ecstasy-posting

oh my god..I never thought the word e-poster would hurt so much when one's arse becomes violently raped by it's seemingly pointless necessety. riiight, i just started mine today at about 1pm, before having to bail to band practice at about 6, and then finally resuming it again at about 11pm. I'm still kicking now, slowly tapping away a never ending stream of digitized, textual bollocks.

Anyway! on a lighter note, my band played a gig last night (sunday), which bloody rocked. Probably teh best gig we've done to date, despite the relatively low turnout - thanks a lot all you lot who did come though, much appreciated! And luke, you beast, that was some top banana dancing! Rock on! I'm really looking forward to the next time we play in scarborg, it's gonna be great fun to grab you all again (hopefully on a friday/saturday night this time!).

..just a quick stab at the blog for now, gotta let it know i'm still ticking ;)

The Drunk Philosipher

I got a call yesterday from a close mate from school. He was in a phonebox, in scarborough, and said he wanted to meet up to chat. Turns out he's bailed on uni - he was studying law and is now 'taking a year out'. It seems pretty, erm, stupid, to me: such a rash decision 'n all that. Yet he fully justified it, saying that if he stayed there he'd just fuck it up and screw up his chances of getting a degree. Makes sense, really.

Though I think it's a pretty bad move, I kind of admire him for it. I've been feeling much the same way lately, though would never make such a decision - I bloody hope that my current mind-set doesn't do that for me ><, (I'm studying now! working on my project!).

Anyway, we grabbed a pizza, a few drinks, a pack of cigs and hit my room for a lenghty chilled-out catching up session. He seems to have it all mapped out, what he's gonna do this year and how he's gonna get 'back on track', and I'm positive that he'll stick to his words.

Tonight I had an interesting chat with a busker. I was pretty bored so went for a wander. The distant melodies of his guitar playing caught my attention, so I headed over and gave him some change. He seemed thrilled, and we struck up conversation - nothing meaningful, just pointless, meandering shite. From the sound of it, life's treated this guy pretty badly. It made me reflect on what a lazy bastard I am and how I'm wasting the oppertunities that I'm getting day after day - uni, friends, family..all that stuff.

A pretty crap post, just recording my thoughts after the two different yet similar encounters.

BB wars!

My housemates have a thing of having a daily bb gun battle that usually lasts at least an hour. Having had my tooth shot in half at the age of 14 by my twin bro, I'm kind of scared, nay terrified, of bb guns so often sit back and laugh at the sound track of "bang! Argh, you fucking bastard..Bang..argh, bitch! bang, bang, bang!"..and laugh. A lot.

However, I was a bit bored tonight so loaded my bb gun, stealthed downstairs, and peered through the door of my housemates room - he was studying at his laptop, back niavly turned to the door. *Bang!*, I capped the bastard in the back! woo! then legged it upstairs and pinend the blame on my other housemate. Bad move: he has a bb machine gun, which he loaded up and charged me. Look at the fruits of his quest! Look at my arse! every red dot is infact a metaphor for 1000 years of pain!

Come on Eileen, too-loo rye-aye!

Last night I played my first 'official' gig with my cover band, 'Diversion'. We played at a pub in a small village. It was bloody heaving and I'd say there were around 150 people throughought the night. The audiance were really good and interacted a lot with the band: "Come on Eileen, too-loo rye-aye" anyone?!

Two of my housemates decided to come along too, which rocked! They were both surprised to find out that we wern't a metal/heavy rock band, and said how much they'd enjoyed it. My German housemate seemed to love it especially, despite the lacking of any Hasslehoff in our setlist :p Regardless, he bought me a pint or two throughout the night to keep me going...3 pints and I could still play, sort of! ^^,

A highlight from the night had to be when we were playing pool before the gig started: my friend and the German dude were on the black and he missed a real easy shot that cost him the game. In a furied storm of rage, he shot up and exclaimed "Nein!", to which the pub went silent and looked at him. We pissed ourselves with laughter.

Good fun. We're playing at Murray's on Sunday Oct' 23rd, I hope to see you all there!

Closure

Tonight I closed a door that was technically never open.

A tricky situation to reach, but i somehow managed it. Regardless, that door is now shut.

Shit happens, I guess.

Happy Memories/I'd Rather Forget

We all have a weakness. Mine is that I kiss things until they hate me.

I think.

Poles apart

Today my housemate and I went on a mission to buy me a lamp. I never got my lamp, but instead we returned with a pack of 40 glow in the dark alphabetical letters for magneting to one's fridge. They've been put to excellent use so far, mostly by the guest visit form my bro' Dan. I just went to grab some food now after my friend had left and spotted the joyous, neon halo of words including: pump, dump, undies, girraffe, beard, toast, and more that I can't seem to recall yet :p Oh, for the record, 'Girraffe, Beard, Toast' is the name of our home-made game - kind of a spin off of rock paper scissors...

It was pretty cool to see dan again. I cooked a hefty stir fry and noodles for him, Annie (his girlfriend) , one of my lady friends and myself. It was infact rather spiffing. After this we chilled in my room - chilled as in listened to metal on my ultimo-beast new speakers and jammed on guitar 'n bass like t'good ol' days. Good fun indeed.

Dan and his missus bailed about midnight and myself and my friend decided to watch a film..before long I'd began teaching her bass guitar, which was good fun.

..argh, i'm off to bed..a busy day of total nothingness awaits me, gotta get slept-up yo!

Got no Pocket.

hmm...I'm getting a bit concerned about my study now. Admitidally it's a bit late to start fretting, but in the name of all things cliche I guess it's better late than never.

I don't know, I just cannot seem to commit to my course; I can't seem to get into the groove of study, wherever that groove may be.

On a related note, I'm a bit concerned that my cover band's getting too intense for me too - 2 practices a week and at least 1 gig a week, wiping out the best part of 3 nights a week...

Argh!

Anyway! Tonight I had a band practice. Later I met up with a friend and chilled out, though she seemed pretty vacant. When I got back I decided to have a jam with the funk that is study, though no real luck. Instead I stumbled upon my mate's veil of salvia and whacked up some of that shit - nothing illegal, no crack or anything, just a pretty hefty dose of burn-in-the-bong chill-the-fuck-out juice.

Tik Tik Tik: the faint metronome of self concern, pulsing away, edging me to study... here goes nothng.

I are Shithead

Saturday! Chilli day! The day my housemate reels off one of his epic chillies!

I invited a 'friend' round to join us..sadly I'd sort of forgotton the fact that she doesn't eat beef (minced beef in chilli), so that wasn't such a brilliant start. But on a lighter note: The chilli rocked, though it was pretty spicy...infact arse destoryingly spicy - I'll have to wait 'till the morn' for a confirmation :/

After eating, the 5 of us planned to head out to the fair - it's in town, kids! Sadly, the rain trashed such plans, so instead we bailed into my housemates room to chill out. It was at this point that his bloody bb gun came out..and my trousers came down - I have a bad habbit of letting him shoot my bare arse, which absolutley wrecks to say the least :/ Not long after we decided to hit up a few rounds of 'Shithead' - a card game that decides which one of you, aka the loser, deserves the grand ttle of 'Shithead'. Needless to say, I was crowned king-shithead once or twice :p

My friend had to leave at around 3.15 am. I waited outside with her until the taxi came. I waited outside for a bit as it drove off. A bunch of drunk students walked by and started chatting to me about hanging baskets, before trashing my neighbours potted plants. I really should have told them to fuck off or something, but kind of watched as they scattered the small tree accross the rain-wet road. Though once they'd gone I did take the mauled tree corpse back to its pot...but still, its pretty shitty that i did nothing to stop them :/ Even shittier that they did that. Bastards.

Anyway, I don't really feel like sleeping right now, so I guess some music and a good cuppa seem like the perfect time-killer :)