hmmm

I'm in the ongoing process of trying to get my head round my exams

this might seem like a strange idea, but I'm just trying to work out what I have to and what I'm going to do in them

they're so much prep work for most of them

or I'm doing so much because I don't want to fail




I <3 Andrew Bird



yeh I'm cool

I have too many ideas
and never the likelihood
of being able to carry
them out.

I feel I have been shortchanging my massive audience out there through my lack of posts

so for Kirsty's sake I will try and post something resembling, interesting-ness(?)
(why is it that my brain tells me that that last phrase could be constured as suggesting kirsty was massive? so point of order it was intended to be humorous)

haha what a douche, as if anyone who's going to be reading that isn't going to get the joke

oh well


I need to stop using 'douche' as much it's become my word of choice recently

I cycle through words of choice pretty regularly, so hopefully soon it'll have moved onto some thing else no doubt


YAY I have, with jo's help, worked out how to download all the new music I want ever ^^

which is sweeet

so far I have downloaded Andrew Bird-Armchair Apocrypha (an album I've wanted for months)
and Beirut- Gulag Orkestar and the Lon Gisland EP


I also bought Super Mario Galaxy for my parents, which despite promising to myself I wouldn't start playing til after my exams I have started



and right now I need to try and get my head round how I'm going to do and not fail my drama exams, which is kinda important as it's what I'm supposed to want to do with my life

thanks for that owen

In the -hood

There's some kind of crap
in your hair.
Young boy.
Pissing out the flame.
As he dances the music
plays, silhouetting him in the half
light of the spirit he has created, and
although he is just sitting there she
smiles
back at him
and for her this is it, this is where it
begins

a new experience

an initiation

of sorts.

A bronzed shield brushed with
burgundy,
A lamp pulsing twig limbs
all apart.
Brothers and
sisters, tugging the rope, drank
down the plug hole,
but in some kind of love.

Loft lifted out of written ropes,
rigged and fitted, doubt un-done,
beating to the heart of some
other one.

it's strange

houses at night always seem louder, this is a well established concept


but I also think houses which are your own at night seem louder,
maybe it's tied in with the idea in your brain that this isn't your house so you shouldn't be sneaking around in the dark
that coupled with you not knowing the layout

whereas at home you could do it with your eyes closed and do regularly

and cos of that things seem louder



maybe everything in my house is just quieter?

might be

NAH NAH IRON MAN!

NAHNAH NAHNAH NAH NAH IRON MAN!





that is all :)