rings.  I'm almost certain it is the worst zombie movie I'm ever likely to see. This weird demon rat monkey bites and old lady who stomps on it's head, putting a zombie curse on herself then the typical zombie-bites-dude, dude-becomes-zombie types chaos ensued. Constant gore-fest. I think I got distracted by some random game on t'internet before the end though so I didn't see if the good guy won. If it's anything like most zombie movies though, he got eaten or else fell into the angle-grinder he was using to purée the zombies. They weren't your average garden variety zombies you see. You have to destroy the whole body, not just the brain so you could end up with some guy's small intestines trying to strangle you. I wouldn't suggest watching it over breakfast.

So I switched over to Scuzz once the film finished and sat here abusing Google but then a really catchy song came on so I turned my cap sideways to look punk, just because I felt like it, and started dancing.  That was fun.  Ish.  At least untill 'heart shaped glasses' by Marilyn Manson came on.  Grr.  Half the video is like soft porn.  So now it's Kerrang for me. I would put CR.net radio on but I always seem to end up kind of depressed listening to it.  It was like my refuge in hard times so I guess I've come to associate those negative experiences with a lot of songs from there.  Ah well.

I think that'll do for a journal thingy.