Aran. 18. Edinburgh/Forfar.
Music keeps me going, people keep me nicely insane.
Music: I like guitars that go DVVV DVV DRRR, and guitars that go squigglysquigglysqueesqueesqueesquee. I like the sound of really angry vocalists and mildly insane drummers. I like standing in the crowd, and standing onstage. I like watching Kirk Hammett walk over to MY side of the arena to deliver THAT fucking solo in One. I like David Draiman screaming that no, mommy, he won't do it again. I like the ridiculous amount of Metallica tees I'm accumulating. I like wearing my fingers down on six thin wires.
People: I like the Forfar crew, with their polar-bear-enclosing, port-dropping, dragon-impersonating, sleeping-bag-packing, frog-paedophile, massive-calved antics. I like the Edinburgh kids, even the posh ones and the ones with midget fetishes. I like my family more than I'd generally admit.
I like Farah a great deal, though I still haven't quite figured out why she puts up with me.
I also like updating MySpace pages when I should be revising. Apparently.
