_< dec > 19 > 00:06 (sunday) this is fact not fiction for the first time in years
the fun just never stops
i've been looking to buy a notebook computer now for about four weeks or so. i seeked my brother's opinion. he told me to get it if i think i need it and not to worry about the time in which it will take the company to ship the laptop to my house (i could not find anything on shipping and delivery), so worried i was not. i just ordered the computer and after i paid for it the order said the computer should be delivered to my house eight days after i leave for england. <enter choice words here>
the stale taste of recycled air
well saying goodbye is not easy. infact its quite sad. maybe not sad enough to cry about but sad enough to make you feel like you've fallen through a manhole where there is no bottom.
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horse racing
today i found myself watching horse racing on the bbc. i came to realise that its not that bad. its certainly a lot more exciting than auto racing, i mean, in auto racing you have 400, 450 horse power, in horse racing you have one. now thats talent. plus i've seen countless jockeys fall of their horses when they jumped over those fences today.
its such a classic excuse it should be bronze by now
in september i came to london, three months later i was broke. last night we all went out in central london, drank at matt's mum's place, went to fabric, found the longest line in the history of man, went to a pub instead, got a drink, took the tube to picadilly, and found a club with a £10 cover. everybody went except for me. £10 was too much. i was willing to pay £6-8 which was pushing it but £10? no. £10 is a week of groceries for me. and with 6 pints already in me i was fine. so instead i went to waterloo and caught the train. in the process of doing so i went to burger king and splurged on a chicken sandwich. i stick by my decision to leave like i stick by my decision to buy a mechanical bull.
for cutie:
transatlanticism
2003
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m # f # (infinity)
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top five
science magazine just posted their top ten scientific discoveries for 2004 which triggered me to list my top five highlights of nov/dec 2004...
1. mclusky @ ulu
2. mundane continental, a revival of an old habit
3. indie music swap
4. modest mouse @ the astoria
5. the metro, indie night club
crooked rain, crooked rain
top five bands/artists i've listened to from july to dec 2004
1. death cab for cutie
2. decemberists
3. radiohead
4. mirah
5. dj shadow
how much futher can i fall?
don't expect any help from me (it may take a minute to load)
and i owe it all to jones
better links, better pages, a cleaner look. mundane continental.
today i wasn't a minority
today i went to harrods, covent garden, leicester square, covent garden, and then china town. dinner in chinatown confirmed that english chinese food isn't as good as american chinese food.
make a move and plead the fifth because you can't plead the first
appearently i had a go at this writing business on sunday at four in the morning. needless to say i was piss drunk and don't remember writing it. unfortunately/fortunately that adds to several things i don't remember that night. i should try to stop being such a ragin' ripping up the stage'n don't it sound amazin' piss artist.
i'll never get to know you now but i'm going to love you anyhow
i caught myself humming a song two days ago and couldn't figure out what it was. then i realised that it was an elliot smith song, a cd i had borrowed just two days earlier which makes me wonder just how did i know the song so well after having it for such a little amount of time.
i want to grow up to be a debaser
i can't stop listening to a three song loop on my (landlady's) computer, to hell with good intentions by mclusy, debaser by the pixies, and wonderful people by q & not u. i downloaded them from insound and due to memory capacity thats as many songs as i'm going to have on this comp. when i get back to the states i'm going undertake an extensive plan to dl and burn as much music as i can. i've been falling behind and have some catching up to do.
swapping cds
the exchage of music can be a wonderful thing. all this semester i've felt deprived of music. i've been limited to just 150 cds because thats all i brought over. needless to say i miss my entire cd catalog. you know how it is, sometimes your just in the mood to listen to certain songs from certain cds like oh yoko from john lennon's imagine or bled for days from static x's wisconsin death trip. and now that i don't have access to a guitar it has become even more important that i have music around. indie music. and bags of it. thanks to the national cd exchange program i can now recieve good indie music that i've always wanted to listen to but have never had a chance to previously. and for just £5 a week you can help a musically deprived student such as myself. you will recieve monthly reports of what i'm listening to and see how your money is being spent. don't let your pocket change go to waste...
jaws clenched tight we talked all night but what the hell did we say?
'pointy, puffy, or plain?', i said... 'i like pointy...' she said. pointy it is. i just needed some moral support for what i'm doing with my hair and if i didn't get it then i might still have done it anyway. last night was the 'end of the beginning of the end'. megan m's last night in london. it has begun. americans flee xmas in england faster that the french say 'we surrender'. the time draws nigh when there will be but a handful of americans left in this city and thankfully i won't be one of them. even though an ian hall christmas would have been nice the holiday season just reminds of family and friends... family first and then friends. this is one of the few times all my siblings come together and i feel i should be there. anyway, megan. megan. when i look at megan i see nothing but hope and innocense... fun, spontanious, and seemingly worry-free. it was a pretty good night for her i think even though i spent the majority of the night talking with hallie and ian. and what can i say about these two? i'd rather not go into it and over analyse anything. but i am glad that both of them were there. they both have a powerful presence and are both fun to be around. it was good, i had fun.
i was waiting for a train in the london underground when it struck me
friday night: lights, drink, music, friends... i went to the 'metro', which was pretty much a big room in the basement of some building near tottenham court tube stop. for the first time i heard all indie music played which was, as they say, cresentfresh. the down side was the £1.50 drinks that came in dixie size cups, it was smokey, and i dance like a wooden indian (its harder than anything else). then i ended up taking the night bus back from central london at 3:30 am. didn't get home until a quarter to five. to pretty much sum things up jeremy was hella drunk, pretha (as jeremy suspected) was hella jealous, and hallie kept making me think of the death cab for cutie song tomorrow... head is swirling with the scene, of you and him embraced in rapture, dirty trying to come clean, but all my thoughts i have's obscene. but as you know its an upbeat song, as i was upbeat that night. and me, i was a stranger just visiting.
lhr to ord to msp, msp to lgw, lhr to atl to las
been trying to sort out my flights in the next few months... due to an inability to change my flight i will be flying home on dec 21st. good for me, bad for work. i'll be returning on jan 6th. then i'll be going to vegas on feb 18th. i fly for the peanuts, peanuts are salty, salt sends me flying, its a vicious cycle.
identity theft
did you know that your stealing all my clothes?
if you want to be me than just say so
its been weeks and i feel less like myself
do you feel your becoming someone else?
the glove compartment isn't accurately named
it looks as though i might be interning for some public relations firm that specialises in travel next semester. public relations, hmmm. i'll keep you posted on that one.
