Eh... yea!

I'm thinking my page looks kinda bare so I'm filling it up with posts, posts, posts! I have an unbelievable amount of homework to try and get done for tomorrow, but I only have myself to blame because I had all week to do it. If anyone's reading this, I could use some help in writing an English essay in which I "outline a get-rich idea" or something along those lines. I really should check what I'm actually supposed to be doing before I ask for help huh?

I'm gonna leave you with some lyrics from my favourite band at the moment, The Libertines. 'Tis a pity they split, because Dirty Pretty Things and Babyshambles pale in comparison! Anyway, here ya go:

Time For Heroes

Did you see the stylish kids in the riot?

Shovelled up like muck, set the night on fire

Wombles bleed

Truncheons and shields,

You know I cherish you my love.

But these rumours spread a nasty disease around town

You're caught round the houses with your trousers down

A head rush, and in the bush

You know you I cherish you my love,

Oh how I cherish you my love...

Tell me what can you want now you've got it all?

Your scene is obscene time will strip it away,

A year and a day,

And Bill Bones, Bill Bones knows what I mean

He knows it's eating, it's chewing me up

It's not right for young lungs to be coughing up blood

And it's all, it's all in my hands,

And it's all up the walls.

Ah the stale chips are up and the hope stakes are down

It's all these ignorant faces that bring this town down.

And I sighed, sunken with pride,

And I passed myself down on my knees.

Yes I passed myself down on my knees...

Tell me what can you want now you've got it all?

Your scene is obscene time will strip it away

A year and a day,

And Bill Bones, Bill Bones knows what I mean

He knows there's fewer more distressing sights

Than that of an Englishman in a baseball cap

And we'll die in the class we were born,

That's a class of our own my love.

A class of our own my love...

Ahhh did you see the stylish kids in the riot?

Shovelled up like muck, set the night on fire

Wombles bleed

Truncheons and shields.

You know I cherish you my love.

And I cherish you my love...