I got my new (three month old) Vauxhall Corsa (four-door) Wednesday evening. Took it out for a spin; it's a sweet ride. Greg came over later that night. Watched enough of Die Hard to appreciate 'The animals went in two-by-two, hoorah, hoorah' being used while hardened criminals robbest some sort of bank (it wasn't a bank, it was a big safe with lots of gold, but I don't know what those are called), then most of Dawn Of The Dead. Then awoke at 5.30 am and, after a quick shower, went to pick up Alissa. Due to some stupid reason, Faye ended up coming a day late; I'm still not 100% on the details. We arrived at the festival and parked in the overflow car park, we had to get a boat into the main bit. Queued for about an hour. Met people, then headed back to my car to get the last few bags... Queued for FOUR HOURS (I shit you not). After that everything was good though, except my bag fell in the river Thames and I (being the genius I am) jumped in after it without a second thought. I should probably say, it was only knee-deep, but still. I'm fairly sure that's why I have a 'fluey thing now. Although I told someone I had 'flu and they said, "Actual 'flu or man 'flu?" so I'm probably just being a pussy. I still feel crap. The bands were brilliant, the mind-altering substances were copious and the tea was delicious. Stand-out moments include:
Having a private circle-pit for Less Than Jake/their set in general
Getting one of the best hats I have ever seen for a fiver
Breakfast everythings
Fayeski BEAT terrorising everyone at the camp with Wash'n'Go and frankfurters
Writing "LESS THAN JAKE" all over every person I could find
Singing Aiden at everyone... SUNRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIISE
There's probably more, but for now that will do. I'll post pictures when I get hold of some, anyone/everyone please e-mail me any if you have them.
So I was a bit let down friday night, expecting bare hedz to come over, only Harry, Tom, Matt and Jenni came in the end. A good group, no argument there, but I was just expecting more. So I just got monged and passed out. Only got four or five hours sleep. Then I got up, got ready, cooked a little and headed off to Bromley. Jen got the bus with me. I hate buses. I loath them. I can't stand not having a car. Thursday night was great, while I think of it. Went to Lloyd's then Walkabout with Faye, Bekka and Steve. Went to Bekka's yesturday, helped Liam set up his marquee and then helped chop fruit with some mums. Good, clean fun. Raved it up all night, sober as they come. Knackering. Had some annoying/hilarious confrontation with Bekka's mum on my way to her bedroom at 4am... Ended up sharing a cold, hard, woodden floor with Liam. Got about five hours sleep again. Cat B drove me to Bromley to catch another bus (grr). I should be packing for Reading, as I'm busy all this week. I got called "emo" a lot last night, too. But fuck it, I don't care. I enjoy what is typically considered 'emo' music, I like having a fringe over my face and a ring through my lip, and I do believe that converse are the best shoes ever. Does that make me 'emo'? Fine. For the record:
I tried to buy converse at the tender age of thirteen after seeing the Less Than jake video for Gainesville Rock City, but no shoe shops sold them.
I had my devilock hair cut in year eleven, before anyone even knew what 'emo' was.
I wanted a lip ring in year ten.
I understand why people discriminate against "emo kids".
So yeah, I'm emo, whatever. There wasn't much point in that rant there. And also, I pretty much copied everything anyway; AFI, LTJ... I used to be called "goth" or just plain "gay", now it's "emo". Also, the people calling me "emo" were a bunch of chavs who had a long rant about how they hated it when people called them chavs. I really should stop whining and start packing.
I'm at work right now. I'm pretty proud of myself, AAB, £18k job, car on it's way, Reading Festival next week... Hell, I'm not even wearing a suit today! But I'll come to that later... I haven't written much about my job yet. Not that there's much point, hardly anyone reads this blog anymore; It's funny how people stop caring when you're no longer forced into close contact with them, day-in, day-out. By some incredulous coincidence this morning, I wound up sitting opposite Kirsty Ellard on a train - it was a surprisingly pleasant encounter. I decided earlier that I'm regressing to teenage-angst mode, because this job is completely draining me. I mean, I know I'm technically an adult an' all that bollocks now, but come off it, I'm clearly a big kid. I can't be dealin' with this commute, suit, 9 - 5, Monday - Friday, fantango. In fact, forget age, I'm supposed to be ANTI-establishment (even though I am fully aware that entire concept is totally ridiculous)... I have sold out. I can't complain too much; everyone here is really nice... And I am writing a blog on my lunch break. It's dress-down Friday, so I'm nice and scruffy, too. Matt raised the point that if we can stand to be not-smart one day a week, why do we need to be smart at all? I think it's just to keep the employees happy. A happy worker is a busy worker, etc. Music sounds so much better to me now that my life seems so boring. So at least something good is coming from it. Boring isn't even the word for it. ARGH, it sucks that I need money/have irritating/poor parents. I think I'm gonna go to Amsterdam in early September to take the edge off. Not that I should be using my holidays up this soon, but I'm not organising the trip. I wish I was cruisin' with BEAT in the WAGN right now so very, very much. This blog is too long, and, like I said, no-one seems to read them anymore. Harry, Tom, Matt, Jenni, Faye, Jordana and Greg are the only people who read it, I think (PROVE ME WRONG! LEAVE A COMMENT, SUCKER!). I'M SICK OF WRITING EVERY SONG ABOUT YOU! I wish I had a guitar here. The other person who reads this is me; I read my own blogs I get so bored, how sad is that? I wonder if any system administrators are watching my screen right now... I wonder if they're reading this. I wonder if they are enjoying it.
Live long and prosper.
(This doesn't appear to be publishing, so I'm going to e-mail it home and put it up later; I spent too long on it to just discard)
I just finished my first day at my first proper job. Scary/boring shit. It's alright I guess. I get the feeling that I'll grow to loath it within a few months, and then get used to it. I just gotta grin and bear it, I suppose. The part about this job that sucks most of all, though, is that at this time in my life I really need someone to talk to, I hate being alone right now; the reason this means my job sucks a little is because none of my friends have jobs, so they are all out - I have no-one to talk to. Tried 'phoning Fayeski BEAT for a chat, but she was in a pub, so I didn't wanna bore her. All I got is this blog, really. Nah, that's not true, I have plenty of good friends who would willingly chat with me 'bout it all if I called them, but I want a close friend. Ah, to hell with it, I'm impossible. I keep going through manic stages. Music is makin' me go insane right now, but it's anyone's guess whether I'll break down into tears at any given point. Exaggeration, but who cares. Trains kinda suck, but at least they are better than buses. WITH FRIENDS LIKE YOU WHO NEEDS SUB TEXT? That's all I have to say. Or do. For the rest of the night. Man, I'm bored. Results day on Thursday and I'm, surprisingly, not bothered. Doesn't look like I'll be getting a car before Reading, either. Again, I'm not too upset. Had some major irritation this morning with my train ticket, but I don't even care enough to moan about it in here. And the whole leave-for-work-at-7.30am-get-home-at-7pm isn't even getting to me too much. I have become numb to the shit of the world. Took long enough. WELL, BEST FRIENDS MEANS I'm in an amazing mood, considering I feel like there's a black hole in my heart. Maybe I just finally snapped.
I think this is one of my favorite music videos ever, if not my very favorite:
Here are eleven reasons why I like it so much:
OK, first up, the obvious one - the song. It's a tasty little tune with a rhythm that makes me want to move a little. It has woah's (see below) and lyrics that seem to almost empathise with me personally ("Why don't you stay with me tonight? 'Cause I know everything is not alright" - I am currently very lonely).
The whole writing over the top of the video is exactly the type of humour that appeals most to me; it's almost like something I'd do myself. It's a clever way to make a low-budget, lame video into non-stop hilarity.
The band aren't taking themselves seriously. I don't think any band should.
Racial slurs.
Among all the humour and (for want of a better word) wackiness, there is still something slightly poinient about the whole thing. Even though it's pretty much impossible to be an individual, since all clothes are mass-produced in order to turn a profit, it's always good to encourage people not to follow a crowd for the sake of it.
The "There's Waldo" bit, even though it should be Wally. Stupid Yanks.
The words "represent", "recognise", "bitchin'" and "word" are used, as well as one of my fa(ye)vourite phrases, "lover not fighter".
It shows that you don't need much money to make a decent music video, or a fucking script.
That when the band are dressed in "comical" clothes, the singer is wearing the same outift I wore to the Leavers' Ball.
It has subtitles for the woahs. Woahs are amazing, singing along with woahs is one of the best things you can do.
I've spent a few minutes staring at the blank screen, trying to figure out what to write. I want to let the world know how I'm feeling, without spilling my guts all over the internet. To be honest, anyone reading this knows what I'm talking about anyway.
I don't remember ever feeling this sad. It's making me feel sick. "My heart feels sick".
Death doesn't phase me at the moment. Which is odd, because it's pretty much the only thing that bothers me usually. I sorta want to go to sleep and not have to wake up, ever.
I'm not really thinking straight.
Can the world not just fuck off now? Please? I'm sick of it. I haven't got any faith anymore.
Right, now that I have food in my house and I have tried to sort out the car (to no avail, but at least now I can relax since there's nothing more I can do 'til Monday), I rekon it's time to bring you all up to speed and recall what I can of the past week, which I like to call MEGA-JACK-FEST!
Right, let's see if I can actually remember every day... I woke up on Friday to an empty house. I was worried at first because my parents' flight was cancelled, I feared they might come home. Luckily they got a train instead. Then Friday afternoon I took Matt to Greenwich and I bought a bong. It's so super-awesome. We only use it for the smoking of legal substances, though. Obviously... Then we broke it in. After that we... Stumbled into my car and got to Alex Noble's party, which was nice and chilled. I had to take Tom home to grab a change of clothes (because he was upset that Chris Cousins had doused him in beer), then Matt, Jenni, Tom and Harry all came back to mine, where I showed off my new toy. Then... I sorta forget what happened... I think they all stayed over. The next day (Saturday) a similar gang went to Kundai's BBQ, and it was a similar story with the gang coming back to mine, etc. On a side note, I suggested the phrasology "etcetrizzle" as a gangster way of saying etc. On a further side not, it pisses me off when people say "ec-setra". It is, in fact, "et cetera". Sunday lots of people came over and stayed. At some point in the week Jenni and I started playing Crash Bandicoot 2, with lots of other people helping, including Matt and Alissa. Me an' Jen are the dynamic duo, though. Monday, Jenni and Matt stayed over, we got fucked. I filmed this:
Tuesday, Faye and Alissa joined us, and we had a nice chilled day. Delve rehearsals in between Crash Bandicoot. Then Wednesday we awoke to the sound of Fayeski shouting at us through a microphone to all wake up. Skank. We Delved, then I drove FF and JD back to the House of Dunstan. Alissa sorted some shit out, then we followed Faye's somewhat questionable driving down the motorway. It took us about twice as long as it should have, since Mama D got a bit confused with directions, but we ended up in the right place eventually. Many many many thanks to Alissa for everything she did on Wednesday, including buying batteries, almost being killed on several occasions, and putting up with drunk morons like me. The gig was FUCKING AMAZING. If you have photographs from it, PLEASE send me them, I'll post them up here. Check out Parson's Blog for a few, but there's only one of me, so that's a bit of a let-down. We rocked the house, and then a small group of us started going fucking insane to Revenge Of The Psychotronic Man (who fucking kick ass, by the way), and after about fifteen minutes, everyone but the dynamic duo got tired. Us two fucking dominated the pit (as in, we were the only two on the dancefloor at all), and the band announced that we were awesome. They invited us on stage at the end to dance, and Matt joined us then. Shit man, fucking best gig ever. Delve PLUS the punk rock EQUALS Wednesday. Then quite a bunch of people came over. Buggsy fell over on his way out the door and headbutted a glass lamp-shade, smashing it. Bled a little. If it wasn't so hilarious, I would be angry. Luckily, I have the exact same lamp in my room, so the ol' switcheroo did fine. Harry, Tom, Matt and Alissa played City of Heros (I told you it was the best game ever). Then the latter three got bored, but not Hazzer the Wazzer, oh no. He played that game without getting out of his chair once for over ten hours. He's nuts. Thursday I tidied the house like a fuckin' fiend, because my auntie called and said she was coming to "water the plants" (i.e. check on the state of the house). Everything went alright. I went to Bromley with Alissa to buy some suits. They are amazing. Then you know what happened when I tried to drive home. Alissa stayed over last night. It was cool. She took me food shopping earlier, and now I'm on my own waiting for Matt, Tom and Harry to get here. Woo.
Wednesday was one of the best nights of my life. Followed by one of the worst days.
Right, little update for ya because I have absolutely nothing better to do. Holly took me to get some chinese, which I am eternally grateful for. I discovered I have £20. However, this has to last me a week and two days, and for the past five days I have barely survived on £80... So I'm not sure if I'm happier for discovering the money, or less happy... I (amazingly) bumped into my uncle WHILST getting chinese, which is just about one of the least-likely-but-still-within-reason things to ever happen to me. He was also trying to 'phone me at the very instant we met. Mental. Anyway, he had been told about my car-predicament by my auntie (who I 'phoned earlier for lack of any clue what to do), and said that he would tow me back home, so at least my car would be nearby. It still isn't functioning, he rekons it could be a gear-box related dilemma. Jesus frickin' CHRIST, the tow was probably the scariest half hour I have spent in a vehicle. I had to drive no more than and no less than three feet behind my uncle's Jag with no engine. The journey had a few jerks and what-not, but my uncle said I did well, so I'm pleased about that. Man, am I ever rambling! But all in all, I still feel pretty fuckin' shit. I was supposed to be going to be part of The Friday Night Project audience with Nicky and Harriett, but that went down the drain. So now I have an empty house, which is my second least favourite kind of house (second only to a house filled with relatives and/or strangers), and nothing to do. I'm gonna start sorting some stuff out tomorrow, 'cause I just cannot be fucked tonight. The Delve gig last night was awesome, by the way, see Jenni's blog for further information on that topic. I have hardly been using this, or in fact any computer over the past couple of days, so there have been slim to nil Professor Terror/Robertson updates. No apologies. Whatever. I'll do some this week. So now one of two things will happen:
Alissa will come over after work and cheer me up.
I will whip out my bong and get so stoned I don't even remember what a car is.
I'm not happy at all. And this isn't my usual moany-style unhappiness, this is an actual lack of joy. Can't be bothered to type up again, marvel at my sloppy grammar as I copy and paste an MSN messenger conversation:
right ok, first off, im fuckin hungry, but i dont have much food. i WELL want a chinese, but i doubt anywhere will deliver a single portion of sweet n sour chicken with rice. so fuck. secondly, while im at home in eltham, my car is currently parked in bromley, being a shit shit car and not moving. with parents away, i have no fucking clue what to do about it thirdly, our fridge broke. i was supposed to put it out the front on wednesday so someone could come and remove it. i forgot, so my parents will be angry. also, jenni convinced me to bring home an old sofa we saw in the street, so i have to get rid of that as well now (but i have to admit, i didnt take much convincing). fourthly, a replacement fridge was supposed to be coming yesturday and it just didnt. fifthly, i dont want an office job, but in a week and a bit, i start a proper 9 - 5, monday - friday job in an office in london with numbers and shit and i hate myself for it so all in all: fuck.
Then, after a little attempt at problem-solving the first point, I had this epiphany:
fuck, i just realised i dont even have any money.
Then I mumbled something about killing myself... Over-dramatic as always.
Bah.
Holly is coming to bring me chinese now, so I am marginally less grumpy.
