Everything looks set to go. I'll be taking on the css and design along with others, Konstantino the images, FSX and anyone else who wants to help on the php code and such. I'll try and buy the domain soon possibly with some help… as in donations. 

We have the name, the idea, the style (ish), the people. We need more though. It's being set up as you read this.

If you want to help, go: msn lukelabern@hotmail.com | email lukelabern@gmail.com

I'm talking about the forums of HKG here. If you don't know what I am talking about, then please stop reading. If you do know, then visit here. The text on the page promises a revival, and it's written too long ago. It's time to push this into action. The PHP needs to be done. Someone, Soapbath, said he would do it and began… but then disappeared from Henry's radar. I was told to speak to him if I saw him and I did.

I didn't get an answer. He's out. Fuck him. Now I think we need to skip V6 and just use "SIX" or something. HKGSIX. Forget the past… just after this: even if we don't get everything back (hopefully we'll get the radio though), looking around the forums are awesome. The remains. There was maybe 6 members holding it together. Like a topical MSN convo. Even that brings fond memories and entertians me tonight. I want that back. If we get more memebers, even better.

I know that "we" are all growing up and soon this won't be an option. So come on, let's make a dash for this. I want this. I know you all want it. We're all doing new things… technology, web design, sports, a career in pornography, filmmaking, writing… Whatever. Let's bring this back to life.

If we all work as hard as we can, this can work. For starters, check this blog for all the news, if you care. Next, visit the following sites and link them here and explain them through it (get everyone who wants to come…and more):

Epiphany Gaming.

There's no one else yet! But visit the fun memories here:
HKG
DG
Monkeypro
(more to come)

Let's build something really special. Cross boundaries. Create an internet forum community utopia! 

Snake River Conspiracy. And the album is called Sonic Jihad. 

Look out for their stuff on LL.com/free.

Laters, off in heaven. 

I myself didn't play in the first half. As I had played the last few matches on the entire time, this kid, Matt, was played to give him a run out. More importantly, I was told secretly I would replace our fly-half, Ollie, if he went off (he had a groin injury). I was pretty pumped about this but it never happened. I had the second half as my native Outside Centre with one touch of the ball. 

I had a pretty awesome, and I mean awesome (one of my best ever) spells of tackles. I tackled a kid on one wing. Then the played who picked up thre ball. Then the kid who got the ball after that. Then the kid who got it after that I pushed to the ground, then I raced to the otherside of the pitch to help attack the other winger.

We only scored one try, but to be honest I don't think anyone was particularly bothered; there's only three weeks to go and no one was really paying attention.

Now onto the puppy. She's a girl, but that's okay. She's a lively bitch (I love saying that). She came on the ferry from Ireland on friday and would, literally, have been put to sleep if we hadn't have taken her. She is a pointer cross.

I called her D'Arcy, which is Irish for 'dark'. I love that name. And of course, here are some pictures:

Laters! 

Caught the tail end of Leicester v Bath but watched every nanosecond of Toulouse v Leinster. One of the best (club) matches I've ever seen (the best match I've EVER seen being the 2003 WRC final and Northampton v Saracens from this year). It was basically France V Ireland and yes, Ireland one.

This Irish point brings me onto something else: aside from me having Irish blood (who knew?!) there is something coming to my house from Ireland. A dog. Originally I wanted, almsot sickeningly, a boy dog, but we could only have a bitch and it would have been put to sleep otherwise so it's coming.

I don't know what to call her. I'll think of something.

Aside from that, after last week's boogeyman match (not knowing about it; being sprung upon us) we have a rematch versus Burgess Hill who was our (SRFC's) first ever match. We won, and hopefully we shall tomorrow. 

G'night. 

Woooo. I'm not making a track today; I don't feel up to it. There'll be plently of time anyway! This whole period is all about partaying (even if it is myself with a burger). 

On the subject of music, I found the greatest genre of electronic ever: HARD ACID TECHNO. That shit rocks beyond beleif. Not much on the internet, aside from this site (which encorporates all of the 'HARD' types of electronic): http://hardnrg.com. Give it a listen, but as I was saying to Jess:

 What's that thing we don't have for two weeks and two days? Oh yeah, SCHOOl. says:
EVERYONE is a pussy except me at listening to music
 What's that thing we don't have for two weeks and two days? Oh yeah, SCHOOl. says:
no one else listens to HARD ACID TECHNO which would make your eyes bleed
 What's that thing we don't have for two weeks and two days? Oh yeah, SCHOOl. says:
you'd be on a period 24/7 if you heard it

 Yeah, fucking EXACTLY.

Later; I'm off to get pissed on 1000% whiskey and stab a homeless man in the tit with a fork. 

Thursday =SUM(Drama,Drama,Bus Com,Geography,History). I think I'm a nerd. And I don't care.

The day was shit with sprinkles of loveliness. What I mean is, it was just a school day.

As you may or may not know, I've been preparing to create some supar-wikkid electroniqué music album/ep during Easter, and I've been getting reaccuanted with FL Studio. I've made a song on Tuesday, Wednesday and now today, and I plan to on Friday, too. I'll probably take a break on Saturday, maybe fiddle on Sunday, then crack on on Monday.

The track from yesterday is here: http://lukelabern.com/free/Music/Luke_Labern/screams_of_the_drums_and_men.mp3
And today's is here: http://lukelabern.com/free/Music/Luke_Labern/the_aliens_love_kids.mp3

Now go suck your own unruly penis. 

I woke up, with my hour still intact (<3). I did the usual, got out of bed, got dressed, used my waste facilities. Got some breakfast in the form of a shake, then went and brushed my teeth. Made sure I didn't look like an ape (or less of one). Happy with my lack of ape stylings (or rather, running out of time) I left my house, alone, andwent to school.

First was PSCHE. Sex ed essentially, at the moment. The lesson doesn't encorporate much. A few crude jokes. The end. We got to design some sort of storyboard based on Johnny Condom… Needless to say mine was funny. Too funny for me to recall here. I wouldn't stop laughing and would never finish the post!

After it was Chemistry. We heard about our Coursework. Yawn.

Break, followed by a Physics test. Felt easy… probably failed it up.

English. Yet more cover work. Yet more boring.

Lunch. There was a sort of mini-set of fights between Jack Huang and Peter Taylor… However nothing really came of it. Damn.

Maths last, which was easily the best lesson of the day for I actually had fun. Then I walked home. Then I came here. Jesus Christ.

It seems as though this blog is charting my steady decline into unrescuable boredom and essentially life slowing down to a slow churning of meaningless conversations and a few jokes. I only hope East can reduce the brain damage and I can be creative: writing, movies, music… Anything.

I fucking need something like that. So here it is: the two days countdown. 

For I have eaten like no man ever has. One 6-inch, double meat Subway Club with all the salad. One box of Popcorn Chicken with a medium diet Pepsi. Two huge Branston pickle, cheese and salad sandwhiches on wholewheat bread. And a one half of a chocolate muffin.

That was all within twenty minutes. Maybe an hour, actually; I was blinded by food that was filling up behind my eyes. Even before that I had a whey protein shake and I am eating an egg and cress sandwhich now. If we move aside from that crazy amount of food, I can tell you the story behind the story of my day.

I woke up at half past 8. I got out of bed at twenty to 9. I had reclaimed my lost hour of sleep! Good day already. It continued well from then on. Michael knocked at my door at 9, and we made our way to Seaford train station. We got lent a clipboard, which was lucky since I had not brought/bought one.

I sat with Daniel tolhurst, Michael Mullins, Andrew Coates and James Johnson on the fancy new train (not the slamdoor, amazingly). For the first time I used it all the way, rather than stopping off at Lewes, usually to get to London. The trip was funny, and pleasent.

When we arrived we went with our group (there are two Geography groups in year 10). We went around for two hours or so writing down notes on different "sites," to do with CBD (central business districts) and their transitions into suburbs and so on. We also did surveyson pedestrians, other vehicles and buses. And how noisy, dirty each place was and so on.

Then came the hour and 40 minutes like no other. It started with a visit to Subway's with Dan (the only person I like/tolerate/hang with in my Geography group) whilst we waited for the other group to arrive. We walked back to where we were all dismissed and were surrounded by 9 pigeons and a "pimp" seagull which was fucking huge. That was hilarious.

When they didn't arrive afte 10 minutes we backtracked and caught them when they walked up to the final "site". We walked with them and when they finished up we (me, Dan, Mike, Andy) went off to KFC. We got popcorn chicken mostly. Even though I'd had a subways. Dan even got a burger. Crazy.

We went to Gamestation and found nothing. Dreary that Brighton shop. After entering "GAME" we returned to the sq. and got some sandwhiches. Posh sandwhiches from a place called "EAT.". Man that was fucking filling. I was about to explode. But I need a piss, too.

We went inside and I releived myself. Then we made our way down to "Millie's Cookies" and Andy and Mike got a chocolate chip muffin whilst Dan got a gourmet triple chocolate cookie. I finished off (or tried) Mike's muffin. Finally we went to McDonal's where we watched Mike eat two McFlurrys.

It was then 1:30 so we headed back to the dismissal area. After six minutes of waiting for lost peoples, they eventually arrived and we headed on back to the train station. After a few minutes of waiting (fifteen or so) we got on the train and had a fucking hilarious ride back. That was one of the highlights of the day.

So after a very funny day with some very funny reoccuring jokes and themes I was in Seaford and back here. I received some sad news about a friend but my day is still awesome. I didn't go into much detail, mostly because I could write a small novel about it.

I'm going to fiddle with FL Studio after downloading some sexy VST Instruments and Soundfonts. I'm going to try to make an Album (or at least EP, extended play) in the Easter holidays so I am going to create a track now. Or start one.

Oh, I made the song. Here it is: http://lukelabern.com/free/Music/Luke_Labern/i_heart_HS_Roland.mp3. It's um… Well, it's made using mostly one single Roland Soundfont. It's pretty random, but there was some structure. I was testing out what I can do, but there was a certain path I wanted to go down. It's a bit like something my hero, aphex Twin, would make. Check it out.

Later! 

It started like any other week, except this one was the last school week before Easter Holidays… Two weeks, two days and some sleepless nights before we (the student body) returned to school. Hawt.

First up was English and, as expected, our teacher wasn't there. Next it was Chemistry, and a suspiciously easy lesson went under my nose. After break was History…and yet again we did nothing, but rather a video: "Jack the Ripper" with Michael Caine in the lead role of Inspector Aberleen. Period four I had Geography which was, and still is, my only "real lesson/s" of the week. A strict teacher, of sorts. A lesson you would expect from a gregorian. I enjoy it. Actually learning makes a lesson zip by. After a lonely tutor time and wait for PE (my friends left ) the Hockey lesson took place.

I put no effort into it whatsoever and my results showed that. My body was a shell of its former self. I had damaged myself more than I thought the day before. Then I walked home. And I was happy.

Monday nights are great; mostly because of Prison Break which is easily the show I wait for each week. It's on Channel five at 10.pm every Monday. It's fifteen minutes until then, so I can't wait. I think I like it more than Lost now. It's pretty brilliant. 

Oh, and tomorrow I have a Geography fieldtrip to Brighton, which means I don't have to go through five tedious lessons. And, even better, I get an hour and a half to do whatever I want in the town centre… And I'm going to Subway! 

More on that trip tomorrow. Oh yeah… I download Napoleon Dynamite and I've watched around thirteen minutes and it looks funny as hell. Give you my impressions when I've watched that, too.

Nighty night!