This is not the time

I'm a bit late on my Michael Jackson tribute blog. And I'm not really going to make a whole speech. I'll just pass by it and hope that he is remembered for the genius songs and not the media hype towards the end of his life. I personally, think the rumours were totally blown out of proportion. People seem to forget the man was found innocent, and it's hardly a issue people take lightly. Weird, maybe, but it should never overshadow what an amazing influence this man had on the whole world.

R.I.P

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I have realised recently that the way I have acted and treated a couple of guys in the past few months strike alarmingly similarities with the was I was treated by M in the last few months of '08. This confuses me and only adds further to the guilt. As if I want to be evoking those kind of feelings when I know how bad it is quite well enough. And I'm not quite sure if this is stupid side-effects of a revenge on male gender or if it's just the way things go. Either way, I think I finally understand, completely, utterly and simply. Even if these reasons are bit too uncomfortable to write out, even on my blog, I know them. I'm finally fine with it.

Prom was fun. Well, prom itself wasn't brilliant. It was a hash of uncomfortable heels and cheesy music along with pathetic excuses for meals and watery coke. After prom was better, my parents actually allowed me to host an after-party, at my house, on my brand new roof terrace. I got in a drunken arguement with a particular neighbour and for some reason, all of my neighbours in a certain proximity haved seemed to be rather hostile towards me in the following days. Drunken, stupid antics, and I don't even care. It was all worth it.

And then today, it's surprising how three friends can spent 3 and a half hours kicking a football around a small garden and still manage to maintain a certain level of fun. Summer is a time for improving friendships, I feel like I've done that already and we're about a week in.

No complaints, about anything, I'm no longer skint, I have a decent week lined up, good friends, Becky's home, weather is nice... I'm happy. It's gotta come crashing down all over me in a great big mess pretty soon.