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[May. 31st, 2005|02:45 am] |
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| | Nick Drake | ] |
Quit thinking.
The more you think, the worse it gets, and the more you drink and the less is left.
Everyone comes home after being out together and each posts their own lonely little note, except for the ones that have found some company. And surely company isn't so hard to come by that everyone has to end up sitting on their own thinking themselves into a hole...
Boring, anyway, bedtime.
GOOD LUCK to everyone that has exams, you have all my crossed digits, charms and pennies aligned in favourable arrangements on the shrines of your success. |
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| SUMMER! |
[Apr. 18th, 2005|09:01 pm] |
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Yeah! The plants are growing and the birds are singing and the sunburn on my ass makes it hurt to sit down but everything is lovely and when I get outside I'm gonna skip. Thus also alleviating the sunburn pain!
The extreme warm niceness may be a thing of *Hawaii* (I'm in Hawaii! I'm in Hawaii! somebody slap me...) but I hear britland is getting all nice again too so I'm sure the overall improvement is universal. Looking forward to seeing Oxford in the pretty summer, I think. And the college people I screamed at say they've de-mothed my room and replaced my bed and are even offering me a different room in case I'm too traumatised to go back, which is nice. I didn't realise hissyfits could be so effective...
Hope everyone is well and enjoying the pretty sunshine. Festival season soon! I will not be bitter at the people that got Glasto tickets, and I will go to Truck and drool at Patrick Wolf and be blissfully, blissfully happy. Speaking of lovely music things:
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Vertigo, 3rd May @ the Cellar in Oxford (down that alley just off Cornmarket, next to the Purprle Turtle)
8pm (sharp, mind yee! don't be missing the lovely bands! Also booze is cheaper earlier on...)
Playing live:
The Phoenix Drive
"Up-and-coming London trio fresh off the Camden Crawl and tipped for greatness, sounding like a cross between At The Drive-In and Dinosaur Jr... Also rumoured to feature a member of little-known upstarts Babyshambles..." (www.thephoenixdrive.com)
Sunnyvale Noise Sub-Element
"Oxford's own cut-n-paste sonic architects, tagged by Nightshift magazine as 'Kraftwerk remixed by Shellac'" (www.sunnyvalenoisesubelement.co.uk)
The Social
"The Smiths meets Joy Division and Echo & The Bunnymen. Stylish five-piece last seen on tour with Babyshambles"
All of whom are excellent. And afterwards DJs til 2am. Flyers can be found here:
http://users.ox.ac.uk/~spet1608/imsoc/front.jpg http://users.ox.ac.uk/~spet1608/imsoc/back_.jpg
or hopefully around Oxford very soon.
Everybody please come if you possibly can, it'll be a brilliant night. And also my halfway-initiation into this putting on shows thing I'm supposed to be doing next year (eek!) |
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| Wrong choices |
[Mar. 2nd, 2005|04:28 pm] |
What kind of a shit empty lying sewer of a fucking university is this exactly?! How exactly can something so completely screwed up, unhealthy and entirely useless proclaim itself to be some kind of 'great institution'?
Sorry no, we don't have ANY of the books you need for your course. Tutorials? Us, the great academic minds of the world, you expect us to give a shit about your stupid little undergraduate course? What piffle!
A student union? Student radio?! We'll leave that to the 'sub-standard' universities, clearly we cannot lower ourselves to such menial things. Go back to your insect-infested chicken coop and feel privileged.
Off I go to get my textbooks from UCL library. If I ever manage to get the moths out of my clothes. What a fucking hole. |
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| And lo, Tasha found the cookies. |
[Feb. 22nd, 2005|02:06 pm] |
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But they were not in the jar marked 'Cookies', oh no. Cleverly hidden in the jar offputtingly marked 'Do Not Touch', the cookies may never have been located. But Tasha was endeavouring, and probably drunk, and the cookies were found. Oh yes. |
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| Ramble |
[Dec. 13th, 2004|01:11 am] |
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| |  contemplative | ] |
| [ | Current Music |
| | Nick Drake | ] |
Man, Babyshambles are on top of the pops. Whoa.
This means lots of things. And quite a few contradicting things. And how do people just dump loads of stream of thought down onto livejournal without going off on a thought tangent about the implications of what they're saying and it being put down tangibly forever and blah.... i just repeatedly consider writing about something, then decide that if i wasn't me i wouldn't give a shit and wouldn't wanna read it, and go do something else.
Either way. Go music.
I have only just considered quite how daft it is to decide to go to Scotland on a coach. Mental note: in future decisions, do not make cost the first and only consideration.
9 and a half hours of fun fun fun. Maybe i should take up crochet? Alternatively there's always the sleeping pills, but i'm not that experienced and being dragged off the national express by the ankles doesn't sound too appealing.
The Scotland thing is in aid of visiting Scottish John, possibly itself a cunning veil over seeing Interpol on Friday. Interpol friday interpol friday interpol friday eeeeeee *twitch*
As it turns out, the shambles are doing the rounds and will be in town Tuesday also, so there's people-post-uni-reunion bonus points.
Today has been the most intensively unproductive day possibly ever. Although I'm sure 'getting better' is an official cause to be productive towards really, and i have been having tea and things. Last night was fun bat party where i ate too much chocolate and talked too much about fecking oxford considering i'm not there, but still had a lovely time. Thankyou nice people, and i hope you all got home ok and didn't feel too sick in the morning. There was cheerful bouncy-up-and-down stairs noise so i assume people were well :)
Sorry to Het and Dave and Matt and people who i was going to find after, i really would have but haven't got the faintest where the LSE is, and neither did anyone i asked... Hope you all had a brilliant time. Thanks for the text Matt, it's good to share.
Tomorrow will be a day of productivity. |
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[Dec. 2nd, 2004|09:47 am] |
Scout is smoking outside my window!
Outrage!
Not quite sure why this is such an outrage now that I come to think of it, but aren't they supposed to be all motherly and sweet and wholesome? The horrific things you see at ungodly times in the morning...
Have been awake since 5, and my nose won't stop bleeding. I think I might die soon. I want to sleep, dammit. I really really want to sleep. And what'll become of me when the aspirin runs out? Hmm. Home soon, it's gonna be ok, end of moan.
Isn't it a pity when there's nothing interesting to say? Always impressed by people with interesting stuff to put on their livejournal constantly - is it just me who tends to not be mooching around on the internet when interesting reportable stuff is happening? And being on the computer generally means I'm too bored / feeling sorry for myself / lazy to come up with anything anyone would want to read.
Oh, here's a thing: I'm looking for a house. We really need a 7 people house for next year, preferably in Cowley Road area and closeish to the city centre if possible. Does anyone know anyone who has one of these and doesn't want it next year? I will love you for ever and ever.
Spent most of yesterday running around estate agents who all said their lists aren't out till january, despite people telling me that we have to sort things out before next term if we want to find anything vaguely nice. Hmm. |
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| (no subject) |
[Nov. 19th, 2004|01:27 pm] |
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| | Rough Trade Shops - Rock and Roll 1 | ] |
Haa, hangover. ee!
I think I'm starting to enjoy being hungover. The vitamin pills make it hurt less and it's a bit like that spaced-out delirium you get when you've got a huge temperature and are on lots of ibuprofen.
Lots of fun at the Cellar last night. It's probably the closest thing round here approaching going out in London. (Which still isn't anything like going out in London, but the beer is CHEAP.) Nice music, nice staff, and loads of different types of nice people. We danced, Rob cheated on Suze, John ran away from keen girl, and about half of Wadham turned up randomly, probably thinking they were at the poo na na or something. Even torn-ankle-ligament limping guy. Tres impressivo.
And then i woke up and it was half 12 and I'd slept through my tutorial. Banzai!
Woo. Nevermind. Today shall be a day of queer thing shopping, maybe doing a bit of the horrible retina essay, and being indie and fashionable on Magdalen bridge posing for Het. Maybe i should tear down my curtains, make a dress, find some nan shoes in Oxfam and talk passionately about the poor tortured soul of Pete Doherty for a bit. And then throw myself off Magdalen bridge in a moment of objectivity.
And then i gotta work at 7, which means:
1) I get to see Hundred Reasons and Reuben for free, which will be cool.
2) I actually get to hear Hundred Reasons and Reuben, possibly getting an occaisional glimpse of anyone who wanders away to the far right end of the stage, whilst pouring drinks. Which will do.
2a) (Unless they put me downstairs, which means I'll get to see some random other bands. I hope not, I wanna see Reuben.)
3) I can't go to the PenguinParty in Croydon :(
4) I also can't go to Dewi's gay night.
5) I get paid a bit more, clawing my way a bit further from the debt gorge. Which is always good.
Either way, anyone who's got in there with ticket buying before it sold out, come say hey. I'll probably be upstairs bouncing crazedly behind the bar until the red bull runs out...
Right. Shower. Action. |
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| (no subject) |
[Nov. 16th, 2004|12:39 pm] |
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| | Track & Field compilation | ] |
Good few days. Gorgeous weather. Kierran came to visit, fed me and provided an excuse to do absolutely fuck-all all weekend. Had a wander round Christ Church, which was amazing. They have botanical gardens! And a museum (?!) and the hugest geese I have ever seen in my whole life. And modern art oxford has a really cool exhibition on at the moment, everyone in oxford should go see.
Frying pan disappearance on saturday has been resolved - it turned up two days later, in a kitchen on a different staircase. Curiouser and curiouser...
Am resolving to start turning up to stuff earlier. Caught the tail end of what seemed like a really good Bye Bye Baby at the Love bar last night despite most people having left already, and the ends of Sunday Under Glass are always great. Unfortunately, both are work hand-in days, so i turn up just in time to down a drink and get chucked out... I will be on time to the IMSoc band night tonight. I will.
Right. Going to find all the LJ people I promised to find last night, and then wash some clothes. Had to resort to mystery men's socks this morning :/
Hope everyone got back ok last night with minimal falling over :) |
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| Meeep |
[Nov. 5th, 2004|12:29 pm] |
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| |  sore | ] |
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| | Mogwai - Star Wars | ] |
Oh man. Ow.
Woke up this morning. Felt pain. Fell out of bed. Made toast to soak up pain. Put peanut butter on toast. Felt pleased, settled down to eat toast. Bit into toast. Tasted mould :|
Staggered to 12 o'clock lecture, came in & it had started already. Sat next to Bella. "Slept in?" says Bella. "Ungh." "Why did you bother coming in?"
Turns out 12 o'clock lecture was actually 11 o'clock lecture.
Staggered home. Mournfully threw away remaining bread (Salvaged one apparently uninvaded slice, which am currently eating.)
Got a random compilation the other day off Rock Action - Mogwai's label, for a fiver. Got it cause it had a Part Chimp track on. Has turned out to be really really good. Love it when that happens :) |
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[Nov. 2nd, 2004|05:55 pm] |
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| |  annoyed | ] |
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| | Hope of the States - Enemies / Friends | ] |
For a bunch of supposedly really clever people, this lot have a fucking stupid way of doing things.
They set you work on something you've never heard of in your life, and have no lectures on. Sliding filament hypothesis of contraction, anyone? So you boggle at it for a bit and then have to sit for hours and rake through piles and piles of irrelevant shite in three-inch-thick books to try to figure out what the hell this thing means. And sometimes you eventually get it, and manage to half-do the work. Then you hand it in and have a tutorial. And then for an hour, the sadistic bastard that set you the work in the first place painstakingly explains the topic to you. In every bloody detail that it took you two hours of page-turning to understand. And sets you an essay on the next mystery topic.
Am I doing something wrong here? They seem surprised when you know stuff that they're telling you already. Yes I fucking know it, I just spent my entire day in a pile of books trying to work the fucking thing out, because of YOU, you utter bastard!
Similarly, they give you reading lists for lectures. I tried reading some of one once. It involved about 100 pages each of three horribly unreadable textbooks about the insane detail of babies' cognitive ability. You'd have to spend about 10 hours staring blankly at pages of uncomprehensible crap, wondering how you manage to be so stupid that you aren't capable of understanding the prelims material. And THEN, you go to the lecture, and sit through an hour of the dumbed-down, regurgitated basics of what you've just spent a day banging your head against to figure out. What?!? What exactly is wrong with first being taught some material and THEN doing an essay on it? What happened to learning the basics and THEN the insane detail? They're all fucking backwards! Why?!?!???? Is this one of those posh things that i don't get or something? |
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| (no subject) |
[Nov. 2nd, 2004|02:49 pm] |
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| | impressed | ] |
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| | DillingerEscapePlan&MikePatton- When Good Dogs Do Bad Things | ] |
Wow, I'm impressed. Following my declaration that i was going to go dig people up, i completely failed to do anything past adding doseybat to friends list and then buggered off to the pub. And people seem to have found me :) which is lovely.
I'm not sure whether to construct a proper journalesque what-ive-been-doing-recently thing or spare everyone the self-indulgent ramble. Cause it is, i think, supposed to be the original point of the thing. But if i was someone else I'm not sure I'd be all that interested. Not quite up on blog culture ettiquette yet...
Had a go at posting this morning and that thing happened where you type a load of stuff and then click something wrong and it all disappears. Can't be arsed to try to reconstruct it once the mental dumping has been done. I wonder if loads of really profound and important stuff gets typed out and lost, then not reconstructed... Maybe the world is missing a wealth of knowledge just cause of people being a bit spazzy with computers. Either way, my effort this morning wasn't particularly profound or important, so no big losses here.
Suspicions about Oxford have been confirmed. It is, indeed, very definately not London. There is nice stuff around though - few nice bars, goodish music scene. Landed on my face a bit at first, but am righting myself. Trying to placate the tutor i stood up 3 times in the first week...
Work's pretty cool as well, lots of sweet Brookes fine art students. And as much free Zodiac as I like, which is handy.
A cry for help: my computer's got this virusy thing on it that makes porn pop up every 5 minutes. and keeps installing porn dialler things and putting crap on my desktop... how do i make it go away? meeeep. |
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| Another day, another soon-to-be-abandoned blog |
[Nov. 1st, 2004|03:09 pm] |
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| | calm | ] |
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| | Ben Harper and the Innocent Criminals - Suzie Blue | ] |
If you can't beat 'em, join 'em. I give up. I'm starting a livejournal. Chances being i'll update it roughly twice and then forget my own username. Nevertheless, it's being given a shot. I wonder if it's somehow cruel and wrong to bring into the world and then neglect and abandon livejournal accounts, like leaving your baby on someone's doorstep...
I ramble like hell when I'm hungover. Anyway. Going to try to dig up all the people who have been trying to persuade me to get an lj account. All successfully dug-up say aye. |
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