A new life to an elderly blog

So here I am. In Helen’s bed. Lying perpendicular to the orthodox direction for sleeping. I say lying, my head is propped up against the wall in that manner that is curiously in between lying and sitting. There should be a word for that… maybe there is…  Biff Chip and Kipper should teach you it at school (on this topic I’m still hoping to find someone who remembers the Purple Monster, probably through a different more accurate name).

A train just went past. It was louder than I remember it being but I think that’s just cos I was thinking about it. Because I’m thinking about things so I can have things to write about. Now Helen has just looked at the clock and said “Fuck.” and I know it is because last time we (or at least I) checked the time it was 65 minutes ago. She has to get up in approximately 6 1/4 hours. I shall work this out in minutes. It is 375 minutes. I could count them individually if I wanted to. I don’t want to. I can sleep in til 2 if I like. That makes me feel warm inside. Warmer than she does at least.

Ok, so lets look at why I decided to start a blog again. Jeremy said he had, so I remembered I am highly unoriginal and when I hear an interesting idea I copy it. So I copied it. He said he had written quite a lot about a certain housemate of ours. I want to as well, except I’m not sure what to say. You can usually hear her chatting to Oliver from up here, but I can’t any more which either means she is now sleeping, trying to sleep (she has lots of sleeping problems!) or Oliver has gone to bed and she is on facebook doing trivia for silly US TV shows. Ok I am only gonna bitch about what she has done today. At dinner she specifically asked for cauliflower in the dishing-up process, then when presented with said vegetables at the table decided she no longer wanted them. She also claimed that she had been studying British people and concluded they all collect food on the back of their fork and put it in their mouth. These are both tame examples of the potential annoyance and more examples of how she is absolutely fucking mental.

bed time now, helen has fallen asleep. i should too.

I love millencolin – Someday I will be that one!

dark have been my dreams of late:

mmmm

I love you Dan Boland

I was just nozzling around my old files and metaphorically stumbled upon this gem. Dan stayed at my house once and we had had quite a bit to drink and… yeah… humour ensued. Words can’t explain the quality of hearing a drunk dan perform Complicated by Avril Lavigne. quality bloke

One Small Step One Giant Leap

Realised today that I keep my work life and non-work* life pretty separate (*was gonna say 'social' life but it can barely count as that,). So I thought I would hav a little section about my workmates. For the moment as I have no photos I am gonna draw a cartoon of each of them. I love the people I work with, which is lucky, and the only reason I still work here, as the job is badly paid and not really something I enjoy or am good at.

updated:

Eye To Eye

Finally finished mastering a song that I had 90% finished recording when my guitar pedal stopped working (this was a few days ago).

Decided recently that being without school and without a job is not as fun and free as i thought it would be. A lot of sitting about wishing you were doing something but not having anything to do or anyone to do it with. I thought this blog would be vaguely fun (in a very loose sense of the word) but nobodys gonna read it and i wouldn’t really want them to either cos its crap. O well. It definitely will be crap if I continue in this negative low self-esteem manner, so from now on I’m take on the persona of a cool.

Late Night Sketching

 

Now that I’m only working part-time and in afternoons I can afford to stay up late and waste time doing pointless things instead of sleeping. Last night I was very bored and Steve got me to start this blog. I also decided that I should take up sketching so I drew some pictures of some friends. Hopefully nobody reading this will know who they are meant to be and therefore see how shabby the pics are. I did another one but it was bollocks & very offensive to the subject.

Hello world!

Wow its a blog. I can feel all the feelings and emotions that have been crying out to be expressed, bubbling up inside of me in anticipation of the regurgitation of shit that is about to happen. Almost like an oral colonic.

anyhoo… expect more.