I wish that BANGARANG was a mood although that's not how I'm feeling at all right now.
I'm very unprepared for this exam tomorrow because my brain has clearly plotted a mutiny against me thus no revision...well a tiny bit but not enough for a degree worthy answer. Oh well...there's always Fiji.
Last night I chilled at the studio and generally made a nuisance of myself whilst being glared at by a 17 year old girl.
The night before I went to cleck, realised I'm ace at the drums on rock band. Got tipsy then Alia called shots...sambuca to be precise...that does hideous things to me. I could barely walk and I was very...swayey. Went back to Chris' with him Elliot, Alia and Callum. Left about 3.30 went to Elliot's minus Chris cos I was on the verge of punching him in the throat. Left Elliot's at 4.30. Couldn't be arsed with a taxi so I crashed at Callum's. The end.
Tomorrow I am missioning up to Newcastle on the train so that's an hour and a half's worth of crammage and then I have 2 hours before the exam so I'm peggin' it to the library for more knowledge.
Wish me luck?
xxx
you misunderstand! i had the album, but it is now lost. i would not willfully trash such lonesome great art.
sad: i had elliott smith's self titled album, but no more.
television - (marquee moon)
do not listen until you've gathered your friendlings in one social compound. ask everyone to be loud and merry. put the album on--the volume audible, but so as not to compete with the chatter. the first person to make mention of how brilliant it is deserves a big wet kiss such as your headline photograph. if you are the first person, kiss yourself hard.
be careful when you are woozy and about. strangers at dusk creep out.