The pride and joy of our village feast.

Well it's already past 7pm and I've only just started writing today's entry. I guess it's going to become increasingly harder to update every single day, especially with university life coming up pretty soon.

The reason I didn't update earlier today though was because I spent the afternoon at the feast march. Oh boy what I have to say about feasts.

Personally I think some people take feasts so seriously that they forget what the main aim of the feast is, which is to praise the patron saint of the town or village. What, you didn't know that? Of course not, you thought that feasts are all about jumping around, clapping your hands, drinking beer and competing against other villages' marching bands and fireworks.

In other words, a lot of people here are hypocrites. Your so-called patron saint becomes your method of competition to belittle other villages by saying yours is the best, and that your village has the best fireworks. I bet God does a facepalm everytime he sees the fighting between the supporters of Santa Maria and Saint George. Can't blame Him, can you. It's like, you put boxing gloves on the saints and throw them in a ring and begin chanting them on to see who knocks out the other first.

So there's the processions, where everyone dresses formally and prays and follows the statue. My dad always says that that's the only real feast, because it's the only actual praising of the patron saint.

I'm on my way out to the feast in under half an hour. I'm going to be honest, I don't go to praise the saint. But unlike most of you, I don't go bragging about being where I'm from, and I don't chant songs which I don't even know who they're directed at. And I don't think my village is better than anyone else's. Hell, if I wanted to brag about a place I'd brag about Manhattan, where I was raised.

So here's the thing. Go out, have fun, do whatever you want to do. Just don't go saying your village is better than anyone else's, or your patron saint is the best. It's not about being the best. Let everyone else have a good time too.

Yowza, what a summer.

So today I received the acceptance letter from the University of Malta. First day's on the 30th of this month. I guess I'll be spending a week at the flat in Malta before, to get used to it.

Preparation for university life was only one of the many pretty eventful things of this summer. Let's rewind a bit to see how the past 3 months have been for me.

Soon after I finished my annual exams at 6th form I got my first tattoo, the Linkin Park one. Right after I finished my Matsec exams I got drunk for the very first (and hopefully the only) time. You can't blame me though, it was that stupid maths exam. Hardest exam I ever did. Thought I'd have to do it again in september.

Then there was the Nova Rock festival in Austria. Best musical experience of my life. Also the only time I spent 4 days without showering. And sleeping with guys. Who didn't shower either.
Anyway, then I hooked up with my current girlfriend exactly 2 months ago, yay me. I checked out the flat around that time too, the one I'll be sharing with 2 of my best buds Joseph and Luke, who are looking forward to making my life a living hell with endless pranks. Yep, best buds.

Hmm, then I received my exam results. Yes I even passed that blasted maths exam. 2 days later I passed my driving theory exam. Took me 8 minutes, booya. Still taking driving lessons though, I have one at 5pm today actually.

Let's see, what else. Well I had like 3 gigs with my band, one of them being pretty much the most awesome gig I ever performed in. Yes, the Wearetheundergound V2.0 one, obviously. Yeah and I made quite some money working with my dad. Painting, plastering, the usualy odd job shit. Hmm note to self, I still need a new acoustic guitar. Speaking of guitar, I got my 2 other tattoos just recently. One of a black cat and the other of well, yes, a guitar. Figured the latter out by yourself, didn't you? You smart thing.

Jeez, I hope I didn't forget anything. Funnily enough I thought this summer would suck balls. Turned out to be the exact opposite.

Now for it to be completely perfect I need to eat cake today. It's my brother's birthday. I want cake damnit.