Yeah, If Only It Was Saturday, Saturday!

current music: The Rocket Summer - Saturday.

I've been sat here a while bored out of my skull, so what better way to 'cure' my boredom than write a HUGE post for my blog.

Here comes my brain spew:

Scott has agreed to get The Office boxset for me from his account, I will be paying him back. Result. I fucking love The Office. Me and Sam seem to be talking about it loads lately. Next on my DVD purchase list is I'm Alan Partridge Series 1 & 2 and the Family Guy boxset; when I can afford it.

How good is good music?

And by good I don't mean any type of music. I mean the happy cheery stuff that I can't get enough down my lugholes. Mr Bryce Avery is my God. His music is aural sex. For those of you who are mis-educated in music, allow me to inform you:-

Bryce Avery is The Rocket Summer. One man, playing drums, guitar, keyboard and vocals. Not all at once of course. But he recorded both his albums himself.

Seriously, if you are in a bad mood get ahold of one of his songs, smack it onto your musical system, pin back your ears and prepare to have a massive smile slapped on your face.

Even if you are already happy, this music can enhance your mood tenfold.

Awesome.

It's just fun music. Who needs all your technical gutar solos or deep, meaningful vocals or trendy bands or overhyped bandwagon pish when, at the end of the day, music as simple as this can be fun.

I fucking love it and I challenge any of you lot not to. If it doesn't make an impact then you are clearly not understanding of the word fun.

Anyway, long overdue musical gushing over.

Elsewhere in music land, my musical palette is ever expanding and broadening. There is too much music for me to appreciate. Agh, you bastards, give me a chance to love it all!

Music aside, I handed in my business coursework.

FORTY SEVEN BASTARD PAGES.

Almost done all of my ICT coursework but I am severely lagging behind in my Media. That is wack.

Earlier, for no apparent reason, I felt completely unappreciated by my friends. It was weird. Nothing triggered it; it just came into my head. I can't even explain it! Shut up Gar, bloody 'eck child.

Minor niggle aside, tomorrow is SATURDAY SATURDAY. This means The Girlfriend is over. This means Gar is happy. This means everything is better.

In off the red.

chro.