( Wednesday, May 28, 2003 12:05 a.m. )
If I had a webcam I would preen myself everyday just to sit in front of the keyboard. Such is my sad sad fate.
Note to self: I must stop skipping school.
( Thursday, May 22, 2003 11:57 p.m. )
Oh crap tomorrow is my NAPFA! I am weak, weak, oh sooo weak. The PE teachers will have to scrape my remains off the track with a shovel.
( Thursday, May 22, 2003 08:15 p.m. )
Ok, I know I'm really bored...
Factor Combination Resulting in Technical Optimum, or My Screwed Up Dress Sense
Fourskin/DIK T-shirt, FCUK garage jeans, Converse optical white hi-tops. Alternatively...
Self-made Sonic Youth silkscreened T-shirts, Topshop black metro jeans, Converse optical-white hi-tops.
My quest for slacker perfection. Sigh.
audio: Interpol - Stella Was a Diver and She Was Always Down
( Wednesday, May 21, 2003 07:13 p.m. )
The Matrix Reloaded was a total farce. It totally sucked, like totally. Flimsy plot and all.
My social circle is an ever contracting miniscule ellipse. This proves that my brain is not controlled by my hormones, unlike just about everyone around me. Or maybe it's because I'm an IPOS (irritating piece of shit).
I think my earlier entries were less moody and sombre. I guess his death did change something in me. I don't mean to sound so aloof, really I don't.
audio: Radiohead - Scatterbrain (live)
( Sunday, May 18, 2003 11:31 p.m. )
The family-unit exists like a collapsing castle of cards, crystallized in suspended animation. It is the image of a disaster lying dormant.
read: Angela Carter's "the Bloody Chamber"
audio: Force Vomit - Rasta Baby
( Wednesday, May 14, 2003 12:13 a.m. )
Lesson I Learnt from Watching Fight Club #1
Sticking a revolver in your mouth and pulling the trigger will result in a exit wound somewhere below the ear. Nothing a good piece of gauze cant fix. Therefore, always carry gauze.
Ok yeah so I watched Fight Club on Channel 5. I guess that maeks me a loser. I'm up at 12.15am engaged in mortal combat with my history assignment. This officially certifies the end of my life.
( Tuesday, May 13, 2003 12:29 a.m. )
Ahhh I watched Fight Club today. What an amazingly twisted and warped show. Chock full of high speed zooming and camera panning before it become prerequisites for uber directors. Ooooh, and self-gratifying violence, can't forget that can we. Plus, they play the Pixie's "Where Is My Mind" over the closing credits, you don't get much cooler than that.
I think I will start my own Fight Club in RJ. All we have in school is Astonomy Club, and Chess Club. Or maybe I'll set up Prod Club, or Poke Club. We'll gather once a week in a seedy underground bar and prod/poke each other until someone taps out/is limp/is unable to prod/poke anymore.
"The first rule of Prod Club is you do not talk about Prod Club"
( Monday, May 12, 2003 02:10 p.m. )
1. Name one song you hate to admit you like.
Craig David and that song about screwing a girl a day but resting his mojo on Sunday. I don't know the title.
2. Name two songs that always make you cry.
Grandaddy - Jed's Other Poem
Elliot Smith - Between the Bars(orchestral version)
3. Name three songs that turn you on.
The aforementioned Craig David song.
the Strokes - Last Nite
Looper - Mondo 77
4. Name four songs that always make you feel good.
Weezer - No One Else
Ted Leo and the Pharmacists - Biomusicology
the Oddfellows - Song for Caroline
Bright Eyes - Bowl of Oranges
5. Name five songs you couldn't ever do without.
Weezer - Say It Ain't So
Radiohead - Paranoid Android
Interpol - Specialist
Pixies - Where Is My Mind?
Force Vomit - Can't Let You Go
Ok, that was quite pointless I know.
( Sunday, May 11, 2003 07:09 p.m. )
History essays have the unequivocal power to make you wish you were never born.
( Thursday, May 8, 2003 10:43 p.m. )
I realise I'm rather used to dissapointment. It's like those guys who keep following you around, asking you silly pointless questions, laughing at all your jokes, when all you really want to do is to break their shins with your bare teeth. Suffice to say, you don't invite Dissapointment along to your tea parties.
Quote of the Day:
"What if Indra was John Donne"
"That's a conceit unto itself"
( Tuesday, May 6, 2003 09:33 p.m. )
pan-ic
n.
A sudden overpowering fear, often affecting many people at once.
na-tion
n.
A relatively large group of people organized under a single, usually independent government; a country.
pa-nic na-tion
n.
Like, whatever.
I will torch my assignments to the ground and emerge a healthier, happier person.
audio: Beck & Thom Yorke - I'm Set Free (Velvet Underground cover)
( Sunday, May 4, 2003 09:37 p.m. )
I am being buried alive by the tyrannical Gods of Overdue Homework.
