Joy Division or The Smiths?

I'm gonna take a minute to speak about the weekend. I would speak about friday night, but considering I don't remember from about 9 oclock until about 11 the next day, I'm gonna skip that.

After I caught the bus back to Spalding, I walked to mcdonalds and spent my last remaining money on a banana milkshake. Punx. I made this last a good half hour, with a headache that felt like a brain tumour and a weariness ins my eyes that can only be explained by the night before, which I had no memory of. I then got a lift back home, and slept for a few hours, showered and then got on a bus to Long Sutton, to see Josh, who was back for the weekend, and his friend Adam Lond, who is mental, He brough a half-pint of lager at the sugarbeet, a fact that I only got reminded of the day after, and how much I laughed. I then arrived, and we decided to watch Ceremony videos and listen to Fast Point - I'm Sick pretty much on repeat. We then started comparing bands e.g Ceremony of Trash Talk? Joy Division Or The Smiths? and so on. We managed to make this last well over an hour, until Lewi came home from work. We then sat down and played Monopoly, and lets just say, I didn't do too well. I managed to get in jail twice (both times for rolling 3 doubles) before i'd even passed go. In the entire game, I went into jail 5 times, 4 of which were for rolling 3 doubles. I must have rolled at least 20 doubles in the whole game, like it was going out of fashion. I was then left with one single 10k note (cause we were playing the 21st century version, yes) and then Lewi owed Josh loads and gave up, so we stopped. We then watched a couple of episodes of Scrubs and went to sleep.

I spent most of the night laughing at this picture:













I'm now sat in lewi's kitchen, listening to Against Me! whilst he's doing sudoku. I'm calmly sipping on a glass of water, and I expect nothing else of my day, except home, Doctor Who and washing windows.

Can anybody tell me why God won't speak to me?
Why Jesus never called on me to part the fucking seas?
Why death is easier than living?
You can be almost anything
When you're on your fucking knees.
Not today,
Not my son,
Not my family,
Not while walking is still honest,
And you haven't given up on me.