Hand over your money, and your love

I don't like change. Never have, never will, if you know me then you'll know this, once something is planned I don't want you to pick it up and make it into an origami swan. So, when my plans change, I'm not the happiest person in the world.

Didn't go London with Darron yesterday, we went to town instead, but I still got some jeans and another plaid shirt, so I'm not complaining. Also spent the remainer of my money, well, what was in my wallet anyway. Oh, and we're not going Fabric tonight either, mainly because people can't go (purely because they can't be bothered), or don't have money. So we're going to RAM@Matter on the 7th of August instead, which has a heavy lineup, and I'm looking forward to it. Thats if we get tickets. I'm gonna pressurise all my mates into getting them ASAP.

We're going to the Moon tonight, and I'm not excited about it in the slightest. I can't be fucked to go, its a shit place, the only reason everyone goes is because its cheap, and I don't feel like getting smashed anyway, even though other people are. Meh, I don't care, I'm only taking £15, so I have an excuse not to get off my face completely, even though I have £80 in the bank, and I'm sure a few people will buy me some pints, I'll just save my money if they do.

This morning I woke up at 5, well, my alarm went off at 5, then 5.15, then 5.30, I turned off every one, but naturally woke up at 5.45, which is a good thing, any later and I would of missed Gorillaring today. This explains the £15 in my pocket. The journey was pleasant, I read The Game all the way there, and on my way back aswell, the only thing that ruined it is when a tramp (well, he looked and smelled like a tramp and he sold The Big Issue, so I could only assume he was) sat next to me on the tube, he stunk of tobacco, cheap cider and piss, the smell made me gag as soon as he sat down, so I spent the remainder of the journey smelling my bookmark and looking the other way.

I got home at around 10, and fell asleep straight away, I'm still tired, and I only woke up about 45 minutes ago.

Science Museum tomorrow, that should be fun. That is if the plan sticks, which it should. I'm sure Becky wouldn't change the plans seeing as she loves that place, same goes for Lilli aswell.

I wanted to practice some of The Game today, but realised I'd probably suck, seeing as I've got zero confidence, and a shitty smile, it puts my chubby cheeks on display even more than they are, and I don't like that. Instead, I thought of a plan; Read the book once, then re-read it and take notes while another one of my mates read it so he knows what to do when we're out, then after I've finished re-reading it I'll put it into action, first of all I'll need to buy a bag (to keep what they call "props" in) though, I'd like a brown leather one, that'd be nice. Then after all thats done I'll read The Rules of The Game, which will only help me improve, right?

Something really annoyed me today, as soon as Sam walked up the stairs from the tube station, he started speaking to the guy next to me, I had my face buried in my book attempting to finish the chapter. I finished, removed it and Sam goes "oh, you're reading The Game? Going out on the pull are we Josh?" I chuckled and nodded my head making small talk, he turned to the guy next to me and goes "have you heard of The Game?" to which he replied "nope, whats it about?" Sam said "basically its how to pick up girls", the kid then went "oh I thought the game was to not think about the game", this is what pissed me off. Sam didn't clock on, he just made talk with him confusedly about the subject, the kid didn't bother to explain. The reason it pissed me off is because if you were a /b/tard (which he clearly was, ugly mess, spots all over his face, greasy hair, camoflauge jacket, yuck) why would you let others know? Its not exactly something to be proud of. Just keep your chapped lips shut.

Thats allllll I guess, I'm really fucking hungry, haven't eaten anything all day. Ciao.