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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3 comments:

Sheena.... said...

oh my gosh, im let down....

Anonymous said...

well i read it. i just had to :)
its actually really good and im glad i found another Palahnuik fan though i havent read his stuff in aaages. xxxxx

Anonymous said...

eraserhead....sick film...although slightly worrying that it explains a big part of you haha