Sean Smith

Give me something to believe in

I am Theodore Matthew Jones.

I am seventeen and go to a sixth form that I don't enjoy hate. I love Psychology and Communication Studies. I'm the original doss kid. Hell, I did Media Studies too. Shoot me, because I'm not going near Physics with a bargepoll, son. Never again.

I love blonde hair, dark clothes, piercings and pretty faces. Girls and guys. Most of the comments I get are people leaning out of their (moving, wtf?) car windows to shout "emo!" or ask if I've been fucked in the ass enough today.

I’m finally admitting who I am and what I want to be. A lot of people might say I’ve changed, or whatever, but this is simply me being honest for once and not just going with what I should be, but what I truly am.

I wanna scream my heart out down a microphone. I wanna keep what I know I’ve got that’s good, and carry that all through my life no matter what. I wanna make sense of this. I wanna make an impact on someone. I wanna be known for more than crude jokes and bright hair, though that’s always a good starting point. I wanna be free. I wanna be real.

I can't explain things about me very well, which is why this is a total pile of tits. I can explain anything else, go through the mechanisms of photosynthesis, evaluate the social penetration theory, even let you know what heroin does to your synapses...but I'm totally lost on me.

Get in there, Blondie!

The Blackout mean the world to me, and they're the only people I'll admit to being a total screeching whore for. I've seen them live 21 times, traveled about 5000 miles to see them, all together that is, and met them all many many times. Seriously lovely blokes with the best energy I’ve ever seen. There are very, very few people better in my eyes. We are the best in town.

Kids In Glass Houses are immense in all forms of the word. They've grown up on the scene and changed from wearing their baggy jeans and surfer shirts to going out on stage donned in suits. Catchiest fuckers in pop-rock. Peace out, you snake bitches.

Lostprophets are the epitome of what it takes to be awesome. Every single one of them is so hot they make middle-aged women swoon, and their music is great whatever mood you're in. Undeniably fantastic. Stay frosty, kids.

Cos this bullshit’s left me seeking for something more.

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