oh... i think it was something by the red hot chili peppers.
ideal job?

Something in UK Politics (affiliations with parties, as opposed to pressure groups)

Favourite lyricist?

hmm i'm torn between lydia lunch and lee ranaldo.

religious?

Yes, pretty much so.

Favourite track off "Confusion is Sex"?

shaking hell.

favourite member of sonic youth?

Oh dear, can't decide. Um..no, I really can't.


Aims/Goals for the near future?

Get a drink.

Are you giving many gifts for Christmas?

No. Struggling student savings says "no". I managed to get a good friend of mine an album she always wanted for christmas, and I did buy my mum a perfume, and that being it. Let's hope some rather giving relatives come down and give me some money like they did when I was young..

(come to think of it, where did all of the money I used to always get, go?)

The Mars Volta. Like or dislike?

Love.

Do you enjoy sports?

They make me want to vomit!

The Smiths? (Y/N)

Sometimes.. With groups of friends. I remember MSI (The County-organized Soccer league here) being kinda ehh.. I played defense and looked up at the clouds. Not so bad I suppose. As lo ng as the ball wasn't anywhere nearby.

Y.

Don't make me gut-punch you, buddy! You'd better apologize for that little unneccesary stab at one of the best bands of the 2000's.

So?

I'll take the punch! As long as I don't have to listen to them. Each to their own, I say. I don't mean to hurt any feelings with my gutteral reactions to music. I cannot control my lunch's protests!

It's.... alright...No, who am I kidding. Take it back of face severe punishment!!!

After fleeing from the blows of The Mars Volta Army, 6billionghosts eases back into his favorite chair and puts on a Shellac record. He prepares to die as blood rises up from his throat. He is secure in the knowledge that beyond these last moments of agonizing pain, the Holy Land awaits him.

:D...

:cool:

...it is then that he sees k-krack coming to not only beat the shit out him more, but steal his Shellac record for himself.

In a puff of heavenly smoke, 6billionghosts is transported to the realm above!

Yes, I'm talking about the Moon!

Objects nearby:
Some rocks.
An old fashioned record player churning out Television's album "Marquee Moon." Unfortunately, 6billionghosts cannot hear the sound which would normally be emitted because the only oxygen on the Moon is in his lungs. And it's quickly depleting. Oh, and also the blood.

Okay, I'm going to bed.

Question...Post-HolyWar BONUS ROUND!

*theme show lights*

What time do you normally go to sleep?

School: 10:30
No school: 3

Night!

How many hours of sleep do you normally get?

six

how much do you drink per week?