Went to see new Moon on Friday, it was actually good. I shouted at the whole cinema for screaming at every guy that took his top off. Everyone lolled. Went to a gig yesterday, my friends the guitarist. It was at the Barfly in Camden. Got chat up a couple times, it was creepy. Girl kept trying to touch my fangina. I don't like her, she's gay when its just me and her, but when there's guys about OH NO SHE'S A HOMOPHOBE. Fucking semibisexual shitbags. She isn't hot anyway. And she smells like a fucking ashtray, allow snogging that shit.

One sec, i think my soup is burning.

On one of the underground train tunnels there was a poster of Edward Cullens HUGE FACE, and it was like, covered in lipstick kisses. I regret not taking a picture, but I was in a rush. Ugh, SO MANY FUCKING LINES WERE CLOSED. Sometimes london underground is the best thing, sometimes I want to jump on the tracks and die to avoid its torment. After the gig we got drunk and sat and played instruments in the drummers loft. ATTIC FOR YOU 'MERICANS. This soup is mega yummy. I came home and ate cake, then threw up cause i hadnt eaten much that day so i guess my stomach was like WTFLOL, I CANT BE DEALING WITH THIS SHIT.

Below is a drink i bought. It was kinda like red bull but more DISGUSTING.