Counter and Groove

Friday, September 30, 2005

Sugar? Milk? how about that bbq..?!

oh bollocks, i'm back!

One of my housemates seems to be a bit down lately so 3 of us decided to hold a bbq for her. After a trek to the shop and a quick poke aorund we emerged with a couple of arms full of frozen meat and bbq goodies. However, we were lacking a bbq, so I scarpered off to Tesco to buy a disposable one. Shock! The bastards no longer retail bbqs, opting for the more seasonal halloween shite, you know like full-man pumpkin outfits and such? Returning empty handed wasn't a choice, so I compromised and grabbed a shitty bag of charcoal and £1.10 block of cheese. Anyway, I got back, only to remember that we didn't have a bbq - it was time to call for the milf-next-door; borrowing her bbq was my plan!

She leant us the bbq, which was a bit good. We got cooking, had a nifty meal, drank a lot, cheered up the housemate, and polished off the last of my cherished ganj supplies.

Right now I'm sat at this bloody internet, glued to it as i was many (few..less than 3/4) moons ago. It's kind of depressing actually. Though I'm listening to some Sabbath, which is always good :) I've also been watching some crappy videos of my school-freinds, who've all gone off to uni..gah i miss those cretins, ARGH! My mofo'ing skylight window just pissed a massive stream of icey rain water onto my keyboard ><,

I'm gonna smoke. Oh yeah, i seem to have started smoking, which is fucking bollocks. A bad habbit from hanging out with a girl I know.

Thursday, September 29, 2005

returneth

wow my internet connection works at my new house. I'd forgotton how shite the feeling of being glued to msn was. Gonna kick that habbit before it starts...I hope ;)

however! will continue to nurture the blog. Lots to tell, know-one to to listen, plenty to read, I hope.

Friday, September 23, 2005

reverse de ja vu

a few months back i wrote a short story titled 'nicotine rush', available at all good counterandgroove blogs ^^, (click here). anyway! last night I was hanging out with a girl in my back garden and we pretty much acted out the entire story, short as it is.. kind of wierd, infact it almost seemed scripted! haha, who knows ^^,

gotta dash for a class... :/ would love to explain more though! maybe next time ;)

-over 'n out.

Tuesday, September 20, 2005

greetings sweet blog childs of mine! apologies for not feeding the beast that is for such a long time!

argh, so much stuff's happened in these last two weeks... where to start?! well, seeing that a class of some sort starts in a couple of minutes, I'll keep it short :p

Summer's over = :(
After an epic 2 week conclusion to the summer, I finally accepted the fact that it has indeed come to an end :( Most of my mates have migrated accross the country to uni. The lucky one's destined to far-away adventures, the not so lucky in for another year of uni with moi ^^,

Uni's started = :/
fun to see everyone; shite to be back in the mundane routine of education)

I've moved out = :D
I'm sharing a house with 4 students. It's great fun so far. I spent pretty much from 8pm friday night until..well..last night playing SNEs and drinkning beer. All I can say is that I've began as I plan to continue ^^,

I havn't internet access as such, so the blog's gonna go on a bit of a diet for now :/I'll be sure to throw it a tale or two though!

Wednesday, September 07, 2005

Forever Autumn

Forever Autumn

That quiet afternoon I saw a stray golden-brown leaf caught up in a gust from the early-autumn winds. Kind of funny, really, how those leaves spend all year preparing for the freedom that Autumn promises. Strange, perhaps seemingly pointless, but a forever repeating cycle none the less. Reminds me of a radio station, come to think of it. A song starts, plays through, and ends. Another fills the sience it left. Song after song, day after day, Autumn after Autumn. Forever the same.

"Autumn's here" she sighed, staring out of the window just as I was. "summer didn't last long, did it?" she added with a sarcasticly comic tone.
"Nah, it didn't, did it?" I replied. It was true, the summer had flew by, and other than stating the fact, I didn't know what else to say. I sat quietly, staring at the dancing leaf. At that point the song on the radio ended and a short silence followed.
"I love this song", I explained as the opening meoldy of the next song filled the room. "It reminds me of tomorow". The curious look on her face was a clear invite to explain further.
"I used to play it when I was feeling down. sometimes once through, others on and endless loop". A small fold appeared at the bridge of her nose, just as it always would when she was perplexed at one thing or another. Perhaps confused at the fact that a song could remind someone of tomorow. 'Tomorow', a descriptive word for the next 24 hours starting at midnight tonight. An entirely fictional concept, essentially the unknown future described in just 7 letters. Again, her expression did all the talking, and I continued to elaborate.
"It inspired me. Listeneing to this song made me dream, it gave me ideas" I said
"Idea's for 'tomorow'?" she asked.
"kind of. But more than that" I tried to explain carefully, "Afterall, inspiration isn't just something saved for tomorow, right? "
"mm, I suppose.." She reasoned: my statement was justifiable, yet completely rediculous - how could the present possibly remind anyone of the non-existant future? "so, are you inspired now?" She asked curiously.
"not so much, actually.." I replied, stretching the words as I considered how to explain further.
"oh.." she interrupted. The fold in her nose intensified.
"I guess it only makes me dream when i'm down". I suggested. A pretty realistic thought, come to think of it.
"That figures" she stated, nodding her head slighlty for confirmation. "I mean, why dream if you're already dreaming?" She was right - why dream if you're already dreaming? Or for that matter, why grow new leaves if Autumn's already here?

I reclined back into my chair and stared outside again, focusing on the leaf. It slept quietly until the wind took it away, bringing with it two or three fresh leaves. I sighed quietly, and she cast her eyes upon me. At that point, the song ended. A short silence followed and the next song kicked off.