| I Am Neil Young's 1990's 'Return To Form' That We All Knew He Had In Him |
[01 Dec 2006|12:15am] |
Oh yes.
Been loving 60's stuff recently - mainly the music, but films and book during that era are good to see. Hendrix, Stones, Neil Young and Dylan are obvious ones, but I've been listening to The Yardbirds, The Kinks, The Velvet Underground and The Doors - and enjoying them~! Hippy shit, yo. Also finally read / watched 'Fear & Loathing in Las Vegas'. What a fine piece of literature (and an awesome movie to boot.)
Don't really know why I'm getting obsessed over this era. Everything seems so optimistic, and that's something missing from today's society and media. The birth of the hippy, Vietnam, LSD, Tim Leary... all so interesting to hear about. I don't know if I'd belong in a time like that, 'coz I'm a pretty highly strung guy, but damn it did seem like fun.
Anyway, I've found a way out.
I'm counting down the days until I quit my job and begin my much celebrated 2nd Semester in Uni. The realization dawned on me last week in work, that I don't HAVE to work in the call centre, spewing all my cash into bills with nothing to show for it! I can go to Uni, get my loan, work part time and feel like I'm achieving something - a factor which has been sorely missing from my life, and one which has had a huge negative influence I reckon...
So I've got my arson gear and contacted my year tutor, and I'm hopefully gonna get a meeting with her to get a letter to confirm that I was unfit to continue last year (basically just need her to agree with my Doctor's letter, which she should.) Then, after Christmas, I can do less hours at work (much less!) and dedicate myself to uni. When I was there previous, working through my 2nd semester (until my operation) the course seemed very managable, and damn interesting. Now I'm chomping at the bit to get back.
Forgive this stream of consciousness. Its been a while since I've written anything other than moaning about my life.
It has been a bad period for the last few months, but I can see an end to it, and that's what's important.
Life in the flat is weird. Bills and flatmates... eh, not so good. I'm doing alright but things could do with a change, and that's all I'll say about that.
18 more shifts at work 'till I fuck off~!
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[29 Nov 2006|03:02am] |
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there must... be... some kind of way out here?
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[05 Nov 2006|01:38pm] |
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...Still, there's always the Rolling Stones.
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[05 Nov 2006|02:52am] |
I...
I shouldn't be surprised.
Today I found out, tonight, rather, tonight, minutes before I'd planned on spending cash on frivilous booze etc. I'm over my over-draft limit.
I had just said to my mother on Friday "I'm on the up, but I'll be buried by dawn." And I am. I am fucking fucked.
I hate this life. I hate the fact that I've chosen it. I'm stuck in a hole which I've dug, and I'm CONSTANTLY trying to keep my head above sea level.
I could've had a car. I could've HAD a car.
Jesus. Why the fuck?
Ok. here's how the planned update goes --
Tonight, I was sitting opposite a drunk girl and her boy. She couldnt do much, except be drunk and fall about, and he could only hold her. Nothing he does will be remembered, or matter. She'll wake up annoyed and be annoyed at him. So why bother? Throw her in front of a train, my original thought's been mauled. Fuck off fuck off fuck off.
Fuck off.
ahaha. im singing this borrowed tune... rolli
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[03 Nov 2006|11:09pm] |
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Hole In The Earth! I'm out
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[25 Oct 2006|01:32pm] |
October will be forever known as the shittiest month in the year. Hell, its a candidate for shittiest month in the life & times of Capt. Hugo McTaggarto (me.)
Today, I was awoken at 8am by a phone call from my brother. I normally wouldn't have answered the phone at 8am on my day off, but I did this morning. He told me that my gran, who'd been in hospital in for a few months - with cancer, I think, but everyone's afraid to say to me - had taken a turn for the worse. He said my mother told him to phone me and keep me updated, and that she'd gone to the hospital pressumably with the rest of the family.
She called me at 1pm to tell me my gran had gone.
She sounded a little upset, understandably, but seemed more 'together' than I'd have thought she'd be. Certainly more than I'd be if it were me. simply can't proccess the thought of losing my mother. Anyway, the family is keeping busy, planning the funeral, and hopefully everyone's ok. She said that my gran passed peacefully with my granda beside her, which is all you can ask for really.
I'm coping ok with it. It's been coming for a while, and after Brian's phone call, I figured she didn't have long. The funeral's early next week, it'll be my first. Aside from my other grandfather (who died when I was a kid) this is the first death in the family for me. At 22, I feel very fortunate for that. My other problems pale in comparisson...
I am without a PC for the time being. This is due to drunken stupidity on my own part. Its getting repaired, well, its having the hard drive replaced, which means I've lost about 60-70% of my music (I have 18 gig on my iPod.) Oh well. This month has been so hellish that bad news like this means nothing now, water off a duck's ballsack. Its gonna cost £100. £100 I cant afford. Ce la vie.
Last wednesday I was bumped with a £101 bill for 'unpaid' council tax. Hilarious as I'd paid it heavy style last month. I also recieved a student loans 'final reminder' for cash I owe them (I'm going back to UNI in Jan, will I still need to pay this back while I'm in uni?) So thats another 20quid a month I'm out. I've also not had a day off since last Wednesday which makes it 2 days off in 2 weeks. Necessary evil though, and the work aint hard.
After a frustrating and nerve jangling week, I managed to get a copy of a recipt for council tax payment. I'm posting it off today, so hopefully that nightmare's over.
I really wish this hadn't been so horrible to read, but trust me, its been worse to type and almost unbearable to live though.
MELODRAMA~!
Should get my PC back before the end of the week. I'm top of the league in ProEvo3 and I'm going to enjoy a nice Subway & mixture. It all balances out nicely.
P.S. Dyno's livejournal is unworksafe~! Can't read the story in the library. Ah well, prob one to avoid anyway.
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[14 Oct 2006|04:15am] |
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[14 Sep 2006|08:09pm] |
These Kronenbourgs are dedicated to the world's realest, deadest nigga.
Picture me rollin'!
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| Life of Agony |
[06 Sep 2006|11:31pm] |
Livin' On My Own is Deed Already.mp3 (nearly)
Before that though, I'm 22. Fuck. Lost at 22 here, as the song goes. Today was my birthday, and it was an alright one. Gary Thermo bought me an awesome keg (which Dyno and I tanned last night) Rory gave me a Jack Daniels hip flask thing, and Lev bought me a doll of my favourite ECW Extremist - JBL~! Cheers all round for them, and for the card! A bunch of us went bowling on Saturday night for the birthday (as I figured more people would be up for doing something on a Saturday night rather than a Tuesday night.) I sucked at it, but as is always the case when THE GANG is together, it was a hilarious night. Robbiewilliams was there, I hear. Came back to the flat afterwards where a WHOLE BUNCH~! of people appeared, including America's own Tony, and Brazil's own G The Director. Good banter all round, and once again Gary abused my razor! Funny stuff.
The novelty of living on my own has worn off. Going to the shops, washing and cooking are old hat and I don't look forward to doing them. I guess that's natural. I was thinking I'd have to move back in with the mother or father due to the freaking council tax. Legally there's two people living here, as it'd cost much more as we'd have to pay multiple occupancy fees or someshit, so only Rachel & I are on the lease. The council tax, for our flat, for two people is £230 a month. Laugh? I nearly died. Even with three of us paying, that's a tidy £80 I can't afford. I can barely scrape by, I think. We've applied for a rebate, but the council haven't yet sent us an application form. Fucking cunts, the bill's due for 18th Sept. Odds us replying to us before then?
In other news, Steve Irwin is dead. Didn't even know he was ill.
Kurt Angle's been fired. Tragedy.
GTF out.
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[29 Aug 2006|08:48pm] |
Right, so, this it's my 22nd birthday a week tomorrow (6th Sept.) so I'd quite like to get a bit of extreme bowling in this weekend. AMF, probably Saturday/Friday, whichever night is better for people, then a bit of a mini-party back at the flat.
Do the damn thing, people.
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[13 Aug 2006|04:11am] |
IM BACK! And badder than ever!
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[01 Aug 2006|01:23am] |
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Yah.
So tomorrow I'm out of here. Kinda sad tonight. I found a bunch of old sentimental stuff I'd hidden away. Who knew soap would mean so much? Can't wait to get out of here and get settled in. It's gonna be fantastic.
I'll not be online for a while probably, so contact me through other means (telepathy, phone, midnight visits.)
Later.
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[30 Jul 2006|04:23am] |
But if we start dreaming now,
Lord knows we'll never leave the clouds.
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[25 Jul 2006|11:05pm] |
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Woofty.
Just read in the NME this week that Cerys Mathews is playing a gig in September. Oran Mor. Fucking boss! Tonight I've mostly been listening to Neil Young, The Beatles & Pink Floyd, while watching Quantum Leap. Wouldn't change it for the world.
This time next week I'll be in my new place. Hopefully, if I get my shit moved in one day. Should do. Cannot fucking wait.
I'll go pack, actually.
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[22 Jul 2006|02:02pm] |
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Just over a week 'till I get the hell out of this wasteland!
Not really been up to much recently, more of the same. I'm in a holding pattern. Went to town with the lads after work yesterday, then shot some pool in the QM before coming home for a QNI. Tonight I'm going to The Cathouse as it's the Old Man's (Paul, not my dad) birthday! I have a feeling shots will be done aplenty. I'm gonna have to go to the iPod shop in the West End on Sunday. I tried to replace the battery of my iRiver, and subsequently buggered it. So now I'm trying to fix my brother's old iPod. Cant afford a new one really, but it's a necessity innit?
I've been reading Neil Young's biography 'Shakey' (thanks to Pam) in work recently. Damn fine book. Made me re-appreciate Young's work. Currently loving this album-
I'm over, and I'm out.
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[13 Jul 2006|11:46pm] |
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August 1st, August 1st, August 1st!
Mind's been filled with thoughts of moving and little else. August 1st can't come soon enough. The first hurdle was passed yesterday, when I met the landlady and paid my deposit (£230, ouch!) Also found out that the place is infact furnished, so I wont have to lumber my bed / cupboards etc up! I think I'm exempt from Council Tax too, which is grand. Word is that there'll be a flatwarming. I'm not too keen on the idea but we'll see.
I watched Kill Bill I last night and realized why I was so obsessed with it in the first place. Awesome stuff.
Out.
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[06 Jul 2006|11:21pm] |
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"You were such in a rush to reach the other side..."
Man, dude, it's been a while, man.
So I've been working, and doing very little else. I feel like 80% of my time is spent working. It's not really bad to be honest. Other than the grind, I've been out a couple of times. Marj had a party last week which was cool, the follow day I was at the pub for Cait's leavin' night thing, and had to endure a fucking never ending open mic night. Last night I was at Hampsons. I think covers about all of last week's social outings, depressingly.
Been looking for a flat, and I think I've found one. Well, I'm 99% certain I'm gonna be living in the West End this time next month. 1000 Argyle street to be exact, with Rachel & Nicole. Can't wait, legit. I'll have to keep on with the mountainous work-load this month to afford the deposit & pay debts, but after that, I should be laughing.
Ach, that's about it.
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[24 Jun 2006|05:20am] |
Push it (away)
Saw the gap again today
While you were beggin' me to stay
Take enought to make me enter
If I do we both may disappear
If I do we both mayappear
I saw the gap again today
while you were beggin me to stay
managed to push myself away
and you as well my dear
and you as well
push you away my dear
pushed you away
pushed you away
pushed you away my dear
I will choke until I swallow
Choke this infant here before me
What are you but my reflection
"Who am I to judge or strike you down?"
"Who am I to judge or strike you down?"
Pushin'
Shovin'
Rest your trigger on my figger
Bang my head upon the fault lines
Yyou better take enough
If I do we both may disappear
If I do we both may disappear
Pushin'
Shovin'
Pushin'
Shovin you
Still on me...
Pushin' me...
Slippin back into the gap again
I feel alive when you touch me
I feel alive when you hold me down
Slippin' into you
somewhere I don't wanna be
Come on.
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