The words contained in this here journal may not make much sense and they may not bear any relation to reality but one thing is for sure, they'll contain the word pasty.
Saturday, June 21, 2003
Well I’m back from Jono’s for the night, tomorrow I’ll be heading off back for another mini holiday mind you and of course for Capps’ birthday which occurs in approximately 50 minutes. For his birthday we’re off for a trip to the Catterick Caravan and Camping Store to stock up on stuff for our Scilly trip which I regard as something very special indeed so he’d best not complain or he’ll be getting a large tent peg up the nose.
We’ve done mostly slobbing around interspersed with some deep and meaningful conversations about life the universe and everything. We’ve had another visit from flirty and very excitable Rachel who spent the afternoon walking around in very “hot” hotpants much to the amusement of the men in the house except possibly me. I’m too busy trying to pluck up the courage to phone Wend though every time I manage it I think of an excuse like “I can’t phone from Jono’s house” or “she’s probably in the middle of the wedding ceremony” or something. I wish I wasn’t such a coward because I’d really like to say hi, maybe I’ll try tomorrow morning. But she’ll most likely still be sleeping of course, wouldn’t want to wake her up……
Thursday, June 19, 2003
Got this e-mail questionnaire from Beck and thought it’d be fun to complete it in my journal so here it is:
>> >HAVE YOU EVER------------------
>> >1) Been hurt emotionally: Silly question really, we all have at some point.
>> >2) Kept a secret from everyone: Heck yeah, I like knowing things other people don’t. Makes me feel like a spy :D
>> >3) Had an imaginary friend: Nope. I’ve had a few friends I wish were imaginary but that’s a story for a different time.
>> >4) Cried during a Movie: Came very close the first time I watched Forrest Gump but not quite.
>> >5) Had a crush on a teacher: Not really.
>> >6) Ever thought an animated character was hot: I don’t think so, I’m sure I have but I can’t think of one off hand.
>> >7) Had a New Kids on the Block tape: I had one of their songs on a Party Megamix tape, does that count?
>> >8) Been on stage: Just for the usual nativity plays and such. There’s nothing I hated doing more in the entire world.
>> >9) Cut your hair yourself: You think I trust myself with something sharp?!
>> >----------------Favorites----------------
>> >10) shampoo: Errrrr, the one in the nicest bottle. I just use whatever is at hand usually.
>> >11) colour: Harvey’s Bristol Cream bottle (lovely deep blue colour).
>> >12) Day/Night: Depends what I’m doing really.
>> >13) Season: Summer. Summer bring sun and Scilly. And a four month holday :D
>> >14) Fave cartoon Character: Easy, Homer Simpson is the greatest ever.
>> >15) Favorite Food: Fish and Chips/Pasty/Chicken Balti curry with coconut rice/Chocolate. I’m not prepared to commit to a choice.
>> >16) Fave movie: Monty Python’s Life of Brian. It’s perfection.
>> >17) fave Ice Cream: Coconut (as long as it’s served in a half coconut shell). Always makes me feel like I’m somewhere abroad.
>> >18) fave School Subject: Science by a mile, I’m fascinated by the world around me.
>> >19) Fave Drink: Pepsi Max. Without it I’d die of dehydration within days.
>> >20) Fave Persons to talk to: I love talking to people, one of my favourite activities. In no particular order Capps, Wend, Liam, Beck, Ryan, Scott, Julian, Gemma, Jono and just about anyone else you can think of. Oh and of course myself :D
>> >----------------RIGHT NOW------------------
>> >21) Wearing: Bright yellow Jordan F1 T-shirt, jeans, a pair of red boxers and a great big smile.
>> >22) Hair now: On my head where it always is. Beyond that I’m not really too fussed.
>> >23) drinking: Bit of saliva every once in a while.
>> >24) eating: Tunnocks Caramel Wafer. Mmmmmmmmmm.
>> >25) Thinking about: What people will make of my answers. Wend. Scilly. Not breaking my legs playing footy.
>> >26) listening to: Blur – Coffee and Tv
>> >27) Talking 2: Myself
>> >---------------IN THE LAST 24 HRS-----------------
>> >28) Cried: Not cried but I threw a major fit at my PC and screamed my head off.
>> >29) Met someone: No one new, or if I did then they didn’t make much of an impression.
>> >30) done laundry: AHAHAHAHAHAHA! *lives with parents*
>> >31) Drove a car: Nope.
>> >---------------DO YOU BELIEVE IN------------------
>> >32) Yourself: I believe in myself to have a decent life. Not much else.
>> >33) Your friends: Certainly, they’re what makes life worth living.
>> >34) Santa Claus: Nope, nor do I believe in Father Christmas.
>> >35) Tooth Fairy: Well there’s this person dressed all in white that pokes about in my mouth once every six months, I suppose he could be the tooth fairy.
>> >36) Destiny/Fate: I’d start going on about the laws of thermodynamics, entropy and the like, but I won’t
>> >37) Angels: I believe in the song, tis a good one.
>> >38) Ghosts: It’s a shame but no. The Ghostbusters don’t exist either.
>> >39) UFOs: Of course, people see them too often for them to not exist. They’ve got fook all to do with aliens though.
>> >40) God and that Jesus Christ is the Lord and Savior who came down to earth to die for our sins: No I don’t. I’m not sure how religious people take to having them put alongside Santa Claus and the Tooth Fairy, if I’m being diplomatic then it seems a little disrespectful to me.
>> >------------FRIENDS AND LIFE----------------
>> >41) Like anyone?: Hehehehe, of course I do. I like an lot of people an awful lot. Some of them especially awfully lots.
>> >42) Who's the loudest(in a fun sorta' way)?: Probably Mark
>> >43) Who's the weirdest: Julian. He eats ice cream with a fork and a spoon for fecks sake!
>> >44) Who do you go to for advice: Tough one. My parents, Capps. It depends on what I want advice with really, I certainly wouldn’t ask Capps about car maintainance or anything practical like that :D I don’t tend to ask for advice though really, I just figure things out for myself. I’m always open to different points of view though.
>> >45) Who do you cry to?: Myself, sometimes my mum. Don’t do it often.
>> >46) What's the best feeling in the world: Braking into the left handed hairpin, locked the back wheels momentarily, holding the kart in a prolonged slide. *daydreams* And being close to the ones you love :)
>> >47) What's the worst feeling in the world: Rejection
>> >48) Who will respond to this E-mail the fastest: If anybody does reply I’ll be impressed.
>> >49) Who sent this 2 you: Beck
>> >50) Do you want all your friends to do this and send it back to you: Only if they don’t min.
Wednesday, June 18, 2003
Well today has been a very productive day indeed. My successes began with me writing big list of bits for the new PC I've been yearning for recently, mainly because this one’s penchant for crashing just when I don’t need it to yesterday had me in such fits of stress you wouldn’t believe. Most people choose to try primal scream therapy by choice, with me it just exploded out along with a few blood vessels.
And so I wrote my list of new PC bits and got on with something I’ve been meaning to do for ages, ripping all my favourite tunes from CD onto MP3 format on the PC. For half an hour I raced through this task, all going rather nicely until boof… the PC crashed. So I restarted it and got back to ripping the songs. Five seconds and.. boof. Another restart… boof. By this point I just didn’t care anymore so I gently removed the screws on the case, slid off the side panels, and attacked the bastard thing with the vacuum cleaner! How the hell does the inside of PC get so dusty? It was lying a centimetre thick on the bottom like a light dusting of snow on a winter’s morning.
Since then I’ve left the side panels off and I haven’t had one crash yet. Great! Or not so. What’s the point in buying the new PC now when this one is working well? I’d feel guilty retiring the thing in the prime of it’s life, it’s not as though it’s below par performance wise. Then again I could have two PC’s networked up into a frenzy. Oh the idea’s….
So now I’ve got one fully functional PC, one super fully functional PC in the pipeline and one hell of a fantastic winamp playlist with just about every song I’ve ever loved there. 236 tracks of pure bliss.
Tuesday, June 17, 2003
I’ve been having fun on kazaa in the last 24 hours so I’ve got a bit of music review for you today.
Symposium – Smiling: Quite a mish mash of styles, as is usual for Symposium, and it took me a little while to digest but I think it’s great now. It has some extremely cheesy lyrics in it; “Look I’m smiling and you’re smiling back, only want to be with you. As always that is what I want, that is what I want.” It’s the song equivalent of a poorly made valentines card with a cheesy poem.
White Stripes – Seven Nation Army: Dum dum dum dum de dum dom. Heard it loads on car stereos, tis cool but weirdly wounds worse over a good sound system. And a note for the fool who gave it a stupid filename. It’s the song equivalent of Wez’s personality, quiet and relaxed until it needs to blow of some steam.
Evanescence – Wake Me Up Inside: Have I got a different version? The version that made me want to download it had a bloke shouting in an effort to do some backing vocals. It’s still fantastic though. It’s the song equivalent of a curry that’s too hot, too much chilli (noise) and not enough of that beautiful spice (voice).
REM – It’s The End Of The World As We Know It: This song always makes me think of staring out a train window. The verses whizz past at high speed like the trees and hedges a few metres from the train that block your view, then suddenly they get out of the way and you can see a beautiful green landscape beyond. Is he singing “I might have some time alone”? But it’s absolutely darned fantastic, it’s the song equivalent a train journey to something or someone you’re very excited about meeting.
Proclaimers – Letter From America: I’ve been a big fan of 500 Miles for some time and holds a special place my own little heart, but every time I listened to it someone would tell me that Letter From America is better. Well it’s not so poo to everyone who says it is. If 500 Miles is a Thomas’ cheese and onion pasty then Letter From America is the song equivalent of the pasty from Bakers Oven.
Yello – The Race: I don’t even think I like this song very much so I’m not entirely sure why I downloaded it. It’s the song equivalent of oval racing, it’s mostly boring as fook but it’s got whizzy engine noises so it’s better than nothing.
The Stranglers – Golden Brown: Now if that’s not a title to remind you of pasties I don’t know what is! As the man says “Never a frown with golden brown”. I love the sort of medieval harpsichord and plinky stuff in the background too. It’s the song equivalent of time travel to 12th century banquet with lots of minstrels (Both to eat and to play music).
The Cult – She Sells Sanctuary: Eeeek. I don’t even know when this song was made, I’m pretty sure it was only a few years ago, but it’s a damned good min-nineties trip for me. The singer sounds rather like Bono though I can’t hear for the life of me what he’s singing and I’ve become paranoid that he’s insulting me. Good song though. I’d say it’s the song equivalent of a summers day in 1995.
Symposium – Twist: :( Bit pants. But an old geezer with a fantastic moustache just walked past the window so I’ll let it off. Song equivalent of when your first bite of a pasty is met by filling absenteeism.
Family, family, family. I turned up back in the house yesterday to find a pair of my brother’s (Si’s) trainers sitting in the hallway which came as somewhat of a surprise. I didn’t think he was due to return for another week yet but he’s shown up out of the blue much the pleasure of my mum who, like all mums, misses him terribly when he’s off somewhere round the country. Then in order to fulfil the familiness of the day we all went round to old brother’s house and had tea with his family. I’m rather lucky in that my close family consists of seven people, all of who live in the same house or within a few hundred yards of me and I get on well with them all.
I’ve invited Si to come along to our weekly curry and he’s bring his best friend (and the two Jonathan’s workmate) Jason along. What’s even better than that is that Ryan is going to be coming too though I may actually have to phone him about it, not something I enjoy doing terribly. Well that’s not true I love talking to people on the phone I’m just terrified of it. As I noted I spent well over an hour talking to Ryan the other day and I loved catching up. It’s more the phoning people that really bugs me, I half expect to get some weirdo answer and tell me they’re about to murder me in some horrible nasty way. On a more realistic level I think my biggest problem with phoning people is it puts you in the position of being in charge of leading the conversation. It’s not something I’m terribly good at nor something I enjoy doing much.
