Well.
The album version of Moby's 'Lift Me Up' is different to the one I previously had.
Only ever so slightly.
But it's noticeable.
I'm not sure which I prefer.
And I think I dislike it when Moby uses female vocalists that aren't samples.
a) because it's not a very Moby sound and b) because he choses crap singers.
December was a strange month.
I think I'd have to look in my diary to remember the first half though.
Not a pour-your-heart-out diary.
An appointment-at-6pm kind of diary.
But from the 19th onwards has been eventful.
What with Martin and stuff.
Though we're still not official.
Not sure what's happening with that to be honest..
Christmas was an average wintery day, except with presents in the morning.
Diamond ring and a 'Charli' necklace.
Very impressed.
Oh and some books.
Of photography.
A big bastard of a Vanity Fair portraits book has kept me entertained.
New Year was an average night out, except with fireworks.
It was a lot colder than last year.
And less exciting.
I've discovered I really suit purple.
A rather pleasant discovery.
I need to start taking photos.
I'm getting very unmotivated to do so.
Which isn't a good sign in all honesty.
I suppose it's because I don't have a niche yet.
I don't know what to take photos of.
I also desperately need to get my tattoo finished.
I'm sick of the biro look it has going.
Though Matthew prefers that to the shading.
I need more.
I need more ideas.
I don't know where I want them.
All I know is I want them.
You see people with amazing tattoos.
And you wonder where they got the idea from?
A picture?
The internet?
Drawn by themselves?
Drawn by someone else?
I just need the inspiration.
I need inspiring for a lot of things at the moment.
Especially college.
Rant Rant Rant Rant Rant.
Well I'm back from Scotland.
