a very serious blog, this is.

ahhhh, I havn't posted forever. It's like blogger is fizzling out in my brain, and I swore to myself that I would never fizzle out my shizzle!
bugger.

My theme of the past week has definitely been all about the whole hippy freedom business.

I really don't see the point of spending your life, getting somewhere in life. Fair enough, if you leave school at 16, society believe that you'll get mixed up with drugs and ting, but what if you're with the people you love? having a good time? who needs nice clothes, clean beds to sleep in, every moment you're doing something you don't want to be doing you're wasting precious time. We waste 7 hours a day doing fuck all that we don't really care about, just so that we're set up for life, but we are wasting life! YES, I would definitely prefer to be educated, I mean, school is good I guess, but if you're one of those people who puts all their energy into getting good grades, so that they can go on to go to another school, so that they can then do some poncy job that will earn them lots of money. WHAT IS THE POINT? We don't even need money, money just puts the mind at ease, money really can't buy you happiness! Nothing can buy you happiness, except for people! or, animals, if you're into that sort of thing. Love is what makes you happy. I truly believe that I love music, and that makes me happy. I love Paul Mccreddie, he makes me happy. I don't love working at sound cube, yes, it's okay, but I'm wasting time. I'm wasting time now, blogging!

Basically, I think it would be best if we all just lived in caravans, with the people we love, doing exactly what we love, whether that be an art, a hobby, sex? WE MUST DO IT. I'd only go to university for the wild orgies. There was a time in which I would fantasise about wearing expensive clothes and shoes and living in a big house with a beautiful man, those were bad times.

goodnight.