The House Of Normality.
Everyone's Taking On Family Roles, I'm Sure Zimbardo Would Be Interested To See What Is Occurring.
I Am Totally The Little Boy.
I Have People Asking Me To Do Chores, To Go To Skool - I Think It's A Matter Of Time Before Someone Asks 'Ben, Do You Need The Toilet?'
I'm Not Complaining At All, Maybe It's Nice To Have People Care About Your Education.
BUT, Everyone Told Me Off For Admiring Those Sacred Few That I Admire.
Robert Smith, Daniel Johnston, Bowie And Morrissey.
Tonight Was Almost An Intervention, It Was Totally Hilarious.
'Ben, I Don't Think You Should Look Up To These Depressive Recluses, Seriously.'
I Guess Parents Just Don't Understand...
Haha.
It's Not That I Want To Emulate Their Lives, I Just Think Their Art Is Amazing, And Am One Of Those Fanboys Who Wants To Know Everything About People Whom They Admire.
It's Not Like I'm Going To Crash A Plane.
Or Live For Months At A Time In My Room.
Or Move To Berlin To Take Heroin With Iggy Pop.
Or, Climb Round A Hotel Jumping From Balcony To Balcony.
Haha.
I'm Going To Create My Own Myths Anyway.
Haha.
I Want Kids To Go 'Oh Man, Ben Hall, He Fucking, Did Loads Of Heroin And Painted A Cat Yellow.'
Not That That's Happened.
It's Really Awkward When People Don't Get My Tongue-In-Cheek Approach To Absolutely Everything.
Although I'm Deadly Serious That My Kid Is Going To Be Called 'Stephen Patrick Morrissey Hall.'
REGARDLESS OF GENDER.
Take Things Seriously And Your Face Will Stay That Way When The Wind Changes.
If My Face Gets Stuck In A Sarcastic Smile, That's Fine.
I Need A Decent Night's Sleep, A Breakfast Can Of Rockstar And A Time Out.
I Also Need Next Monday To Come Quicker, For '4:13 Dream.'
At Least I've Got Lots To Look Forward To In The Next Month.
It's Just That This 'Family' Don't Believe In Me And My Absolute Killer Abilities, Because I'm Apparently 'Too Modest.'
Awful Trait, I'm Sure.
Haha.
Maybe From Now On I'll Be Really Macho And Boastful.
Luvverly.
Okay My New Idol Is Noel Edmonds, I Believe In Drawing Space On My Hands And That, I'm Totally Spiritual And Wear Garish Silk Shirts All The Time.
Love You Edmondster.
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Pinch Of Salt It Up, I'm Melodramatic In The Loveliest Of Ways.
Tuesday 21 October 2008
Sunday 12 October 2008
WHEN I FIRST SAW YOU SOMETHING STIRRED WITHIN ME, YOU WERE STANDING SULTRY IN THE RAIN.
I Bloody Love Orange Juice.
The Band, Obviously.
I Think Some Days I Wake Up To The Fat Bassline At The Start Of 'Rip It Up' Playing In My Head, And That Signifies That It'll Be A Good Day.
Some Days However Are Started Off With 'Never Had No One Ever' And Then I Shouldn't Leave My Room For At Least Four Hours.
The Last Few Days Have Been Really Bizarre.
I Haven't Gone Out, But I Haven't Felt Unfulfilled.
For Example, Today I Learnt To Read Palms.
I Can Now:
- Tattoo Myself
- Cut My Own Hair
- Put On Discreet Make-Up
- Read Palms.
I Am All Set For My Gypsy Future.
Apparently, Because My 'Love Line' Resembles A Chain, I Like To Be As Uninvolved As Possible With Love, And Go From Lady To Lady In The Time It Takes To Breathe In After A Kiss.
I Think The Woman Got Me All Wrong.
I Probably Just Landed On A Sharp Chain As A Child, Which Created Such A 'Love Line'.
Plus I Was Always Leaning On Gravel As A Kid.
'Gravel Leaning Ben' They'd Call Me As I Went From Town To Town...
This House Is Kind Of Becoming A Pensioner's House.
But With More Alcohol And Lewd Discussion.
Someone Insists On Keeping The Heat At Inner Body Temperature - Perhaps More, But It's A Terrifying Idea To Think That To Cool Down I'd Have To Jump Inside Myself.
I Wake Up With A Sore Throat Every Day, And The Place Is Really Humid As Well.
It's Like If Peter Stringfellow Suddenly Gave Up On Being A Womanizer And Acted His Age, But Built His Retirement Home In The Amazon.
Serious.
I Keep Glancing Up At Keira Knightley For Inspiration.
Her Face Is So, So, So Beautiful That Sometimes I Look At It And Don't Even See A Face, Almost Like It's Too Good For This World.
And If You're Wondering, Yes, I Have Watched 'American Beauty' Too Much.
We Watched It Last Night, And The Gurls Were Like 'Oh You See Her Tits!', To Which I Replied, 'Come On Guys, This Is A Beautiful, Philosophical Film, Don't Downgrade It To Tits....Plus She Has Weird Fucking Nipples.'
She Really Does!
They're The Same Colour As The Majority Of Her Tit, So They Just Look Like Little Warts.
Rank.
Although, In German, 'Brustwarten' Means 'Nipple', But Literally Translates As 'Breast Wart.'
So Maybe Her Boobs Are The Only Normal Boobs Ever.
Who Knows.
I'm Rambling.
Send Me Your Address And I'll Write To You, I Need To Buy Stamps Tomorrow, Remind Me Yeah?
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The Band, Obviously.
I Think Some Days I Wake Up To The Fat Bassline At The Start Of 'Rip It Up' Playing In My Head, And That Signifies That It'll Be A Good Day.
Some Days However Are Started Off With 'Never Had No One Ever' And Then I Shouldn't Leave My Room For At Least Four Hours.
The Last Few Days Have Been Really Bizarre.
I Haven't Gone Out, But I Haven't Felt Unfulfilled.
For Example, Today I Learnt To Read Palms.
I Can Now:
- Tattoo Myself
- Cut My Own Hair
- Put On Discreet Make-Up
- Read Palms.
I Am All Set For My Gypsy Future.
Apparently, Because My 'Love Line' Resembles A Chain, I Like To Be As Uninvolved As Possible With Love, And Go From Lady To Lady In The Time It Takes To Breathe In After A Kiss.
I Think The Woman Got Me All Wrong.
I Probably Just Landed On A Sharp Chain As A Child, Which Created Such A 'Love Line'.
Plus I Was Always Leaning On Gravel As A Kid.
'Gravel Leaning Ben' They'd Call Me As I Went From Town To Town...
This House Is Kind Of Becoming A Pensioner's House.
But With More Alcohol And Lewd Discussion.
Someone Insists On Keeping The Heat At Inner Body Temperature - Perhaps More, But It's A Terrifying Idea To Think That To Cool Down I'd Have To Jump Inside Myself.
I Wake Up With A Sore Throat Every Day, And The Place Is Really Humid As Well.
It's Like If Peter Stringfellow Suddenly Gave Up On Being A Womanizer And Acted His Age, But Built His Retirement Home In The Amazon.
Serious.
I Keep Glancing Up At Keira Knightley For Inspiration.
Her Face Is So, So, So Beautiful That Sometimes I Look At It And Don't Even See A Face, Almost Like It's Too Good For This World.
And If You're Wondering, Yes, I Have Watched 'American Beauty' Too Much.
We Watched It Last Night, And The Gurls Were Like 'Oh You See Her Tits!', To Which I Replied, 'Come On Guys, This Is A Beautiful, Philosophical Film, Don't Downgrade It To Tits....Plus She Has Weird Fucking Nipples.'
She Really Does!
They're The Same Colour As The Majority Of Her Tit, So They Just Look Like Little Warts.
Rank.
Although, In German, 'Brustwarten' Means 'Nipple', But Literally Translates As 'Breast Wart.'
So Maybe Her Boobs Are The Only Normal Boobs Ever.
Who Knows.
I'm Rambling.
Send Me Your Address And I'll Write To You, I Need To Buy Stamps Tomorrow, Remind Me Yeah?
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Thursday 2 October 2008
FALL FAST, FALL FREE, FALL FOR ME.
I've Fallen Back In Love With TV On The Radio.
Their New Album Is An Absolute Masterpiece, It Can Soundtrack Waking Up, Falling Asleep, Being Really Depressed And Ecstatically Happy.
I Want To Be Dave Sitek, He's The Most Exciting Character In Music At The Moment In My Eyes.
Bournemouth Is Crazy.
Right Now I'm Quite Fluey, Which My Dad Puts Down To 'Too Many Late Nights', And I Agree For The Most Part. My Room Is Now Definitely My Own. The Carpet Is Barely Visible, And The Stacks Of Books And DVDs Against Corners Compliment Such An Arrangement Perfectly.
The Walls Are Still Quite Bare.
The Guy I Live With Gaz Says I'm Gay Because I Have The Strokes' Cover Of 'Is This It' And Keira Knightley Looking Buff In A Chanel Advert On My Wall. In Fairness, His Room Is Far More Masculine. I Wouldn't Be Surprised To Discover His Ceiling Is Coated In Hardcore Pornography - Some Of The Walls Are.
The Weirdest Thing I've Experienced In Bournemouth Thus Far Is Going To Buy Lemsip.
I Never Thought I'd Buy Medicine, It Was Always Something I'd Take If It Was There.
Not In A 'I'm Bored, Let's Take Some Medicine' Way, Please Believe.
It's The One Adult Thing I'd Say I've Done Since I've Been Here.
'Adult' In Either Sense Of The Word.
Haha.
I've Been Reading 'Haunted' By Chuck Palahnuik This Week.
It's Insanely Good, With The Emphasis On 'Insane' Really.
There's A Story About This Guy Who Masturbates On The Bottom Of His Parents' Swimming Pool, So That His Arse Is Being Stimulated By The Pool Cleaner Vacuum Thing.
It Ends Badly, With The Guy Losing His Intestines In It, And Having To Bite Through It So That He Doesn't Die.
The Worst Thing Is, It's Based On A True Story.
Like, That Actually Happened To Someone.
Properly Rank.
And Food Falls Out Of Him Whole, Because He's Got Six Inches Of Stomach.
IT'S GOOD THOUGH!
Last Night I Got A Call At Three AM From A Gurl I Have No Recollection Of Meeting.
I Must Be Like, A Phone Number Whore - I Spoke To Her For About Fifteen Minutes Trying To Figure Out Where I Met Her. Haha.
And She Ended The Conversation With 'Well Text Me Later Yeah?'
How Would I Even Start Such A Text?
'Alright 'Rachel'? How's It Going? Was Nice To Meet You Whenever I Did, You Must've Been Attractive As You Now Have My Number.'
Terrible.
I Reckon She Nicked It.
She Sounded Like She Smoked 40 Cigarettes Infused With Helium A Day.
Which, Actually, Sounds More Attractive Than It Was.
I've Met Some Good People.
Everyone Seems Quite Sexual Though.
I Keep Having To Stop My Outbursts Of 'LOOK GUYS, SEX IS SHIT OKAY? YOU'RE ALL SLAVES TO NORMALITY, YOU'RE BASHING YOUR STUFF INTO SOMEONE ELSE'S STUFF, THINK ABOUT IT.'
I Know That It's Me In The Wrong Really, But I Believe You Shouldn't Force Your Agenda On Other People, Regardless Of How Standard An Agenda It May Be.
People Keep Using That 'You Just Haven't Met The Right Person Yet' Thing As A Chat Up Line - It's Funny To Think That If I Wanted Sex, I Could Have It Purely Because I Don't Want To.
People Also Keep Trying To Force Meat On Me, Which Is Kind Of Hilarious.
I Woke Up With Mustard All Over My Shoes One Morning, Apparently From A Hotdog Someone Had Tried To Force Feed Me.
Risky Business.
A Guy In One Of My Lectures Said You Get Less Homesick The Closer You Are To Home, Even If You Never Go And Visit.
It's Probably True, I Haven't Felt Homesick In Any Big Way Yet, But It's Probably Because The Last Few Weeks At Home Were Kind Of Shitty, All I Really Did Was Watch Films.
Here I Watch Films All The Time Too, But They're Normally Chick Flicks.
I'm Aching For A Chance To Show My Housemates 'Eraserhead.'
I Feel Like It Explains A Big Part Of Me, Hahaha.
I Half Watched 'Moulin Rouge' Last Night, It Was Proper Fucked Up, I Didn't Like It At All, It Just Ruined Songs Like 'Smells Like Teen Spirit' And ''Heroes''.
I Was Really Messy Due To A Mixture Of Lemsip And Vodka, And Was Just Like, 'Am I Hallucinating This? Or Are They Really Just Singing Every Word?'
Shit Film.
And I'd Talk About The Nights Out I've Had, But My Facebook Pictures Describe Them Well Enough I Feel.
Plus I Can Hardly Remember Any Of Them. Haha.
Err, Yeah, Speak Soon, Love You Guys, Send Me Your Addresses So I Can Write You All Letters, I Wrote One Today And It Felt Amazing.
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Their New Album Is An Absolute Masterpiece, It Can Soundtrack Waking Up, Falling Asleep, Being Really Depressed And Ecstatically Happy.
I Want To Be Dave Sitek, He's The Most Exciting Character In Music At The Moment In My Eyes.
Bournemouth Is Crazy.
Right Now I'm Quite Fluey, Which My Dad Puts Down To 'Too Many Late Nights', And I Agree For The Most Part. My Room Is Now Definitely My Own. The Carpet Is Barely Visible, And The Stacks Of Books And DVDs Against Corners Compliment Such An Arrangement Perfectly.
The Walls Are Still Quite Bare.
The Guy I Live With Gaz Says I'm Gay Because I Have The Strokes' Cover Of 'Is This It' And Keira Knightley Looking Buff In A Chanel Advert On My Wall. In Fairness, His Room Is Far More Masculine. I Wouldn't Be Surprised To Discover His Ceiling Is Coated In Hardcore Pornography - Some Of The Walls Are.
The Weirdest Thing I've Experienced In Bournemouth Thus Far Is Going To Buy Lemsip.
I Never Thought I'd Buy Medicine, It Was Always Something I'd Take If It Was There.
Not In A 'I'm Bored, Let's Take Some Medicine' Way, Please Believe.
It's The One Adult Thing I'd Say I've Done Since I've Been Here.
'Adult' In Either Sense Of The Word.
Haha.
I've Been Reading 'Haunted' By Chuck Palahnuik This Week.
It's Insanely Good, With The Emphasis On 'Insane' Really.
There's A Story About This Guy Who Masturbates On The Bottom Of His Parents' Swimming Pool, So That His Arse Is Being Stimulated By The Pool Cleaner Vacuum Thing.
It Ends Badly, With The Guy Losing His Intestines In It, And Having To Bite Through It So That He Doesn't Die.
The Worst Thing Is, It's Based On A True Story.
Like, That Actually Happened To Someone.
Properly Rank.
And Food Falls Out Of Him Whole, Because He's Got Six Inches Of Stomach.
IT'S GOOD THOUGH!
Last Night I Got A Call At Three AM From A Gurl I Have No Recollection Of Meeting.
I Must Be Like, A Phone Number Whore - I Spoke To Her For About Fifteen Minutes Trying To Figure Out Where I Met Her. Haha.
And She Ended The Conversation With 'Well Text Me Later Yeah?'
How Would I Even Start Such A Text?
'Alright 'Rachel'? How's It Going? Was Nice To Meet You Whenever I Did, You Must've Been Attractive As You Now Have My Number.'
Terrible.
I Reckon She Nicked It.
She Sounded Like She Smoked 40 Cigarettes Infused With Helium A Day.
Which, Actually, Sounds More Attractive Than It Was.
I've Met Some Good People.
Everyone Seems Quite Sexual Though.
I Keep Having To Stop My Outbursts Of 'LOOK GUYS, SEX IS SHIT OKAY? YOU'RE ALL SLAVES TO NORMALITY, YOU'RE BASHING YOUR STUFF INTO SOMEONE ELSE'S STUFF, THINK ABOUT IT.'
I Know That It's Me In The Wrong Really, But I Believe You Shouldn't Force Your Agenda On Other People, Regardless Of How Standard An Agenda It May Be.
People Keep Using That 'You Just Haven't Met The Right Person Yet' Thing As A Chat Up Line - It's Funny To Think That If I Wanted Sex, I Could Have It Purely Because I Don't Want To.
People Also Keep Trying To Force Meat On Me, Which Is Kind Of Hilarious.
I Woke Up With Mustard All Over My Shoes One Morning, Apparently From A Hotdog Someone Had Tried To Force Feed Me.
Risky Business.
A Guy In One Of My Lectures Said You Get Less Homesick The Closer You Are To Home, Even If You Never Go And Visit.
It's Probably True, I Haven't Felt Homesick In Any Big Way Yet, But It's Probably Because The Last Few Weeks At Home Were Kind Of Shitty, All I Really Did Was Watch Films.
Here I Watch Films All The Time Too, But They're Normally Chick Flicks.
I'm Aching For A Chance To Show My Housemates 'Eraserhead.'
I Feel Like It Explains A Big Part Of Me, Hahaha.
I Half Watched 'Moulin Rouge' Last Night, It Was Proper Fucked Up, I Didn't Like It At All, It Just Ruined Songs Like 'Smells Like Teen Spirit' And ''Heroes''.
I Was Really Messy Due To A Mixture Of Lemsip And Vodka, And Was Just Like, 'Am I Hallucinating This? Or Are They Really Just Singing Every Word?'
Shit Film.
And I'd Talk About The Nights Out I've Had, But My Facebook Pictures Describe Them Well Enough I Feel.
Plus I Can Hardly Remember Any Of Them. Haha.
Err, Yeah, Speak Soon, Love You Guys, Send Me Your Addresses So I Can Write You All Letters, I Wrote One Today And It Felt Amazing.
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