I'll need more poster space.

It was only Sunday yesterday and already it's the weekend again. This is how it feels in my shoes. My shoes which have seen better days and always get stones in.
At times like these it's better for time to fly.
I still have some comics to read from Christmas. I was such a geek this January, with my comics and games . I'm really looking forward to getting back to them.
I should do one over summer but I already decided on my summer project. I'm going to make a cigar box guitar.
I want to go to New Orleans.

Getting more new people at work. It's like my wildest dreams coming true now that I will get to boss around a middle aged man.

Thirteen days to go!!!

Tuna melt.

I knew I kept those bottles for a reason. Likewise with that helmet.

The king crab season is better than the opilio crab season.

Hands full of holes.

The sky is always so pretty:

Nothing to report on the day that would be considered interesting.
I have no idea how I lived without This Is The Sea. It's the thing I want when I go to bed along with Back In The Bottle, and I want the same combination in the morning, it's like I'm married to them.
Our children will be beautiful.

Pumpkin.

I did have a longer post but not one word of it was worth the pixels they would use up on the screen. 

Not that it was complaints or tales of woe, it just seemed to be the same old story. 

Probably because my life is just the same day everyday and it's been that way since Christmas. 

So the only single nugget of new information: I planted my pumpkin. 

Blood and romance.

My day has been all about bullet wounds and willow trees. I'm supposed to be reeling everything in now and putting the finishing touches on things but I can't help start new things.
I have just sat down to do some sketch book related activities and I found a load of loose sheets that I did a while back. Paper clipped them in and already everything looks more complete.
Tomorrow I will do my final canvas before Somerset. I might do a collage too because I'm guessing that that wont take much time at all as long as I don't use a big piece of paper.

One hundred and thirty-eight make up photos, that's how many I have. I just counted, as in I put them all in one folder and let the compute count for me.
There are only three more designs I wish to do which if all goes to plan will take me a couple of hours, and if it doesn't go to plan then it will still only take a couple of hours only it will just be two designs.
Then I'll get all these photos printed and buy a pretty book to put them in. Annotate it all and throw in a couple of sketches and I'll be pleased with it and so will my interviewer and we'll talk and great lengths about how awesome I am.

I'm feeling exceptionally confident today. Not about any in particular thing, I just have that feeling that I will be something great. I haven't the faintest idea where this feeling came from, it just turned up. Life doesn't look to be as tough as people make out.

I saw the BNP political broadcast today. I wasn't aware that despite their racist views that they wanted to withdraw all troops from foreign wars. I thought they would of loved killing people in foreign countries.
It looks like that on election day I will be leaving an hour before the polling station opens and might be home after they close. I'm couldn't care less really, however my mum is trying to work out how she can vote that day and don't bother suggesting postal voting because you had to sign to that like six days ago. If we get back in time I suppose I might vote because my mum will be going there and if I did I'd probably vote Lib Dem. No idea what their policies are, or all those other words that I childishly ignore. My reason for choosing them is purely that if they get in, I can say I helped.

Anyway, I've stalled myself for too long now. Must dash, make coffee and work, work, work!
Oh yeah, before I go, remember how my thumb hurt yesterday? Today it's lovely and bruised, pretty much half my hand. I'm pleased about this because it hurt me a great deal and now I have proof of that. I hope that the bruise gets worse too, just to milk it all the more.
And why is it that everyone these days is a cage fighter?

Cloudy sky.

The hate from a Dan is a powerful ugly beast.
Today on the surface might of seemed like a bad day but below that surface today has actually been quite good. Hating people and arguing is awful fun in a way.
And being slightly childish with this hate. Childish is fun though, because children have fun and they don't need to have all the fun, I need some too.
Now I'm going to be ever so focused on keeping this hate because I can't help but forget about it sometimes  and then I do that shitty "benefit of the doubt" stuff. Nope, I vow to be a bitter being from now until August.

Other new things in the world of Dan, my thumb hurts. Pretty sure I was a hairsbreadth from being in a cast. Got it stuck between a rock and a hard place. The rock being a metal bar, the hard place being a crate. I'll never tire from massive outbursts of swearing.

I should go do something alone now because I'm sure that I will be a complete bastard to anyone who talks to me tonight.
Not my fault, everyone in the world should just be more bearable and less insufferable.

My eyes, my days, my life.

My eyes are some sight today. I noticed them before and they are major league blood shot. From a far they just look pink. Then it gets better as under those bad boys I have bags. Bags!?! I'm guessing that's what they are known as, it just looks like a miniature black eye.
I didn't think this week has been this rough, or maybe I just look like shit and don't notice it.
I'm happy that it's Saturday night. Yes, I do have work again tomorrow but not until eight which means a whole three extra hours in bed and it will have that fun Sunday feeling in the air.

I feel very, very lazy right now. I've done a bit of colouring and I'll let myself do nothing now. I might go read before having a massive sleep.
Yes, there really is nothing else that I can think about talking about.
Got another huge burn today. And a big cut that I never noticed, I guess it forgot to hurt.
I feel like delving into something and learning. Like mythology and folklore and such other ye olde tales. I don't like reading from a computer screen which scuppers that idea because I lack the sufficient books. I got an encyclopaedia on mythology not so long ago. I don't like the layout of it that much and I did just buy it for the pictures.
Gosh I'm warm.
Gosh I've wasted too much time on this that I'll never see again.
And my ankle hurts.
Humph.

It's a motherfucker.

I nearly woke everyone up this morning with the word motherfucker. I stubbed my toe on a speaker.
It's good and bruised now but everything moves in the right way and no longer hurts.
At work I find a note. A full side of A4, so a long note. Adam had wrote it last night, saying how Rob had done nothing and he is just a general cock.
This pleased me because I'm hoping he gets fired or thrown somewhere else.
Despite all the extra work I had to do, it felt good.
We all had a chat about how to get him fired. I love how it doesn't matter how old you get, you'll never fully grow up, it was just like being at school.
I'm well ripped now as I had to rearrange the whole of our freezer. A task made all the harder because the only free space in said freezer is no wider than the crates.
Quite literally though, I am ripped. My muscles decided to grow faster than my skin so now I have the most bitching stretch marks on my arms. Good job I'm not a woman.

I have thirteen days until my interview. The panic isn't setting in and I'm not sure if it will.
I look at what I have done and I think it's an appropriate amount. I did maybe forget about my sketch books for most this month, they are bare.
I'll fix that as so far next week is only a four day week.
I need to get all my photos printed too, then stuck in a pretty book in a pretty fashion.
One thing that I should sort out, I don't really know what to say. I doubt that I will dwell on this, wing it on the day. And there is no point creating some good looking answer which is transparent. No, I'll go for the honest, top of my head approach. It's worked fine up until now.

And who cares about that anyway? Exactly a week after that interview nothing will matter because I will be seeing Third Eye Blind and then what else will I need to do with my life. Anything after the thirteenth of May is an added bonus.
My stomach remembered about seeing Third Eye Blind this morning. Oh what a wonderful feeling.

Birthdays, barbecues & beer.

Title says it all really.
I'd stay and chat but I'm not going to.
Feet feel like they have been cleaved in two as I've been rocking the flip flops since lunch time.
Won a game of pool against some pro despite my handicap of being shit.
And today as been the best day in a fair old while as it has taken me away from my normal, everyday routine.
Friends are great.