Things I dreamt about last night

Man that was some wierd dreaming.

• Looking after Michael Jackson (putting him to bed on my sofa?!)
• Having a party at my/someone's house in the yard, trying to hide vodka
• Being a ghost and being able to walk through doors into people's houses
• Being at a massive hybrid of car boot sale/music festival
• Having a massive argument in a hotel with my parents over something I dont even remember now
• A massive funfair
• Walking through a different smaller funfair with someone, and thinking how stupid that girl was for bringing a tiny puppy to a fair

Yikes, no more chocolate for me before bed

Do moths feel pain?

There was just a fairly big one in my house, I'd opened my bedroom door to shoo out a fly that was buzzing around in my room and pissing me off before sleep. I couldn't catch it. But then I heard this strange flappy sound coming from outside, upon further investigation I spotted the moth furiously trying to escape from my landing, kept flying into the walls and stuff. I felt bad for the little (actually quite big) guy. Being manly and not scared of moths, I just tried to catch it, I had it in my hands once but it escaped. Then it landed on my forehead. Then I was struck by a moment of panic, this is my chance, what do I do now? How do I catch it?
Aha! Retreat into the bathroom, I'll have more chance of catching it there, if it flies off my face. But turn the light off, cause it'll go straight for it, I don't want him to burn to a crisp.
So I wandered around like a dickhead in the dark in my bathroom before finally pulling myself together. This was ridiculous, the moth had disembarked my face, gonna have to put light on.
Do I open the window and risk more pesky night creatures coming in? What choice do I have really?
The moth was resting on the window frame, tried to catch it again with my hands, failed. Moth flies back on my forehead.
Slowly open window, Slowly raise head towards open window, moth flies off into the night.
Success!!

In conclusion, I feel bad that he was flying into loads of stuff and just generally being flappy. I wonder if they do hurt themselves when they hit stuff?

P.s, I even managed to get the fly out of a different window.

Woooooosh!!

P.p.s, check this caterpillar out, it has spikes on top of spikes!

Hair brushed and parted

The strangest coincidence just happened to me. Iv been mooching in my room a bit this afternoon, tidy, hoovering, y'know, the usual boring shit. In the background I set my media player library to shuffle and was enjoying a selection of tunes.
Iv just had a bath, and was standing in front of le mirror, blow drying my hair. I left the music on, even though I couldn't hear it over the hair dryer, cause it doesn't really take me long.
So after just parting my hair, and taking about 1 minute to dry one side of my head, I turned off the hair dryer and picked up the hair brush to give it a quick brush through, when what line should happen to play?

"Hair brushed and parted"

Just at the very moment I was brushing my hair, and pondering about how straight my parting was.

Sine from Moz

Brief ponderings

I just this moment pondered if I should make my blogs shorter, but maybe more occasional. I keep remembering things I meant to write about from ages ago. I'll ponder some more and get back to you.
In other news, I'm going out tomorrow night for my friend Laura's birthday. Iv had about 3 nights out so far this year (shit. Not shit nights out, just shit that im 22 and its July, and I've had 3 measly nights) And what happens, I get a massive spot on my face. Fucking brilliant. I hate to be one of those people who are all "ohh yeah it could only happen to me"
but this really does make me wonder if God does actually exist, and is being a total BASTARD to me. Fucker. Sorry for all this swearing. Gah, I'm just pissed off that I NEVER get spots, I mean like hardly ever ever. But the one time I'm actually planning to go out, bang, Vesuvius decides to grow on my chin.
Also, when I went to Leeds festival, 2006, my very first Festival, Vesuvius came out again. Actually the one I've got right now isn't as bad as that one, that one was probably the biggest spot I've ever had. ROAAAR!

Fuck fuck fuck.

aaaaaand exhale.

Y'arr

Gather round ladies and gentlemen, let me tell ye a tale of um, a man I know.

There's a man who me and my mam see sometimes, walking his little dog on the grassy fields at the end of our roads. His little dog is so cute, white and fluffy and with really bright eyes, she's only a baby I think so she's always excited to see ye. She's gorgeous. Anyway, yeah, we don't know him much, or even what his name is, but he seems so nice, and he always speaks to us.
He wears long-ish shorts, and a bandanna, like a pirate type bandanna not an axl rose type. Hence my nickname of him- "The Pirate".
Anyway, it turns out he lives pretty much directly opposite us on the back of our house, we share an alley and his yard sort of backs opposite ours.

So I was sat here on my bed last night, and I noticed out of my window that an upstairs light was on in his house, then it occurred to me that I'd never actually seen that room lit up, and curiosity got the better of me (I always was a total nosey parker) And I snuck off downstairs like a burglar to get the binoculars.
I probably wouldn't have done this, but I could just make out something glistening, moving a bit, in the window. I pondered for a bit on weather he was typing at a computer, or having a wank. So yeah, the moving really got the better of me, and after about a minute or so of spying, I figured out that what I was looking at was actually the neck and top part of a bass (guitar not fish).
I wonder why he was playing so late at night though, it was probably around half 12. Maybe he just took up bass, or maybe he broke up with his wife/girlfriend.
I had a bit of a nosey tonight, his sitting room looks cool, I could see the Tv, he was watching family guy.
So there you go, a nice, piratey, bass playing, family guy, pet loving dude. I really really like him, I really hope he's single, cause I would proper love it if him and my mam got together, It'd be proper good.
I don't think I've ever really tried match making anyone. If anyone has any tips, let me know.

Also I'd be grateful if nobody reported me to the police for being a spy.
Spanks