Keith Festival over the weekend, it sucked exactly 1032 kinds of ass. First of all, the mindless masses only use it now as an excuse to get absoloutely pissed. Thats all very well and good, but hundreds of people in a small pub aint. Its also resulted in the Dead of the music part of the Keith Music Festival. Which sucks We also ran into this right wanker, you know the sort, has to lie to a bunch of 17 year olds to make himself feel special, claimed he has worked with the Pogues and all these other kick ass bands. It was just the fact he didnt know the words to the songs he "wrote" for them that gave him away. Fecking wanker. This weekend is the keith chaos festival, which I look forward to. It should be most fun, just local bands playing on stage for 12 hours. Can't knock it. I'm strange right now. In a state of non-existance, I feel neither happy or sad at any time, I'm always just there. Maybe the fact that I've grown up has finally caught up to me, I dunno. 18 soon, then I'll really have to grow up, change and be a damn good Dougie. I look forward to it though. After Uni I'll go a few places, see people I've long lost contact with, make ammends etc. But that can wait till after the five years of hell. I got my ear peirced again. This is time number 8. With only two actual peircings to show for it (they keep getting infected, the first time it was when my ear got torn when someone hit me in the head with a baseball bat. Couldn't blame them though, i told them to do it - Don't think it was for some stupid DIY Jackass... I was bored. There was a baseball bat.) The second time I messed about with them too much, but this one seems to be good. I'll get more done later if it works out okay. Anyway, i better go to bed, have to get up early in the morning, haven't started work yet but have finished school... So I have to get up around noonish, which is really fucking early for me, lol.