Just thinking.

Thinking tonight. I hate thinking sometimes as i have the tendancy to always overthink. I think about what i am doing with myself, what important calls ive missed while my mobile has been buggered, where im going to be in five years, who will i be with, will i have the same friends? I think i tend to scare myself thinking about it.
I need to stop thinking.

Scrabble.

Scrabble. Now scrabble is a game that is very close to my heart. I love the "Z" and the "X" and the "J" and the "H" and also the "Q" but only if there is a "U" handy yanno?
It also takes about an hour to finish, so it is the perfect time consumer. The only problem is I am a very bad multi tasker, so when i play scrabble, i dont pay attention to anything else going on in the world.
You may also be interested to know my highest score was 60. I got that bad boy with the word FAZE on a triple letter score. Believe me boys, it's worth a bash.
Ciao.


(These are not getting any more interesting are they?)

Rhys House

I am currently in Rhys' house. In all fairness, Rhys' house is like a bloody sanctuary where we watch T.V, eat Food, drink tea and make pasta. I went to a art exhibition today. T'was indeed my first and I was impressed. I also saw a woman so pretty i genuinely considered becoming a lesbian. Not that I would. Actually, I can safely say i never will.
Anyway.
I don't exactly know what to write in a blog. I hope that this isn't a place where i am supposed to talk about interesting things, as i don't have much of that to write about, so i guess i will use it as some sort of diary kind of thing.
After writing this very small piece, i have realised how shit my creative writing skills have become since leaving school. Maybe this will help? Who knows. I shall write more when my muse decides to stop faffing about doing whatever muses do, and comes back to help me use my brain more effectively.
Ciao Bamberino's.
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