People are weird.
There are people who eat helicopters, people who like to fart the alphabet, people who spend their lives curled up in balls in nuclear bunkers in their back gardens waiting for the next ridiculous backwards "prophet" with fewer brain cells than teeth to announce that the rapture is coming and that we should all scream and cry and cross ourselves because some supernatural being is coming to eat our souls. But these people all look as average as an Adam Sandler movie compared to overly obsessive fans.
I do not understand these people at all. Why you would spend so much time and money going crazy over some singer or band is beyond me. those people who queue up 36 hours before a video game or tickets for a gig go on sale are just another species as far as i am concerened. The premiere of the One Direction movie is not that special guys. It's likely to be a pile of shit anyway, so have fun wasting your life freezing your ass off in a tent just so you meet 5 overpaid man-children for 0.164 seconds before they move on, afraid to catch whatever strain of crazy you have. It saddens me.
It's like this guy who spent $100,000 to look like Justin Bieber. What is the point? He could have used that time and money to, I don't know, help poor kids in Africa, or fight for world peace, or build a dungeon to chain up small dogs and use their skin for soft furnishings, or whatever floats his crazy unstable boat. I bet his mother is so proud.
Well that's me all vented for today. I hope that was at least mildly entertaining and didn't make me look too unstable...oh well. It's my fault for making a blog.
Liam
Oh and never try to do this on and ipad. The most painful experience of my life.
