Hey everyone, it's been a while yet again, I'm pretty pants at updating this thing, oui?
It's been an interesting few weeks, finally into the ol' Easter break, which is good... Even though I sleep 'til one and wake up every day feeling like i've had a frontal lobotomy... exams on the horizon too and although i should be revising like a bat out of hell, it's not happening. I have this inability for doing things I don't have to, yeah. Lazy lazy.
So I'm sitting here listening to Atreyu (a rather good band y'know) and staring into space (well not literally, that'd be impossible) and can't stop thinking about this one thing... So gather round and I shall tell you a tale.
Just over a week ago now I had a danish guy to stay, it was sort of like a school exchange, except I don't get to go back, which isn't cool... anyway, we got along really well, he plays guitar, I play guitar, he's extremely handsome, I'm extremely handsome, and so on... so all was well during the week, yeha. Before they left we had a leaving do, and a beautiful blonde danish girl went for me, shocker! 
We're not just talking beautiful, we're talking magazine featuring scandinavian babe... Sweeeet. Down point- she had a boyfriend, and inevitably as the alcohol flowed I ended up going with her. She gave me her email and we webcam pretty often... she's gone as far as using the big L word So that's where I'm confused, she's really into her boyfriend and I'm fine with that, but it's hard to know what to say back to her at times. But she's a smoking hottie and it's totally impossible to break it off, me being a stupidly weak man and a chronic sucker for a pretty face.
And I've totally just used my blog to brag about a hottie going for me, pretty smart eh?
Tired of typing now cowboy, laterrr.
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, scratch that. Let me rearrange my wording so I fit better in the group. "We all own guitars here! " snicker snicker. WELL Parry my Kneegrow, it has indeed been a wHile. It makes me smile knowing you're trotting with the foxes. I had a clingy flingy thingy once upon a time with a girl like that. The components that brought us to ultimate failure? She was a 'I like boys, i like girls! let's party!' kinda girl, and I was the emotional romantic. And with a heart out on my sleeve, and dare I say that want to be accepted by a smokin' chickita I was a passenger and she was a driver to a trip that quickly went where I hadn't intended. I didn't get probed if that's what you're thinking, but she did teach me that lesson to let things roll off my shoulders. Be more carefree and it not only makes you more chill but you don't look like a jealous twerp in the most simple situations. It's a neat thing to not be affected by jealousy the way a lot of people are, and if you can relate with me on that, you might wonder how they could possibly get upset over some things 
hugs, friends, harmless flirting (which I believe in! has gotten me out of trouble before!) and it's all just one big smile, that I'd love to tell people over and over about. So I'll do it now. Parry 'n Fish. Keep smilin'. I'd bet you do but enough I wonder? That's the presription for the day from dr. darkkar. I'll try and take my own medicine as well, so in the meantime, go frollock where the wildflowers grow.
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