DNA...

I'm cursing my makeup a little, for instilling me with the tendency to peak and trough, when it comes to working. Still, Deez knows how to ease my self-brought suffering :D

I will make it my mission to, at some point, get a couple of people together and bloody well learn this dance. It's epically good :D

Bear...

Blechh. I'm having far to many "I Need To Shout At Everything And Mope" days at the moment. And apart from the overwhelming weight of not having worked in my first year, and my exams being done in about 7 weeks time, it's mostly just silly little things that are setting me off. Of course, I'm not actually shouting at anybody. No, I'm all happy and bouncy half the time anyways, and it's fairly easy to hide being royally fucked off, but every now and then I'll hear something or see something, and I'll want to pack everything in and just go away from everyone and everything I know for a bit. Just, it'd be so nice to go without a couple of faces being ANYWHERE for a while, including stupid little places like Facebook, or viewed through classroom windows. And I swear to god, if I see another pet name, I'll have to get a gun and start shooting things in the Punchbowl. :]

It's like, I can deal with everything, except with that THAT will always be a bit MORE than it should be, whether in terms of communication, or looks, or time... and I have a serious thing against pet names, I've realised. Effectively, I'm a rat, and one with a busy schedule. And how can a rat compete with a lion for a cat, when the lion is free to lounge? Well, I should say Bear, really.

Ah well. Some Jeeves & Wooster will help me lose my thoughts. Some Fry and some Laurie, getting up to shenanigans, with no worries like commitments or work or any of that rubbish, and just pottering along, bumping into things and grinning. Oh, and I'm not drinking a drop now til' after the exams. Two reasons - A: I WILL make it a serious habit if I don't impose some sort of strict boundary now-ishh, and B: I get bitter when I drink alone. I get that enough sober, ta. :]

And SORRY, to anybody who may read this. I know it's a damn annoying, whiney read, but every now and then a person needs to vent, y'know? Sides, one of the people in question doesn't even know of this pages existence, and frankly I don't care if it's seen anyways. The "I Don't Care" stage really is a lovely one. If I ever get to the stage of "Snapping," I'm sure I'll post something fairly interesting.

Oh, 2 things finally. First, the picture above is to illustrate my general tiredness of the really shite deals I'm to put up with at the moment, and secondly, to future me - Yes, you were a prat, weren't you? ;P

Parenthood...

LOOK AT HOW CUTE WE ARE. :O This was taken before we were together, officially... and even then, we were fairly sickening to look at. It was awesome. *nods*

Something very odd happened today. God knows how we got onto the subject, but my parents told me they think I'll make a really good dad one day. Now, as a guy, I think the standard response to this is to usually, from now on, to go about my life wearing a full body condom, or something else similar. Actually, I was really happy to hear it.

Now, even if I do decide to have kids at some point, it wont come around for a good while yet. Still, my mums logic was based around the fact that she thinks I get on well with kids. I don't know about that, but I enjoy spending time with kids. When we finished our first language GCSE's in year 9, we went and taught spanish to a bunch of the younger kids at a primary school nearby. I was teaching spanish with a couple of the people from my class. Now, as far as I know, I was the only one asked back to do work experience at the school... and I'm not saying this to boast, but I'm trying to figure out why. When I was in primary school myself, I was a bit of an outcast. As a result of this, I used to sit at the front of the schoolbus with a couple of kids from my village called Miles and Eliot. I think I got on a lot better with those two 6 year younger kids than I did with 95% of my year at primary school.

I like talking to kids like grown ups, y'know? I don't offer them drinks of whisky or anything, or swear with every other syllable, or even at all I don't think... but aside from that, and aside from being as supportive and helpful as I can be, they get treated the same as everybody else, and they seem to respond really well to it.

I dunno. Would I be a good parent? I like to think so... though there'd be some degree of brainwashing. No child of mine will have a grade 1 haircut. No, they'll be raised listening to Doolittle and Hendrix, and they'll go to solstices, and they'll wear interesting clothes, and if they smoke when they grow up (I would do my utmost to stop them, obviously, but), they'd better smoke through a carved pipe. They WILL experience festivals, and they WILL be hippie kids.

I'll love them regardless, but... yeah, I am NOT having "stands-on-the-corner-throwing-beer-cans-at-oldies" kids. :P

Bad day...

Well it hasn't been, but it IS the name of my new favourite song by Darwin Deez. Turns out the guy is even better than I first anticipated. Aaand, I've looked at some of the videos he's done for other peoples songs, and I have to say, Deez is a beastly dancer. It's like, the whitest dance you've ever seen in the world EVER, but he seems to be having such a skinny, great time that you can't help be love it a bit. :]

Been somewhat angsty today... eugh, I hate it when I type this shit online, but since it's a diary-ish blog, I guess it has to be done, and i have to say what's on my mind. Seriously, it turns out I'm a paranoid and jealous little boy really, when it comes right down to it. I mean, people link each other songs on Facebook all the time, right? So, I really have no excuse for being angry or upset when one person links a sweet song to another person, do I? No, Chris, you really don't. And everybody shares banter on Facebook, right? So, I really have no excuse for being jealous of the close banter between two people on Facebook, do I? No, Chris... and shut up, it's boring to hear this stuff.

You're right, me. I'll stop. Have a Darwin Deez video (and yes, before you point it out, it's all a little ironic, but mneh :P).

Art and such...

I'm turning into a bit of an art nut at the moment... it's a good thing, what with the foundation year looming, it's painty head all inviting but it's flank indication that my life will probably become an endless stretch of ink-pots and an empty wallet. Yep, the years gonna be something of a beautiful bitch.... I'm still craving it though. I found this video on the personal blog of one of my favourite artists, and it's easing the pangs slightly. I hate trying to replicate traditional art, and I hate studying the classics, BUT I do love a lot of the art itself. So, I have a bit of a soft spot for this video; good music, and brilliantly done real-life copies of everything from Van Gogh, to Munch. It's genius.

I've been watching a lot of Band of Brothers recently as well, and I've started cycling up to my favourite hill again - Gibbit Hill, situated directly on top (almost) of the new A3 tunnel. I think i now know what the two things have in common that I love. It's a sense of escape. Now, I'm not generally one for trying to be deep and meaningful and poignant on blogs anymore... in fact, I'm far more into trying to write like the wonderfully loquacious mr Brand when I can be bothered (it's not yet happened on this blog), but when I say "a sense of escape," I mean the freedom I experience on top of the hill, and the sense of it I get when watching a war movie. I hate violence, but a world torn apart is a world without rules or restraints... and whilst war would never appeal to me, the escape from the real world would, I think, give me a hell of a thrill. I get that on Gibbit Hill. Twisted, huh? Still, there's no point to this blog if I don't jot down with at least some degree of honesty my general ponderings. :]

Ukegasms...

Whilst Myspace is all but dead thanks to Facebook sucking the blood from it's once-bloated neck, myspace Select is still worth a look every once in a while. 16 year old Misty Miller is something of a ukulele prodigy, and her music is kinda beautiful :)