Q&A

I've decided upon a little project which I will entitle "Questions and Answers With the Most Opinionated and Self Righteous Blogger In The World." The concept is simple, although judging by the response to my "Review Me" idea it may not work. Still I'm willing to give it a go:

use the comments section of this post to ask me any questions you may have, about anything whatsoever, and in a couple of days' time I will provide a list of answers. They may be humorous, or deeply sarcastic or profoundly obscure. It is unlikely that they will be true. Nevertheless, it's good to get a bit of writer-reader participation and I know you're all eager to have your say judging by the amount of nonsense that clogs up my comment-boxes day in, day out.
So, quiz me up!

Three, Part Two

I don't get what all the bad reviews were about. I didn't even notice that the film was long. It's certainly funnier than #2 and more to the point, it pushes the boundaries of imagination further yet (no, I'm not talking about Kiera Knightley). This film throws up some seriously surreal concepts and it is both fascinating and curious.
Johnny Depp is still fantastic, Kiera Knightley is still sexy and still wooden, and Orlando bloom unfortunately loses his chance to shake his wet (literally) pretty-boy image, though he does come close at times - moments of seemingly ad-libbed wit and laddishness from a number of the characters really give the film an edge of humour and prove that this is something we're meant to laugh with, not at. Alas, the attempted moments of seriousness (see Kiera's "moving" speech at the brink of death) bring the humour crashing down with an embarassing clang, though to be fair we have the writers and not the actors to blame for that. Not that many of the actors did anything to help, either; aside from the ten or so speaking parts, the thousands of extras employed seemed to spend most of their time throwing their hats in the air and cheering. Which, let's face it, is good honest, fun for all the family. So support your local cinema and beat the pirates(!) - get down there for a bit of seafaring action. Arr!

Three

Three reasons not to watch Pirates of the Caribbean 3:

1...
2...
3...

Exactly. Who cares if the acting is wooden? Who cares if the storyline is an eccentric collection of rip-offs? Who cares if it's 3 hours long? IT'S PIRATES OF THE CARIBBEAN!

I'm excited.

Facebook - Fun For All The Family

On Facebook I now have
1 parent
1 sibling
1 aunt
4 cousins
at least other 4 extended family/old family friends

some of these people are over 50! What happened to the internet being a youth revolution?

Go Get Your Headphones

I recorded a rough acoustic demo of "Michael Moore, Go Get Your Camera." I don't think it's ready (or particularly appropriate) for MySpace, but I'd love you to hear it so check it out here (I hope).

The song has such a massive dynamic range, the loud chorus sounds really odd with just an acoustic guitar. I guess it needs a full band to do it justice. Still, I hope you get an idea of the emotion of the song.

[lyrics]

Note

When I said "I'm done" in my post on Friday May 25th, I was not talking about guitar, nor life, nor blogging.
I was talking about SCHOOL.

*waits for them to catch up*

Affleck VS Damon

Ben Affleck is not quite Matt Damon.
This may seem like stating the obvious, but my meaning is that Affleck seems to repeatedly fall short of Damon's standards in terms of cool, character and charm. Damon consistently delivers high-quality, badass performances. Affleck's, while decent, seem that little bit more mediocre.

My question to the panel, then, is this: Why does Affleck continually land all the hot Hollywood superstars? Even in the shallow/filler action movies he gets cast with the likes of Uma Thurman, whereas Matt Damon is put alongside the likes of little-known Julia Stiles. Who is still very attractive, but I just feel that Mr Damon should be getting the best of the best.

To some, this post may come across as shallow and perhaps even demeaning to women. This is an illusion caused by your personal insecurity, and the gradual takeover of your mind by our politically correct society. Seek help, immediately.

Thank you.

Synonyms for "Cheesy"

There are none. Which is a shame, because "Cheesy" is only good for describing one thing: Cheese. I like Cheese. Therefore, "Cheesy" should only have positive connotations.

However, we use "Cheesy" to describe things which are a little bit sad, a tiny bit awkward, slightly over-the-top, slightly lame. None of these expressions are particularly good portrayals of what "Cheesy" really is, which demonstrates my dilemma: we need a new word, but no such word exists.

I think the closest living example we have of what "Cheesy" really is, is Bon Jovi. But that's not an adjective...

Life Story

Originally posted on Facebook, but adapt it to apply to you, my dear readers.

Hello Facebook friends old and new.
As Facebook's primary purpose is keeping in touch/stalking people, I figure I'll give you a little life update. If you find it too emotional, I understand...

I've just finished school, for the last time. I have two weeks of study leave before my A-level exams (History, Music Tech and Philosophy) which last until June 21st. After that I plan to try and make the most of my summer, going on holidays, hooking up with people and hopefully making a lot of music in between. However, I will also allow myself some headspace because, should I get the required grades, I will be going straight on to University College Falmouth to study for a degree in English with Creative Writing. I have no idea what to expect, but I know that it will be an important part in the development of my life and discovery of myself.

I still have dreams to make a career out of music, and I will always be pursuing that in some way or other, but I'm going to try and work towards some kind of writing job. Ideally I'll end up in travel-writing or travel journalism, although these are both competitive areas of work and require a considerable amount of luck as well as talent. Whatever happens, I'll be sure to spend some time travelling when I graduate (hopefully) in 2010. But that's a long way off! I could be dead by then...

That's a fairly good summary of the next few years, and I hope I'll keep in touch with old friends as well as making new ones. I wish the best of luck to everyone - those who have "settled down," those who are about to, those who are just off to uni or who have just finished school, those who are still slogging (real word?!) away in the education system... and of course the random Facebook friends I have never met before in my life.
Let's try and do this "living" thing properly. Innit.

That's It

I'm done.

God Save The Manics

So I got the new Manics album ("Send Away The Tigers"), and have been blown away.
After initial fears that it would be trashy, retro punk, I listened to it for the first time yesterday evening and was immediately struck by the quality of the production which is absolutely outstanding. And then today, listen 2 (and 3 and 4) has totally swept me away. It makes me miss playing rock music, really deep - the acoustic stuff has its time and place, but there are moments when you want to plug in and let it all go. And the Manics have done that so well on this album, bearing in mind that they have 40 years of rock and roll history to contest with, plus 7 studio albums of their own; and yet they still sound original, pleasantly refreshing, and crunchingly powerful.

Although Nicky Wire's peculiar and often disjointed lyrical style stuck out at first (particularly on "Underdogs," where the verses begin "This one's for the freaks." ...felt a little bit teen-angsty and cheap), later listens have revealed the depth and intelligence behind the lyrics. And it's totally what the Manics are about - James Dean Bradfield trying to cram as many syllables as possible to make the verses fit. Speaking of Bradfield, his voice is surprisingly fresh for a smoking, touring late-thirties rock singer. In fact, the vocals sound the best they have on any Manics album to date (on a par with Lifeblood) and far better than on his solo album. And of course, Brafield's guitar playing is still blazing hot. This album features some great little lead breaks, without entering the rock and roll tradition of Stupidly Long Solos.

Even after only a day's worth of listens, I could write for hours about the merits of this album - its restraint (9 songs, not one over 5 minutes long), its capture of excitement, tragedy and anger in one bittersweet mixture, its encapsulation of up-to-date and interesting rock and roll, its musical diversity within this spectrum, its highlights of political and social issues...
but I'll leave it up to you to discover. Which you should, because the Manics are proof that even the Welsh can make good music.

There's No Justice In The World

Or as Stevie so aptly put it, "A game like this is about the small details, and a little bit of luck." So true. Liverpool dominated, but Milan played well at the right times and got lucky and that is how any team will win.

Apart from England, because they just haven't grapsed the "play well at the right times bit."

Anyway, enough on football...

Champions League - Half Time

I think that at all Liverpool and England games, when the camera is not on the match it should be on Steven Gerrard 100% of the time. And after the matches they should interview him, about both sides' performance if necessary.

Also, I think that flukey free-kicks should not be allowed in Cup Finals. 'nuf said.

Claim2Fame

After my post about the Eurovision Song Contest, I'm now #1 of "about 1,400,000" for a google search of "Pointless Events." So, er, go me!

Yoof

I hate it when people write for the youth.
You may recall my attack on the Youth Bible a while back? I think that Christians are most guilty, but everyone does it from school textbooks to adverts and marketers.

I think one of the expressions that bugs me most is "your mate." I don't have a mate. I plan to remain celibate until marriage, and even then I wouldn't refer to my sexual partner as a "mate" but as a "wife." In fact, I think the term "mate" strictly applies to mammals without capacity for speech, reason etc. who do not maintain monogamous relationships or necessarily experience love or affection.

It also annoys me when writers over-simplify. Yes, there are probably some teenagers out there who are incapable of understanding three-syllable words. They are all in jail. Hence, the people who bother reading your pointless literature will probably want to get their money's worth. Throw in some superlatives. Be excessive. Embellish. COMPLICATE!

Over

Of all the "last lessons" I've had this week, Philosophy of Ethics today is definitely the one I'll miss most.
There's a unique atmosphere in the Ethics class: a universal acceptance that it is our weakest area of study, a shared enjoyment of banter; a unity of spirit, if you will. Our teacher is just out of Uni herself, and though at times she would probably have willingly strangled me to death were she not in need of a job next year, she's on something of a wavelength with our class. She even laughed at my nerdy Philosophy jokes.

Well, some things change and some things stay the same. I guess that's just the way things are, that's how they've always been.

Kudos to whoever gets the song...

They Thought It Could Never Happen...

It has. LunchClub has a theme tune.

Should be available for download here - if not, go here.

Irony In Music (Part II)

Now what is kinda ironic, is that after that genuine and heartfelt post I had a couple of conversations which brought to the front of my mind (in a most piercing and irritating fashion) the song "Ironic" by Alanis Morissette.

Oh, Alanis. Some people say that Americans have no concept of irony. This is certainly true of Miss Morissette. Try though she might, not one of the things she lists in her song are ironic. Annoying, certainly; regretful, possibly; but there is not a trace of irony anywhere, apart from the fact that she is singing about them all in the first place!

That song has become one of my most-hated songs of all time, partly because I'd prefer to listen to chickens being strangled slowly to death than Alanis's wailing voice* but mostly because of the shockingly bad lyrics. The more I try to find irony in "some good advice that you just didn't take" or even "rain on your wedding day..." Listen: dying on your wedding day is ironic. Your parents getting a divorce on your wedding day is ironic. Rain? Why not wind, or snow, or a nuclear fallout in China?
Americans...

*probably not entirely true

Irony In Music

I'm always interested in what musicians have to say about things. I was reading an interview with the Grand Drive songwriters, and one of them (Danny Wilson) says this:
...it probably has a cheese element but without any irony at all. I don't like irony in music and I don't like people who like music for ironic reasons.
It's so easy to realise the "cheese" element in music and to mock it, but I totally agree with him. There's something so genuine and innocent about music, that has been preserved long beyond most of everything else in society, and we need to treasure that innocence.

I know I'm guilty of irony in music, and especially in lyrics, because of who I am, but I also want to keep alive the innocence of music because that is what makes music so beautiful.

Gotta Love The Germans...

After my Grand Drive fest, I bought their latest album (the one with the song I actually know). I got it through a German company at Amazon Marketplace, who sold me the CD for £2.50 and charged £1 for packaging and delivery. More to the point, they delivered it within two days. From Germany. That, my friends, that is quality service.
In the meantime, I'm waiting for two more CDs from Amazon.co.uk which cost me £18 in total. I think I'll choose the Germans in future.

My Busy Week: Depiction

Busy Week

This week I have 3 formal meals, one double-booking, and a football match.
May not seem like a lot to you, but for one whose life consists of avoiding things, it's quite a busy schedule.

Lilies

I finally learned how to make paper Lilies yesterday. I can't stop myself.

Shut Up Already! (Part II)

This post is dedicated to Jimmy Carter.

Now I know it's Blair reconciliation time, and everyone's playing the whole "He wasn't too bad really" card, so don't take this as me jumping on the bandwagon. I've always been mildly pro-Labour in a lesser-of-two-evils kind of way.

What I want to say is this. The war on Iraq is not responsible for the world's problems. The war in Iraq is not the worst thing to happen this century. The decision to go to war was not a change in history that has sent the world apocalypse-ward. And Tony Blair did not make a blind decision.
I have no evidence to support this final claim, but judging by the character of Blair, judging by my knowledge of history and politics, judging most of all by my perception of human nature, I believe that Blair knows something about the Iraq situation that convinced him that war was the best option. Furthermore, while I personally disagree with war in general, I respect his decision. And while the WMD story may have been a lie - or a mistake - this talk of "illegal war" is utter rubbish. How can you have a legal war? How can you even begin to define rules about justifying one person shooting another? It's a war, we're in a war, get over it.

I'd like to return to Iraq's - and the world's - problems as I finish. Iraq was already rotten on the inside. The world is a messed up place. All it would have taken was for Saddam to die and we be in the same civil war situation as now, minus the British and American soldiers. There are civil wars everywhere, all the time, and people kill each other. And isn't it a good thing, hypothetically, that we have these "neutral" soldiers who are there, in theory, to help out? Forget what you believe about oil and wealth for a second, and imagine that these guys are there to stabilise Iraqi society. Surely that can only be a good thing?

Published

Now online - the lyrics to a song I wrote on the day of the Virginia Tech Massacre.

The song itself draws influence from a number of incidents and events. Musically I think it is quite passionate, with a rising and falling melody and dynamics. But the content is what really matters, I guess. I'll sing it for you someday.

Spree

I love spreeing, particuarly on these three things:
-Clothes
-CDs
-Guitar pedals

I opted for number 2 with some birthday money. "Momentum" by Transcargo, "Send Away The Tigers" by Manic Street Preachers and "The Lights In This Town Are Too Many To Count" by Grand Drive (yes, I am hooked). You can't beat good music, especially if you actually pay for it...

The Genius Of Alan Partridge

"How about a condensed Pink Floyd concert for £500?"

"I've got a girlfriend and she's only 33. Cashback!"

"Go to London, I guarantee you'll either be mugged or unappreciated."

- "The world's getting smaller."
- "Aye, that's global warming."

"I want to hover over a donkey and scare it into a ditch."

Listen To Grand Drive

I've waited a while before writing this review. I bought Grand Drive's album "True Love And High Adventure" a few weeks ago, after having heard their single "The Real Thing" (from a different album) many times over the past year. Since then I've been able to give the CD a good listen without forming any judgements.
Here's some history on Grand Drive: two Australian-born singer/songwriter brothers and a drummer, living in London and writing Americana style music. This stuff is raw, it's beautiful, it's poetry. The best two comparisons I can draw are Dylan and Wilco. Ballad-style lyrics and song structures, a lush textura music base with pretty melodies and stunning harmonies. Really good stuff. Hard to come by, they're on an Indie label and are quite small-time, but if you get a chance to give them a go.

First Review

by Robin Mitchell

"Making Sense Of Me" is a mismatch of thoughts, feelings, jokes, rants and images snatched somewhat haphazardly from the life of a thoughtful, if peculiar, teenager.
The tone ranges from outrageous arrogance to pitful whinging, and our writer often appears to regret previous postings. Unfortunately, his attempts to excuse them only draw attention to them and emphasise their ridiculousness.
The blog is well written, although at times somewhat incoherent. Our writer is clearly something of a perfectionist. At times this is good. At times it can be very dull.

As far as any mish-mash of opinions can be, this blog is a good read but that does not excuse the fact that it is written by a moron.

Review Me Up

You may remember that I reviewed all of the blogs in my sidebar a few months ago? Now it's time to get your own back.
I challenge all my readers to write a comment-sized review, and I will post them one by one. Doesn't have to be as extravagant or long-winded as mine were, just imagine you're doing one of those little box-sized reviews in T2 or Empire.

Be as harsh as you like but please... keep it reader-friendly.

battered

well, you'll be pleased to know that my last source of arrogance - my goal-a-game record - was snatched away in a 13-1 defeat today. this team were pushy (one guy bordering on psychotic) and a lot bigger than us, and we just didn't make the passes or finish the shots.

the stubborn little man inside me wants to point out that i'm still top scorer, but my reason says "not for long."

Shut Up Already!

Why is it that life after death can ony be seen in terms of reward/punishment and justice? Why do good deeds have to be done for reward?
Why can't we just be nice for the sake of it, enjoy life because life is made to be enjoyed, love people because people are made to be nice? Why do we need some divine incentive?

And for that matter, why should people have to get an eternal ass-kicking just because they messed up this overwhelmingly complicated life?

Cold!

Despite my whingings and whinings in previous posts, that version of "Cold As Ice" is online (here) and it is actually really good. In a really lame sort of way. Crank it, the beatz is rockin'.

Most Pointless Events In The World

#1: Eurovision Song Contest

I never watch this, but I know a few things.
-The music is, generally, genuinely rubbish
-The artists are, generally, freaks
-It would be better named "Eurovision Freak Show"
-There isn't even a cash prize?

Why bother? Congratulations, you've "done your country proud" by writing a bad song about how freakish your girlfriend is and wearing makeup to disguise (or emphasise?) the fact that you're a freak.

Needless to say, I will be submitting an entry next year...

Aaaah!

(sorry for the crazy titles today, folks)

When recording, I always find that I spend a lot of time and effort achieving minimal and poor-quality results. This is incredibly disheartening and depressing, and is probably due to the fact that my equipment is a) cheap and b) rubbish.
Also maybe because I'm trying to do too much at once.

I have these amazing songs in my head and I really want to get them out and audible, but I have never yet produced something that I am satisfied with. Hence, Aaaaah!

Grr

Every time I put on a clean pair of jeans, I reopen the cut on my knee and get blood all over them. It is seriously annoying.

The Name Game

The great thing about The Name Game is that you totally reinvent people, and what they signify.

Examples:
"Bloke with a pointy hat" - not Harry Potter, it's the Pope
"Um..." - Terry Wogan
*Tense muscles in wrestling pose* - Rami Ghali

If you have never played The Name Game, or our version of it, you will have no idea what I'm talking about. Don't worry. Relax.

Introducing...

Islaminating!
The process of converting someone to Islam by laminating them. This method has proved surprisingly succesful, and has resulted in the adoption of Islam as a national religion by many states in the southern Pacific (apart from Fiji, which is being conquered by my sister), and a few crazy white-boys in Birmingham.

Jack Johnson, underground Islaminator, says:
"Islaminating is most effective if you get them while they're vulnerable. Sleep, the shower, napping in the car, these are all prime opportunities. Remember, when you Laminate, you do it for Islam."

Never Islaminate alone, in case you are brutally attacked or get your hand stuck to the floor.

My Blog Is A Killer

The me on this blog is a prat. He does not deserve to live.
Unfortunately, that me is me. I wish he would know when to stop sometimes.

Anyway, onto better things. I got a belated birthday present - Command and Conquer III! I'm not much of a gamer, but I sure do love C&C. And the cool thing is, Josh Holloway (that's Sawyer to you) is one of the characters. Mental!

Boredom Is A Killer

I thought I was doing so well.
I finished at 11, but I managed to occupy my whole morning. Practice essays, thank you cards, tidying.
Lunch.
This afternoon, I even wrote another couple of thank you cards and did some emailing admin. But then, at 1500, it got me again.

I had nothing to do. I've worked enough for one day. I've practiced enough guitar, written too many songs, failed with recording too many times.

So suddenly I'm reduced to watching Alan Partridge and surfing Facebook. A Whole New Level of depressing. This is made worse by the fact that I am tired and incapable of focusing on anything for more than ten minutes.

I MAY DIE

"Social Networking"

These sites really get to me. Sure, I use them and they're useful for staying in contact with people and organising stuff, but they're also just little shields that people can use to feel good about themselves for a little while. We can project the "perfect image" of who we are to other people, we can beg for sympathy, fish for compliments, flirt and tease, all from the safety of our desktops.

They are corrupt, and this is not a joke rant.

More J&M

I think everyone does this...

Never Do That

Have three strong caffeinated drinks right before you were planning to go to sleep.

Am now hallucinating about chocolate cakes and "White Men Can't Jump" (supreme quote: "You can put a cat in an oven, don't make it a biscuit")

NOOOOOOOO

I just realised that there was a certain era of music that I forgot to back up. All my Bonobo, all my Cafe Del Mar, all my Aphex Twin and Massive Attack...
gone!

:(

Totally Worth It

Two lessons today.

Cancelled.

: |

Cold As Ice

I recorded another song today! It's only 2 minutes long, hence the speed, and I think it's the second last of the "Las Esmeraldas" project. My last one is a surprise, but suffice there will be minimal beats and maximal chillage. If those are words. If not, just think Jeff Buckley.

Anyway, I covered "Cold As Ice" by Foreigner, and I wrote my own verse. Check it out:

you lured me in, you're like a charm
i wished i'd looked ahead and seen this far
you never cared about me, never cared to know
you caught me as i fell, just to let me go

you're as cold as ice
willing to sacrafice

you're stone cold, dead inside
nothing to lose and nothing to hide
you shine like a star but you're all burned out
i can't keep you, and i can't keep you out

Beef

I met a girl today who was allergic to beef. That was pretty sad. I mean, imagine what you'd miss out on! One of the finest meats to grace the face of the earth, and a crucial part of all the best recipes out there.
Obviously I didn't say this to her face.

But no, though I felt sympathy for her plight I was more shocked at how something as innocent and harmless as beef could literally kill her if she ate it. I mean, cyanide yes, zinc probably, but beef? You just don't expect it.
Life is cruel.

The French Do It Better

Elections, art-house movies, dodgy food, footballers, perfume...

everything.

Las Esmeraldas

New song ("Wires") online - first thing I've recorded on my laptop. I'm still trying to find a balance between quality and timing, but this particular song isn't too bad.
Prospect of Las Esmeraldas demo CD, featuring original song and then the cover. Could be interesting.

Remember the website? http://myspace.com/lasesmeraldas

The Most Pointless People In The World

Life guards.
Any questions?

1) If someone is drowning, they will already be dead by the time a lifeguard can reach them
2) If not, any simpleton can pull someone out of the water and passionately kiss them until they wake up
3) Life guards can't stop blowing their stupid whistles. Even when they're off duty. Even when they're out for the evening. Life guards have zero intelligence. They are brain dead. It is possible that they do not deserve to be alive.

PUT A LIFE GUARD OUT OF ITS MISERY: TODAY

[nb if you have a friend or relative who was a life guard and who died saving someone from drowning, I apologise profusely for everything I have just written]

Like, Woah!

I wonder how many "Like, Woah" posts I can write before I lose 100% of my readership

Apologies guys, I don't feel particularly intelligent or witty at the moment. Obviously right now that's because I went out for "birthday drinks," but in general maybe it's cuz I'm busy or stressed... I dunno. Anyway, until It Returns, have some MASSIVE WRITING.
On me.

Argh

It may seem like stating the obvious, but life is just too crazy sometimes.

Pro

A day of work. I've just handed in my last bit of coursework - four pieces, to be precise - after spending another two hours filling in forms and signing proof-of-work documents. I was the first person to get it in, so kudos to me, and more kudos because I think I feature on four other people's recordings - and Tim's, because we walked into the studio when he was still recording.

Just call me Pro.

Like, Woah...

It's all dark out.
Apocalypse style.

Weird Day

I sat down to do a history essay after lunch, and I just fell asleep. For almost an hour. And I suck at sleeping, especially in the day.

I was only woken by a phonecall from Josh, for whom I was going to play bass. So I went into school and recorded the bassline to a Boy George song, still half asleep.

You have no idea how trippy that is...

UPDATE
Other weird happenings:

-This afternoon somone laid something lethal in the bathroom next to my room. It still smells in there eight hours later.
-I spent two hours writing up music coursework in pitch dark. It's due in tomorrow.
-Joey's football leapt from his hand at my laptop, scattering CDs and soundcards everywhere. I think DESMOND is okay. Speaking of which... Lost!

Casimir Pulaski Day

I located an old demo of the song "Casimir Pulaski Day" by Sufjan Stevens. Those of you that don't know this song, it's one of the most beautiful, bittersweet pieces I've ever heard.
The Sufjan website notes that the some of the lyrics in said demo are slightly different. I actually laughed out loud when I heard it first time, it's a little direct...

album:
"In the morning, at the top of the stairs, when your father found out what we did that night and you told me you were scared;
All the glory when you ran outside with your shirt tucked in and your shoes untied and you told me not to follow you."

demo:
"In the morning, at the top of the stairs, when your father found out what we did that night and you told me you were scared; Oh, the glory at the top of the stairs, if he raised his hand I could pull his hair and kick him in the face."

Cruel Things To Say To Inmates

courtesy of our Philosophy teacher

"You should get out more"

"Got anything lined up for the weekend?"

I Just Don't Know What To Do With Myself

I've always had it in my head that I'm not gonna get an ordinary job, I'm not going to live an ordinary life, I'm not gonna settle down just as the system dictates. I don't aspire to have good grades, I don't really aspire to graduate, and despite anything I may have implied I really feel that I'm just going to Uni to kill time between being a kid and being an adult.
And yeah, sometimes I think why bother? I feel under an immense amount of pressure from something I really don't care about and will probably never use.
I just want to crash on an island and meet beautiful babes.

I think I've been watching too much Lost.

I Think I'm Subliminally Racist

Basically, I was drawing a diagram to explain to Barrie how my sister Esther is going to single-handedly convert Fiji to Christianity. Part of the drawing contained a mosque, which I labelled "MOSQUE." Another part contained a forest, but for some reason I labelled this "ISLAM." I think I am obsessing over muslims too much.
Also, sometimes I find myself discriminating against people of different ethnic backgrounds or minority groups.

A Home For DESMOND

I now have a lovely inconspicuous man bag for my laptop.

Love it.

Don't Stop Me!

hey hey hey!

finished recording for chris. the singing is supremely bad, and the recording isn't great either... but hey! it's his coursework! serve him right, i say.

(seriously, i would love to do a better job but i have spent so many hours on this thing i've practically given up hope)