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I joined Last.fm^{^} yesterday and started playing some tracks from my favourite bands & artists.

After I grew bored of that, I took a look around the band/artist's page and noticed that there's a little "Similar Artists" section, with other bands and artists who sound like the one you're viewing.

I started clicking around these and listening to the tracks and finding more new-to-me bands. I happily spent about three hours listening to new stuff, favouriting the stuff I really liked and adding stuff to my library.

I don't watch much TV and don't even remember the last time I watched the Box or Kerrang, so the only way I usually find new stuff to listen to, is off the radio. And I'm normally forced to suck it up and listen to the crap being played by Plymouth Sound, Radio 1 or Radio 2.
So, yeah. It's not very often that I listen to new stuff and when I do, it's usually bloody Pop, RnB, Hip Hop or Rap.
I prefer stuff like Linkin Park, Nickelback, Staind, Queen Adreena.

Via Last.fm, I've 'discovered' new stuff¹ I like and want to listen to! Breaking Benjamin, Mudvayne, Skillet, Evans|Blue, Taproot, Three Days Grace, Collide and Seether being the big 'I LOVE!'s.

Happy.

¹ - I know that some of these bands, if not all, have been around a while. I've just never been able to listen to them before.

Wednesday the 30th of July was Myke's 20th birthday. I'd booked the day off work, so I could spend it with him.

Phoned him up in the morning, once he'd announced he was up. Wished him a happy birthday and told him I'd let him know when I was on my way.

Around ten o'clock, I booked a taxi to come RIGHT NOW. Myke thought I was getting my bus to town and then his bus to his house.
I got to his house and rang the doorbell and Myke answered and called me a little bugger because he'd been expecting me to say I was on the bus and had NO IDEA that I was taking a taxi.

We went up to his room and I couldn't stand it any longer; he HAD to open the presents I'd bought him RIGHT NOW, THIS VERY SECOND!!!

The first present from me:

A mug with a photo I'd taken of Whitey^{^} on it.
He opened it and was all "AWWWWWWWWW" and gave me a big hug.
I kind of thought he might not use it much, since it's a normal mug size and he drinks his tea from giant mugs. But no, he's been using it, so I'm very happy.

The second and main present from me, I'd had to smuggle into his mum's car when he wasn't around and then she had to smuggle it into the house when he was at work last week.
When Myke was ready to open this present, I asked his mum to get it out of it's hiding place for me and I took it upstairs to him.

I'd bought this present for him a few weeks before and was DYING to get it out and try it but I wasn't able to.

YEAH! The Wii Fit! He got all excited and he was very happy to get that particular present! He said that, when I told him his present was bigger than I thought it would be, he thought it might be the Wii Fit and was hoping that was what I'd got him.

I'm pretty sure he likes it, at least a tiny bit, since I can barely get him off the bloody thing.

After he'd opened all his presents, we played on the Wii Fit for a few hours. His mum, who is like, the coolest mother EVER, even played with us. So much fun! We ended up all sweaty and gross.

Around lunch time, we went to have our picnic. Except we couldn't have it outside, because it kept raining (heavily). So we had it in his conservatory instead, while watching a film.
French Fancies^{^}, oat flapjacks, caramel shortcakes, snack-a-jacks, cheese toasties, etc was our picnic food and the film we watched was "Apocalypto" (which is a beautiful film but HORRIBLE).

After that, we just played on the Wii Fit again until it was time for me to go home.

I think he had a good day.

The day after I wrote this entry, Bubble died.

Just before Christmas, my sister decided that it was time for a new pet. A goldfish. She bought the fish, a fishbowl, fish food and some rocks to sit in the bottom of the bowl.

Well, the night she got that fish, I found out that fish aren't the quiet little pets they make themselves out to be; Poppy, the goldfish, would keep me up all night, chucking her bloody rocks about.
Although the noise she was making wasn't really loud, it was one of those annoying little noises, like the dripping of a tap.

Eventually, I got used to it. Then, a month or so ago, Tay decided that it was time for Poppy to get a new friend.

She spent hours researching goldfish and all of their different types on the 'net. She eventually chose the one fish I hoped she wouldn't get; a black fish with pokey out eyes. She named it Bubble.

Wonderful. Another boring, noisy fish.

Bubble has kept both me and my brother entertained all evening, much to my sister's disgust.
See, Bubble's taken to swimming upside down. And sinking to the bottom of the bowl and floating back up again. And he's been swimming backwards!

I must admit, he does look kind of dead:

He didn't really act alive, either.^{^}