My sleep has been crappy again the last few nights, but once I've slept I have slept for ages meaning I get up late and am tired through the day, I go to bed and then cannot sleep. Wonderful.
It has set my mind thinking in the middle of the night again which is always wonderful(!) I would quite like to find a girl now, just one I can be interested in at the very least. there is no girl I (fancy). I hate that word, hence the brackets. But you know what I mean, there is no one I can't get out of my head, no one I am trying to find an excuse to spend time with or anything. Very naff. that and I wish my confidence would improve, I'm just not very good at going out and about in town at night and dancing with random strangers. I mean, I have in the last couple of weeks, but I'm always nervy and so I never go for it properly. Silly boy.
Martyn's on his way over now so I should be going into town to get some food to chew in a wee while and then having a few beers. It sounds like a plan to me.
Listening to a lot of Blaqk Audio today, hence the Spotify link.
I've got nothing to hide, and less to lose.
spotify:track:6Uw3Z6LBg4pYuzKx1r3thj
Friday, 25 September 2009
Saturday, 19 September 2009
The Devil In Me
That devil appears to be out. My song writing is going great. Slowly training my voice to be able to sing the ones I'm writing. My happiness level seems pretty high, though that wavers occasionally...usually in balance with blood/alcohol ratio.
Oh, and FUCK you.
Forgot that little bit...
I have been to the cinema a lot recently and can say you must see Inglorious Basterds, District 9's alright.... you might as well pretend Final Destination 4 doesn't exist, despite the 3d... but (500) Days of Summer is one of the best films I have seen in a long long time. Really excellent film. Gave me the same sort of feeling that Candy does, but ends on a slightly more up note.
Tomorrow is party time again. Going out for Caroline's leaving the co-op do, meaning much drunkenness and silly behaviour, such as ending up in Life... But nevermind, it's all good fun.
Kate Voegele is definitely my music for the moment. When I have some of my demos recorded I will put up a link. I am planning to put up a song called Burn that I wrote entirely today... and likely a cover of Cape Canaveral by Conor Oberst, though that may change if I can find a different song to cover.
I am going to go and watch True Blood now, and then head to bed in a bit. I cannot believe it has been so long since I have written here. And for the record Jack's Mannequin were great. I'd love to see them again. Oh and yeah, I have mentioned it once, but again in case you missed it FUCK YOU.
Night all x
spotify:track:3aA568jgXIZ8rVohEURf8i
Oh, and FUCK you.
Forgot that little bit...
I have been to the cinema a lot recently and can say you must see Inglorious Basterds, District 9's alright.... you might as well pretend Final Destination 4 doesn't exist, despite the 3d... but (500) Days of Summer is one of the best films I have seen in a long long time. Really excellent film. Gave me the same sort of feeling that Candy does, but ends on a slightly more up note.
Tomorrow is party time again. Going out for Caroline's leaving the co-op do, meaning much drunkenness and silly behaviour, such as ending up in Life... But nevermind, it's all good fun.
Kate Voegele is definitely my music for the moment. When I have some of my demos recorded I will put up a link. I am planning to put up a song called Burn that I wrote entirely today... and likely a cover of Cape Canaveral by Conor Oberst, though that may change if I can find a different song to cover.
I am going to go and watch True Blood now, and then head to bed in a bit. I cannot believe it has been so long since I have written here. And for the record Jack's Mannequin were great. I'd love to see them again. Oh and yeah, I have mentioned it once, but again in case you missed it FUCK YOU.
Night all x
spotify:track:3aA568jgXIZ8rVohEURf8i
Friday, 4 September 2009
American Love
Tonight, I am going to see Jack's Mannequin in concert. I am so excited for this you wouldn't believe. This means I will have seen Conor Oberst, Trent Reznor AND Andrew McMahon perform live. And to be honest, there's not a lot more I could ask from a musical point of view.
I will post a review up here afterwards I assume, probably tonightas I am likely to get home BUZZING.
OH and PS I bought Brand New tickets for their gig at Wembley too.
spotify:track:3v5uJDlXeURJnJqt1byJRJ
I will post a review up here afterwards I assume, probably tonightas I am likely to get home BUZZING.
OH and PS I bought Brand New tickets for their gig at Wembley too.
spotify:track:3v5uJDlXeURJnJqt1byJRJ
Wednesday, 2 September 2009
The Devil In Me
I had a very bad dream last night.
Firstly, my most recent ex was speaking to me again, and we were getting on alright, and arranged to meet up as friends and so on. Then that part of the story finished. Then me and my mother were trying to walk down a stony road by a forest in the afternoon, then it was night time. We had to cut through the forest. We had to run because it was all misty and there were strange things hitting our legs. Mum got miles ahead because I started to fight the things off. There were some very small black hound dogs that seemed possessed, and also a young girl, similar to those in Japanese horror films who was trying to get me, but she had a knife sticking out of the top of her throat, and her head was tilted right back. I punched her repeatedly in the throat until her neck snapped and I managed to catch up with Mum. We then got in her car, and my sister was in there too and we got out.
Then the final part (after a brief spell of being awake) was that wee were in the car still by a canal with concrete banks, just around the corner from a HUGE plastic jewellery warehouse owned by my sister's friend. For reasons unbeknownst to me now, and probably in the dream, we had to reverse, but Mum reversed too much and we ended up in the canal underwater. The car was perfectly airtight so no water got in, but we couldn't open the doors or smash the windows due to the pressure. The air very quickly ran out and I had to take one final sharp intake of breath, and as I did I woke up, taking a very deep, sharp intake of breath.
It wasn't a nice experience. I blame it on the curry I had. Scary curry dream.
It's been about 5 hours short of 9 days since the last text from her.
Jack's Mannequin this Friday. That should be good fun.
I fear my dancing on Saturday night was more than a little embarrassing.
Never mind.
spotify:track:3aA568jgXIZ8rVohEURf8i
Firstly, my most recent ex was speaking to me again, and we were getting on alright, and arranged to meet up as friends and so on. Then that part of the story finished. Then me and my mother were trying to walk down a stony road by a forest in the afternoon, then it was night time. We had to cut through the forest. We had to run because it was all misty and there were strange things hitting our legs. Mum got miles ahead because I started to fight the things off. There were some very small black hound dogs that seemed possessed, and also a young girl, similar to those in Japanese horror films who was trying to get me, but she had a knife sticking out of the top of her throat, and her head was tilted right back. I punched her repeatedly in the throat until her neck snapped and I managed to catch up with Mum. We then got in her car, and my sister was in there too and we got out.
Then the final part (after a brief spell of being awake) was that wee were in the car still by a canal with concrete banks, just around the corner from a HUGE plastic jewellery warehouse owned by my sister's friend. For reasons unbeknownst to me now, and probably in the dream, we had to reverse, but Mum reversed too much and we ended up in the canal underwater. The car was perfectly airtight so no water got in, but we couldn't open the doors or smash the windows due to the pressure. The air very quickly ran out and I had to take one final sharp intake of breath, and as I did I woke up, taking a very deep, sharp intake of breath.
It wasn't a nice experience. I blame it on the curry I had. Scary curry dream.
It's been about 5 hours short of 9 days since the last text from her.
Jack's Mannequin this Friday. That should be good fun.
I fear my dancing on Saturday night was more than a little embarrassing.
Never mind.
spotify:track:3aA568jgXIZ8rVohEURf8i
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