Seriously. Today is a beautiful day. It hasn't been this awesome since some random time in February. Win. I'm stuck at home doing revision for my lovely exams which turn up next week. I haven't got much to update these days.
Movies? Ahhh...I JUST saw Harry Potter (6) last night. Fuck, I can't believe it's taken me this long to watch it. Amazing movie. Like Let The Right One In, it bastardizes the plot so the barebones remains, there is still terrible pacing issues, the most noticeable being actors rushing through dialogue and important plot devices being lost on the audience, but the three leads finally work amazingly well together, there is some emotionally impact, and it looks goddamn amazing. Here's hoping they'll slow the last one down, being two movies and all, I'm expecting AMAZING things out of it. Also saw this Perfume movie. Wow. Shit. It looks great, but it's just so...boring. And tedious. And awful acting.
Music:
August Burns Red. August Burns FUCKING Red. Also, Emarosa are amazing. First one is heavy stuff, but take a gander of Emarosa, they rock the chords like no other. Amazing singing.
Books: Seriously, uni books. Fuck em. Fuck this course. I'm slightly confident I'll pass em all, even though I failed all but one of my assignments, so whatever.
Now I'm off to find my Neverender DVD. Seriously, WHERE THE FUCK IS IT.
Monday, October 11, 2010
Wednesday, October 6, 2010
A Toast to the Future, kids.
So folks. I. Am. Fucked. Not in the good way (it's never the good way). And where the FUCK IS MY CAPO?!?!?!?!
Exams are coming up. I've lost all confidence of doing well. Of even passing. I hate this course. I truly, truly hate it. There is no way out, save for killing myself, but even I'm too cowardly to do that. And jeez, talk about taking the easy way out. As little as I think of myself, I reckon I'm better than that. I've made the same mistakes I did first time around. I never learned my lessons. And if I fail, well I would thoroughly deserve it. Why am I posting my shitty life on a blog? I dunno, because I feel like it?
That's the first of my problems. I recently discovered today that I am a failure in every aspect of life. Except for...guitar...maybe. I'm ok at that.
Well, that's it from me. Fuck life, fuck this uni, fuck those who give up on me. And...not in the good way. NEVER in the good way.
Exams are coming up. I've lost all confidence of doing well. Of even passing. I hate this course. I truly, truly hate it. There is no way out, save for killing myself, but even I'm too cowardly to do that. And jeez, talk about taking the easy way out. As little as I think of myself, I reckon I'm better than that. I've made the same mistakes I did first time around. I never learned my lessons. And if I fail, well I would thoroughly deserve it. Why am I posting my shitty life on a blog? I dunno, because I feel like it?
That's the first of my problems. I recently discovered today that I am a failure in every aspect of life. Except for...guitar...maybe. I'm ok at that.
Well, that's it from me. Fuck life, fuck this uni, fuck those who give up on me. And...not in the good way. NEVER in the good way.
Monday, October 4, 2010
The categories.
For my friends. We've all done it.
The best friends:
Hmm, pretty obvious who they are here. I lost a few over the summer period, but who gives a fark. They certainly don't.
The nice ones:
Again, they know exactly who they are. I can't expect to hold a mass convo sesh or a deep-hearted one with them, but advice, general friendliness and...well...being farking nice is what they do. And they're damn good at it.
The funny ones:
A lot of them. Sometimes overlaps with best. NEVER with nice. That shit does NOT exist.
The dickheads:
They always get the hottest chick. I'm polite to them, I make small talk, but I also avoid usually. With one dastardly magnificent example that overlaps with best friend. The bastard knows who he is :)
The ones you NEVER KNEW WERE GONNA BE YOUR FRIENDS:
Meet at a random party. A friend of a friend. Usually they're just casual friends. With me, a couple exceptions. Now I'm better friends with them then THE FRIENDS WHO INTRODUCED ME TO THEM! Again, they know who they are ;)
The music ones:
Guitar, drums, bass, singing. They are musically talented, and I only talk to them about music...most of the time. Music is definitely the main topic. No personal connections, but it's always fun to jam, or discuss some good bands.
Mass cas:
Forget it.
The hot ones:
They're pretty hot.
The REALLY hot ones:
Forget it.
The REALLY UGLY ONES:
Forget it.
The absolute douchebags:
Fuck me silly, what a bunch of shitheads. They don't know who they are, and frankly, I'll keep it to myself.
The pathetic:
No one. If I would class a friend as that, well they are not a friend. Some as the one above.
The personal ones:
The ones you can go to in need of a DNM. For me...no one. And I like to keep it that way.
The mass potential:
Nope.
The real ones.
Too soon to tell. Check again later.
The best friends:
Hmm, pretty obvious who they are here. I lost a few over the summer period, but who gives a fark. They certainly don't.
The nice ones:
Again, they know exactly who they are. I can't expect to hold a mass convo sesh or a deep-hearted one with them, but advice, general friendliness and...well...being farking nice is what they do. And they're damn good at it.
The funny ones:
A lot of them. Sometimes overlaps with best. NEVER with nice. That shit does NOT exist.
The dickheads:
They always get the hottest chick. I'm polite to them, I make small talk, but I also avoid usually. With one dastardly magnificent example that overlaps with best friend. The bastard knows who he is :)
The ones you NEVER KNEW WERE GONNA BE YOUR FRIENDS:
Meet at a random party. A friend of a friend. Usually they're just casual friends. With me, a couple exceptions. Now I'm better friends with them then THE FRIENDS WHO INTRODUCED ME TO THEM! Again, they know who they are ;)
The music ones:
Guitar, drums, bass, singing. They are musically talented, and I only talk to them about music...most of the time. Music is definitely the main topic. No personal connections, but it's always fun to jam, or discuss some good bands.
Mass cas:
Forget it.
The hot ones:
They're pretty hot.
The REALLY hot ones:
Forget it.
The REALLY UGLY ONES:
Forget it.
The absolute douchebags:
Fuck me silly, what a bunch of shitheads. They don't know who they are, and frankly, I'll keep it to myself.
The pathetic:
No one. If I would class a friend as that, well they are not a friend. Some as the one above.
The personal ones:
The ones you can go to in need of a DNM. For me...no one. And I like to keep it that way.
The mass potential:
Nope.
The real ones.
Too soon to tell. Check again later.
Friday, October 1, 2010
The shortest script you'll ever read
Me and him, sitting in a car.
He thinks I've gone too far.
H: What the FUCK were you thinking?
M: Why didn't YOU tell me what was happening?
H: Well, thanks to you, we now have a dead body residing in our trunk.
M: Well-
Wait, thanks to ME? Are you fucking joking? This is all because of you! You started it, and it grew into something more than what you can handle!
H: I am. Not. Cleaning this up. I am out of this.
M: You decide your level of involvement!
H: I have! And I want out!
M: You know there is no 'out'. You started this. You can't leave now.
H: I started this, and now, I'm stopping it. Goodbye.
M: Wait, what the fuck are you doing!
H: Look at you. You are fucking pathetic. Trying so desperately to cling onto life. Why? So you can go back and dispose of the body? Dig up a nice 6 foot deep grave? Hell, dig one for yourself. Just stop thinking. Just, let go.
I stare at Him. He was right. What little did I have to hold onto? Slowly, I let go of the wheel, and he guns the accelerator. We are doing 90 on the wrong side of the freeway. A crash is inevitable. 110. I'm starting to regret my rash actions. 120.
H: What is one thing you wish you did before you died?
M: What?
H: Tell me. Before this ride ends. What was one thing you wish you did before you died?
M: I don't know. I don't know.
H: Tell me! If you were to die, right now, at this very moment, how would you feel, about your life?
M: I wouldn't feel anything good about my life! Is that what you wanted to here?
H: That's...one thing! Just name one thing!
M: FINE! I'd wish I-
*If you watch Fight Club, you'd notice that several lines in this short story are influenced by the film. Ah hell, not influenced, I downright stole them. I feel bad. But I've used them in kindaaaa different context, and the whole thing is pretty much different. It's a similar setting and events, but I've just led them to somewhere different.*
He thinks I've gone too far.
H: What the FUCK were you thinking?
M: Why didn't YOU tell me what was happening?
H: Well, thanks to you, we now have a dead body residing in our trunk.
M: Well-
Wait, thanks to ME? Are you fucking joking? This is all because of you! You started it, and it grew into something more than what you can handle!
H: I am. Not. Cleaning this up. I am out of this.
M: You decide your level of involvement!
H: I have! And I want out!
M: You know there is no 'out'. You started this. You can't leave now.
H: I started this, and now, I'm stopping it. Goodbye.
M: Wait, what the fuck are you doing!
H: Look at you. You are fucking pathetic. Trying so desperately to cling onto life. Why? So you can go back and dispose of the body? Dig up a nice 6 foot deep grave? Hell, dig one for yourself. Just stop thinking. Just, let go.
I stare at Him. He was right. What little did I have to hold onto? Slowly, I let go of the wheel, and he guns the accelerator. We are doing 90 on the wrong side of the freeway. A crash is inevitable. 110. I'm starting to regret my rash actions. 120.
H: What is one thing you wish you did before you died?
M: What?
H: Tell me. Before this ride ends. What was one thing you wish you did before you died?
M: I don't know. I don't know.
H: Tell me! If you were to die, right now, at this very moment, how would you feel, about your life?
M: I wouldn't feel anything good about my life! Is that what you wanted to here?
H: That's...one thing! Just name one thing!
M: FINE! I'd wish I-
*If you watch Fight Club, you'd notice that several lines in this short story are influenced by the film. Ah hell, not influenced, I downright stole them. I feel bad. But I've used them in kindaaaa different context, and the whole thing is pretty much different. It's a similar setting and events, but I've just led them to somewhere different.*
Wednesday, September 29, 2010
A very short story.
It is currently 12:25AM, and I’m hiding under my bed.
12:26AM, and the knocking starts again. I can him hear him rapping against the windows. He will never get in here. He needs permission to enter here. I know how it goes.
The knocking has been starting and stopping for quite a while now. I cannot sleep. It has been days since I’ve rested my eyes for more than an hour. Why me? What is it that makes me so appealing? The fact that I live by myself, that I have little to no friends who would notice my untimely disappearance? He knows how to pick em.
It is 12:27, and I’ve given up. I whisper two words, and then I hear the rapping. Again. Against my bedroom door.
I close my eyes…finally.
*I was thinking about Let The Right One In, fantastic book btw, pick up a copy if you haven't already, it's absolutely brilliant. And there's this rule, that the only way a vampire is allowed into someone's house is if the person let's them in voluntarily, whether by physically opening an entrance, or just saying: come in. And I decided to write a very short story about it. It's very crap, and very short, and I couldn't be bothered extending it. Oh btw, he is only still knocking in the end to taunt me. So...just clarifying that.*
12:26AM, and the knocking starts again. I can him hear him rapping against the windows. He will never get in here. He needs permission to enter here. I know how it goes.
The knocking has been starting and stopping for quite a while now. I cannot sleep. It has been days since I’ve rested my eyes for more than an hour. Why me? What is it that makes me so appealing? The fact that I live by myself, that I have little to no friends who would notice my untimely disappearance? He knows how to pick em.
It is 12:27, and I’ve given up. I whisper two words, and then I hear the rapping. Again. Against my bedroom door.
I close my eyes…finally.
*I was thinking about Let The Right One In, fantastic book btw, pick up a copy if you haven't already, it's absolutely brilliant. And there's this rule, that the only way a vampire is allowed into someone's house is if the person let's them in voluntarily, whether by physically opening an entrance, or just saying: come in. And I decided to write a very short story about it. It's very crap, and very short, and I couldn't be bothered extending it. Oh btw, he is only still knocking in the end to taunt me. So...just clarifying that.*
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