Monthly Archive for April, 2006

I maek poast

Published on 30/04/2006 in everything. 2 Comments

Or I would, if I could think of anything to write about. So instead I’m writing about not being able to think about anything to write about. Meta~

Yes, it’s pointless, but when I made my list of things to do today (wash up, clean bathroom, empty bins, do washing, make a brownie…) one of the things was to post something here, since I’ve not done that in a while.

So, er, here’s something I stuck in my window to stop people shoving junk mail through my letterbox. It’s sort of working, but the political goons seem to ignore it.

Oh, I watched The Final Cut today! This was very good sci-fi, to my mind. We’ve got a big idea through which we are examining an unexplored area of the human condition, we’ve got Robin Williams playing it straight and kind of creepy, good acting all round (even the children, no, especially the children) and a strong script. Also: I want one of those monolithic wooden computers.

Oh, and the new Zutons album, ‘Tired of Hangin’ Around’ is very, very awesome. I alternated between it and some Mitch Hedberg for several hours yesterday while mowing acre upon acre of over-long grass.

;) ~

Hallo, I’m from Germany. Isn’t that veird?

Published on 18/04/2006 in everything. 1 Comment

Here’s a handy hint, kids, that you might learn from my mistakes. An all-night club is not a great way to kill time in a strange city while waiting for a train.

Actually, that’s a lie. It’s a great way to spend a few hours. You may, however, want to avoid pretending to be a bisexual German tourist and drinking so much that you sleep through your stop on the train. >.<

I landed in Birmingham at like, midnight and got home to Derby at ten o’clock… totally drunk and starving. Sleep won out for four hours or so, then I cooked some burgers.

I still have a folded note in my back pocket that was surreptitiously slipped to me somewhere in mainland Europe. Reading it makes me feel like I’m drunk, dizzy and someone with small hands is playing with my hair~

doesn’t somebody want to be wanted?

Published on 03/04/2006 in everything. 0 Comments

So, monsieur Allcorn was supposed to be coming round this evening. I pressed him on when at around 6 and only managed to secure a nebulous “soon”.

I naturally set about passing this variable unit of time in a number of ways. I washed. I washed up. I put the washing on. This led to a period of protracted contemplation regarding exactly why everything around here is so goddamn dirty. I also chopped up some raw carrots and finished off the last of the hummus (houmous? hummous? hummer? hammer time?), then made a pretty cool phone call. Man, I’m still grinning like an idiot just thinking about it. I may even do it again tomorrow….

Anyway, one phone call and a family-size bucket of happy thoughts later it’s 8.30 and I’m wondering where my so-called friend is. Seems he fell asleep. No, really. Now I can’t figure out if that makes him lame, or me.

the stars are so big, I am so small… do I stand a chance?

Published on 02/04/2006 in everything and music. 0 Comments

Only if you want to go fuck up the stars, kid.

Man, why has it taken me so long to listen to this Flaming Lips album? It’s really good, though I guess not exactly for all occasions. I last listened to it for a morning at uni last term and it totally thrilled me, but after lunch and ever since I just haven’t been in the mood.

I just ate breakfast. Or possibly dinner. I don’t know. What meal is it where you go to sleep at 5pm, wake up at midnight, then read comics ’till 3am when you get hungry and just have to cook something? I need an appropriate label! Without labels, everything falls apart!

Lee-anne came online briefly, back from some party. Man, talking to her is infuriating, it’s like the cold war or something: neither of us are trying to let anything worthwhile slip about anything. Her friends are like that too, Graeme, and Juliette, probably the others are too, if I ever spoke to them. At least she wasn’t insulting this time, so thank heavens for small mercies. Of course, a large mercy or two wouldn’t go amiss….

Sleep is calling me back now. Hey, at least someone misses me, even if it’s an anthropomorphised personification (which I think is a redundant expression?). I’ll be right up, honey!

anywhere but here… though not there!

Published on 01/04/2006 in everything. 1 Comment

So, I was supposed to be taking a holiday this week. Five days in Prague, very cultural, cheap flights, far away from a whole load of stuff that’s got pretty annoying lately, this was the plan and it was good.

Sadly, I messed up. I was all sick, as you all know (hint: scroll down a couple of posts) and held off booking the flight until I was sure I’d be well enough to travel. By which time the cost had tripled, while my window of opportunity had remained unchanged. I ought to be there right now man, sightseeing, chilling out or otherwise thoroughly enjoying myself. Part of me wants to have a proper little-baby-style tantrum with all the crying and pounding the floor.

Meanwhile Derbyshire is being either boring or outright lame with notable exceptions involving friends and alcohol, but being few and too far between for my liking. Of course, I’m pretty sure that, barring natural disaster or similar, if you’re not enjoying yourself at any given time that is due wholly to your own innate lameness. This, while kind of a revelation, does not really help me out.

Also: I am incapable of being attracted to women who are ultimately available, in one sense or another. Have I mentioned that before? Rargh. Angst. Grawr.