Going in for the kill.

It's nearly Christmas which means excitement should be around the corner (it most certainly is) and it makes being 18 all the more fun. Slight differences are occurring this year, mostly going out clubbing (I use that term lightly since I hate the word; for all intensive purposes, we shall say moshing. Thats more my thing). Either way, we get so wasted Paul Gascogine would wish he'd never been caught drink driving. Corporation is the venue. Tonight is the night. If I'm a) alive b) remember to do so or c) not chundering everywhere, I will post a hungover face for your viewing pleasure. Trust me, if you read this and aren't from Sheffield, Corporation is lethal. It will definately show.

All I want for Christmas........is Inception. Like, seriously. I've been addicted to that film since the summer and I want it. NAO. So please Santa, since I now have a lovely LED 32' TV, send me a copy of Inception. I can add it to my Chris Nolan collection, which incidently is the only filmmaker who I have all the films for on DVD. SPOOKY I SAY!! =O

It also goes without question, you need family, friends, LOTS of food and damn good TV to make it up to New Year. So, I plan to finally watch Muppets Christmas Carol BEFORE Xmas Day. It's a rule, a tradition that I must carry out.

Talk laters: I'm gonna kick the shit out of some n00bs on CoD: Black Ops. IngloriousTward is my gamertag. Hit me up; we'll have a game. Maybe even later, I'll watch Star Wars. I'm that cool.