I have talked about this before, but I regret moving into this damn house, three of the people I actually liked have moved out because of all the inconsiderate behaviour by certain members of this household. Now in the last few days there’s another one that has moved into the room next to me, playing fucking shitty drum ‘n bass at obscene levels at 10am in the morning now. I don’t mind people listening to their choice of music, but why on earth does it need to be that fucking loud? If I can hear it clearly through a solid wall, then it must be deafening in the room. I could play my music at extreme volumes, but I don’t want to, because I like to be able to listen to music, if I want to hear loud music I’d go to a concert or a nightclub. I work with loud sound systems 5 or 6 nights a week, I don’t want to listen to loud music at home. This is like living in a student house at the moment, this was advertised as a quiet working house, looks like another word with the landlord will be necessary.
World leaders are like children, today only confirmed that with Russian president Vladimir Putin threatening to aim his nuclear missiles at Europe because of a new missile defence shield being built by the US and NATO. It does make you wonder how safe this world of ours really is with idiots like Putin, Blair/Brown and Bush in charge of the worlds most destructive armouries. It’s a well known fact that I dislike politics and politicians, and every day I feel more and more dislike for politicians, they are always just one step away from being war criminals, many consider Tony Blair and George Bush to be war criminals already. Back to Putin, we know it’s an empty threat, no-one is going to fire nuclear weapons, it’ll mean the end of the world, Russia fires at Europe/US, UK fires at Russia, US fires at Russia. It’s time to put your head between your legs and kiss your ass goodbye.
I could keep on talking about myself and Ali, but it’s a pointless exercise, I feel no different to how I felt a week ago, I still want to pursue a relationship with her; I am still in love with her, I go to bed every night fighting back the tears. I can’t talk about most of the events that happened in those three days, I have promised Ali that I won’t write what happened on here. But I do question everything that I did or didn’t do, could I have done things differently, made things as perfect for her as they were for me. I don’t understand what went wrong, I really thought that at the end of day two everything was as it should be. I question whether we should have put off meeting until later rather than bringing it forward by almost two weeks. I question whether it’s my almost nocturnal lifestyle that put her off, or even the pace of life down her in Plymouth, I have so many questions, but no real answers!
