It's a helping hand that makes you feel wonderfully bland

I'm seeing my awesome friend Sophia in a just over an hour! This is very exciting because she lives all the way in Colchester, so I naturally don't get to see her very often at ALL. I think she's the only person I've ever met (apart from maybe Josh Taylor) who likes Blur more than me (hence the blog title - if you didn't recognise it go and listen to some more Blur, fool!). This is quite the coincidence, as Blur's formative years were mostly spent in Colchester. We're going for a meal with Kayleigh and Gabe (Gabeleigh? Or possibly Gayleigh?) which presents a problem for me, as I don't really possess any particularly smart clothes. I am always the most underdressed for everything and its been getting to me recently (I didn't really care before then, it's quite odd). Still, Kayleigh said Gabe is only coming in a hoody and jeans. I hope she wasn't lying, because that's what I'm planning on doing too.

It's Valentine's day soon, AKA the worst day of the year. I have always been single on Valentine's day for the whole seventeen of them I have lived through. It always makes me so bloody miserable, especially all the ridiculously lovey dovey couples. They're the worst. I don't think I've ever even received a proper valentine either. I always used to tell myself that that year's Valentine's would be different, that that year would be the year. This year though I know it's bound to be shit so I can't even be bothered to try being optimistic. I do actually have something up my sleeve for this Valentine's, but I have no idea how it'll work out yet. It'll probably never happen and stay as this stupid little dream in my head, like most things involving love.

Next music review should be up soon, once I decide what I'm actually going to review. It won't be as long as the last one, that one took forever (well, three days). I couldn't help it though really, I just have so much to say about it (a lot of which didn't even make it into the final review) and I really do love it. This is Harry, signing off.