Hi. I'm Josh, i like to think my nickname is joshco but its not. I don't even have a nickname. I'm 17 and i love music, its my life along with seeing my friends and girlfriend.
I love going to Weymouth to see my girlfriend Imi, its so nice to get off the island every month and see something new for a change.
Summer is here finally and I've finished my first year at platform one and only just scraped it. I don't plan on making the same mistake next year for all the people who don't believe me.
I live in freshwater, its pretty dire out there, nothing really except hillbilly's with 9 toes and chav's with 9 babies. I think i rate it as the most inconviniant place on the whole island. I can't wait to go to uni and take music further, the sooner i leave island, the better :|
It pisses me off when people hold your own mistakes against you, constantly taking the piss, whether its a joke or not. Fucking grow up. I go to an amazing music college where im doing what i love more than anything, and only i can take that away from myself, so get over it. I always seem to move forward and then always end up in square one again.
This girl is amazing, i think she's fucking beautiful :)
She lives in Weymouth and i miss her when she's not here :(
Everything is perfect at the moment which is great :)
She's the best thing that has ever happened to me and makes me so happy. She probably deserves someone alot better than me! I'm lucky to be with her. Ive shared so many memories with her and still do.
I love her so much. xXx
I don't like idiots.
Heres my little rant about Radiohead, their music is incredible, better than anything ive ever heard before. I saw them in June and they were fucking amazing! :D Anyway, hope you like 'my'space, add me on msn or something - '[email protected]'
Laters!
"One cold chilly evening, I and a friend had been savagely attacked by hunger. As the pain became unbearable we went on a hunt to find any unwanted cash, but mainly found coppers. But the wind changed, and so did luck, as a kind person donated £1.30 to our hungry souls. We thanked the person, and ran to the nearest chip shop, as hungry as can be. We order the measly amount of food we could afford, and grasped it with both hands as it was passed over the counter, we took the food to a safe place, sheltering it like a protective mother to her unborn child, we found a suitable spot where it was safe. As we slowly ripped the bag open, our senses were hit by the over powering smell of lots of vinegar. All was well, we were ready to begin out meal, but suddenly, a large ‘claw’ like figure approached over our shoulders, and snatched all that could be taken with one cheeky swoop. Just after our dreams had been shattered, and our chips had been taken, the words, “thanks guys†was heard, as me and my friend looked round in disgust..."
Written by Chris May.