LET'S JUST BIN THE INVITATION.

Sometimes The Titles Of These Mean Something, Sometimes They're Just A Nice Lyric.
I Like That Lyric A Bit.
Of Course, In The Original Patrick Wolf Context It Means Something Beautiful And Romantic, But At This Point For Me, I Have Been Invited To College And Keep Waking Up About Four Hours Late For It.
I Wish That Was A Joke, I Woke Up At Quarter To Twelve Today, That Lost Hour Wasn't Lost On Me, Bad Times.
I'd Really Hoped This Week Was A Fresh Start N'All. Haha.

(Let's Go) Get Lost (Live At Motel Mozaique) - Patrick Wolf

Also, That Song Has A Bit Of Patrick Wolf Just Talking.
He Acts As A Salesman But It Still Sounds Really Beautiful...I Don't Care How Lame That Is, I'm A Lame Person Probably.

So I Haven't Written In A Week, I'm Sorry For That, Nothing's Inspired Me In Ages, But Upon Reflection There's Been More Than Enough To Write About.

Tuesday I Went To College, And As Always When I'm There, Teachers Were Amazed.
And I Wish That Was In A 'Ahh Yeah, Ben Turned Up Muthafuckah, Let's Burn This Place Down In Ecstasy' Way, But It Wasn't.
I Kind Of Wish I Had The Motivation To Go, But I'm Never Given A Chance To Slip Back Into An Expected Routine, What With All The Handouts And Head Shakes, So I Probably Never Will.

I Just Need A Time Out Really, Two Weeks To Sleep And Get Really Hungover, Haha.

Wednesday I Had My Interview For Westminster University.
That Day Was A Joke.
As Always I Started The Uni Day Off With A Bit Of 'Reel Around The Fountain' On The Train.
It Reminds Me Of Coming Out Of LCC And Waiting To Meet Dylan Sat Between These Two Old Ladies Who Shared Mints And Conversation Over Me.
It Was Really Really Funny For Some Reason, And I Had A Sort Of, Out Of Body Experience To Gain The True Comedic Value In The Moment - Just Me In All Grey Smiling Sat Between Two Old Ladies, I Was A Post-Punk Paddington Bear.
But Yeah, I Got The Quarter Past Train, And My Interview Was At Two.
PLENTY OF TIME, SURELY.
You Would Think So, But Harrow, Where Westminster University Is, Is Nearer Watford Than Waterloo.
And That's Not A Clever Play On Words, The Train On The Opposite Tracks When I Eventually Got There Was Going To Watford.
I Got To The Station About Ten Minutes Past Two O'Clock, Which Basically Meant I Was Fucked.
But I Asked A Lady Where The Uni Was, And Walked Really Fast, And Was There By Quarter Past.
THEN I Was At The Wrong Entrance, And Had To Walk Around Finding The Right One.
THEN They'd Left Without Me, So I Had To Find The Room They Were In.

The Lift Experience Was Really Funny, It Was Basically Full And I Was Trapped In The Back Right Corner (The Opposite Corner To The Buttons), And I Asked A Guy If He Could 'Push The Button That Led To The Third Floor.'
It Was All Very Poorly Worded.
He Stared At Me After Pressing The Button, And I Felt Slightly Violated.
Everyone In That Lift Was Definitely Undressing Me With Their Eyes.
'You're Not From Watford, Can I See Under Your Shirt?' Their Eyes SCREAMED At Me.
Luckily The Third Floor Was The First Stop, So I Got Out Before They Could Exert Their Zombie-Like Power On My Weak Cotton Attire.

I Walked Up And Down This Hall For Ages, Looking For Room 315.
The Numbered Rooms Jumped From 314 To 316, But They Weren't All Odd - It Went 310, 311, 312, 313, 314, 316, 317...
I Felt Led On.
So, I Knocked On 316 And Asked The Bearded Henry VIIIth Lookalike Where 315 Was.
'THIS Is Room 315! What's Your Name Then?'
'Are You Sure This Is Room 315? The Door Says 316, This Place Is Terribly Confusing.'
I Find Myself Saying Words Like 'Terribly' In Situations Where I Have To Break The Ice.
So I Sat Down And Apologised For My Lateness.
Although, Kanye Was Right:

'Y'all Should Be Honoured By My Lateness, That I'd Even Turn Up For This Fake...'

There Was This One Gurl Who Spoke Exactly Like The Bullied Gurl From 'Donnie Darko.'
Every Time She Spoke All I Could Hear In My Head Was 'SHUT UP! SHUT UP!'.
In My Head I Drifted Off Into A World Where I Was Donnie Darko, And She Had A Notebook Dedicated To Me, And Then I Started To Laugh A Bit And The Homosexual Northern Guy Looked At Me For A Really Long Time.
The First Question I Got Asked Was 'What Is Journalism?'.
My Answer Made The Fat Nerd Guy (Who I Have Another Anecdote About Later) Roll His Eyes.
I Was All 'I Think It's An Art Form Sometimes. I Don't Mean Trevor Macdonald Is A Painter, But Like, It Can Inspire People. For Me People Like Jon Savage And John Peel Are Good Examples Of This, And By 'Inspire' I Don't Necessarily Mean It'll Make A Person Write, Or Present A Radio Show, But It Could Put Across What They're Reporting On In An Inspiring Way, Which Could Make People Go And Get Involved In Whatever That Might Be.'
The Presenter Stared At Me.
I Could Tell He Was A Very 'Science' Person As Soon As I'd Rambled On About Punk And Jon Savage For A Little Bit Too Long, And Realised I Now Had To Approach The Thing In A Very Clinical Way.
The Fat Nerd Guy's Answer Was Basically A Really Annoying Way Of Saying 'Journalists Tell People What Goes On In The World.'

Throughout The Entire Interview I Kept Looking Around At Everyone Making Up A Back Story For Them.
There Was A Gurl Who Had No Skin Showing, Because She Was Pierced That Much.
One Of Her Questions Was 'Is This Place Diverse, Cos I Got Told College Would Be But There Was Nobody Like Me There.'
In My Head I Went:
'SHE'S A
PUNK PUNK
PUNK ROCKUH
PUNK PUNK
PUNK ROCKAH
SHE'S A
PUNK PUNK
PUNK ROCKAHHHHHHHH.'
Again, I Couldn't Hold In The Laughter.

There Was Another Gurl Who Was From East London.
She Was My Favourite, I Reckon.
When Asked What Story She Would Write About If Given A Front Page To Fill, She Said She'd Talk About All The Knife Crimes That Go Unreported, Cos 'My Friend Got Stabbed And Like, Didn't Report It Cos He Wanted To Get His Family Involved Instead, Get Some Proper Justice, You Know?'
And I Wish I Was Making That Up, But She Genuinely Said That.
She'd Brought Her Friend Along For Moral Support As Well, And She Was Literally The Funniest Person I've Ever Seen.
She Looked Like Vicky Pollard, If Vicky Pollard Sniffed Loads Of Glue And Ate More Pork Scratchings.
I Really Hate 'Little Britain', Catchphrase-Based Sketch Shows Are Kind Of Weak, But She Really Did Look Like That.

So Anyway, After All That We Went On A Tour.
I Opened The Door For The Fat Nerdy Guy A Few Times, And He Just Stared At Me Like We Were In Direct Competition And He Had His Eyes On The Prize.
I Felt That Was A Bit Rude.
So I Asked Him This:
'Were You In Any Of The Harry Potter Films?'
'No?'
'Oh Right, You Look Like Someone I Saw In One Of Them.'
The Homosexual Northern Guy Got My Dig (He Did The Widening Of The Eyes People Do When They Catch On To A Corker, Yes, I Said Corker) And Laughed Quite A Lot.
This Guy Looked EXACTLY Like Crabbe Or Goyle, Which To Me Was Really Funny, And Clearly To The Northern Guy Also.

After All That I Got The Train Home.
I Listened To Mostly Joy Division, It Had Been A Black Day.
On The Main Train Home I Was Forced To Sit Next To This Old Man.
At First He Looked Really Normal Businessman-Like, But I Looked A Bit Closer And He Was Writing A Poem.
Not A List, A Poem.
It Was Really Weird, And It Instantly Made Me Like Him.
I Had A Read And It Was Good Stuff.
I Gave Him A Bit More Space, Prior To All Of This I'd Been Rather Selfish With My Corner.
We Never Spoke But It Affected Me A Bit, The Idea That A Guy In A Suit Can Still Be Creative.
Nice.

Then Thursday Was The First Of The Four Hour Lie In Phenomenon.
I Went In For Music Tech At Least.

Friday I Similarly Didn't Go In.

In The Evening I Went To See Lady And The Lost Boys Though, Which Was Good, I Think.
Something Happened And I Decided I'd Drink Myself Into Toxicity.
Which Actually Made Me Really Enjoy Myself, If Ever There Was An Advert For Absolute Binge Drinking I Am It.
Becca Drove Me And Jonny There Which Was Rad, I Was DJ And Cranked Out The Classics (5ive's 'If You're Getting Down', But Most Importantly Sisqo's 'The Thong Song').
The First Band On Actually SUCKED, Like, They Were A Soundscape Band.
Me And Becca Stood There, And I Genuinely Thought The Rest Of My Life Was Going To Be That Single Chord.
We Left And Just Sat About For A Bit, Using 'Code.'
You'll Never Know What It Is.

Then I Think Lady And The Lost Boys Were On, They Were Really Great, Although There Was A Sense Of Despair Which I Couldn't Put My Finger On.

I Don't Remember Coming Home, Except For Jumping Out Of Becca's Car At The Traffic Lights, Haha.
I Hope I Wasn't A Problem.
I Spent All My Money On Drink.

And About Half An Hour Ago, When Me And Billy Were Going To MacDonald's, A Really Nice Thing Happened, It's The First Thing That's Made Me Feel Like This For Aaaaaages.
I Exaggerate, But It Was Nice.

Here Is Another Song:

Catch - The Cure

It's Lush, Trust Me, It'll Cheer You Up.

PHWOAR.

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