Meet Cameron D’Ambrosio. He’s 18 and lives in a small town near Boston. He talks a lot of smack on Facebook and wants to be a rapper. Oh, and he’s being held without bail as a terrorist for … WHAT??!
This is actually ridiculous. Sometimes I’m really, really glad that I live in the UK.
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If people could vote for these guys it would be greatly appreciated.
They deserve this for all the hard work they’ve put in over the last few years.
Some of you might know them from when they supported Enter Shikari recently. And for those of you that missed it, you should check them out.
Asylum 10
Rick wearing my cow boy hat :D
Good memories!
I am so jealous! :-( Can’t wait to hear all about it! x
(Source: trickster-sp8-in-the-tardis)
So, last weekend we celebrated our two year anniversary by visiting Hastings.
It was lovely, asides from cold (and bloody strong!) winds, eating ourselves into a food coma and my mysterious rash appearing over my face, arms, chest and legs a few days beforehand which left me itchy and uncomfortable for most of the trip.
Seriously though, the rest of it was lovely. It far outweighed those little annoyances.
Here, we’re sat in a little alcove, within the ruins of Hastings Castle. That was an interesting experience. After this, we learnt a few things I’d never known about the battle of Hastings, and the way William the Conqueror came to power. Did you know his triumph was mostly caused by the direction the wind was blowing at the time? It meant some other guy, whose name I can’t quite recall, got to England first, and was defeated, so by the time he arrived King Harold’s armies were all tired out (and low in number) from trekking to Yorkshire and then down to the South Coast, so he had a bit of an easy win. It’s funny to think how different the UK could’ve been, if we’d have had a Northerly wind a few weeks earlier.
History lesson over. Other than that, we tired ourselves out by doing pretty much everything there is to do in Hastings that didn’t seem extortionately expensive in comparison to the similar, and cheaper, attractions that they had to offer.
Since being back, I’ve had a good start to the week. Arrived back at work on Wednesday morning wishing that I’d been able to have a lie-in and not really wanting to be back to normality quite so soon, only to discover that in the team meeting I’d missed on my travels they had announced that I was getting a bonus. Score!
Towards the end of this week, my mood has depleted a bit. I think mostly due to tiredness, so I’m planning to rest up tomorrow if I can. I had some plans this evening that I was really looking forward to, that I had to bail on because I was too drained to muster the energy to leave the house, to then be wide awake for hours. It’s a bit annoying when that happens, especially when I’ve missed out on something that I’d wanted to do in the intention of getting some rest and recooperating. Being sensible doesn’t always pay off. I should’ve just struggled through it, and I might’ve exhausted myself to the point where I would’ve crashed out as soon as I got in.
Sorry to those of you that I’d planned on seeing tonight, I’ll try and make up for it.
Pokemon X/Y is going to be set in France.
Yay! We can finally run from trainer battles!
Ouch! :D
(via roundtableking)
i am so jealous of europeans
three hours of travel and they’re in a whole different country, a whole different culture like seriously
three hours of travel and i’m in another town that’s just like mine
except three hours away
Yeah, but you why would you want to go to a country that didn’t vote for you in Eurovision?
We’d never get to go anywhere if we followed that way of thinking!
(Source: worldaccording, via oneofthe1882)
| these two girls, no older than eight, were standing outside the theatre with their parents, and i overheard their conversation. | |
| girl 1: | so which guy was the cutest? |
| girl 2: | loki! duh! |
| girl 1: | uh no it was hulk |
| girl 2: | YOU WEIRDO! |
| girl 1: | you're the weirdo! |
| their dad: | actually, you're both weirdos, captain america was the cutest |
could you imagine being on tumblr with all your followers physically present just like a group of 300 people standing around staring at you and every time you say anything a handful of them just repeat it to eachother for a few minutes
the internet is a strange place
So true.
