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 :)

Laughing with...

The man with Jesus round' his neck, I envy,

For a man with Jesus has hope,

Where nothings looking up, and fucked is the foreseeable

fate of my loves, I see bullets, not doves.

The girl who believes herself saved, I'm happy for,

For I'd barter and bid for belief,

Like I have in what I can hold in my hands,

To be sure there'll be reason to smile

In a while.

Regina Spektors "Laughing with" always puts me in a mood to write pretentiously. Honestly though, much as I believe religion to be suspect, and much as I claim to be agnostic, I'd do such things to be sure of the security, in love, health, and happiness of the people I love most. Fuck... relationships make me unbelievably mushy. Well done Soph. -.-

Folk stuff is brilliant for motivation...

Turns out I need help making little leaps towards getting my grades. Now, I'd not eschew Mumford & Sons from the "work" playlist for anything anyway, but they've just jumped right back up to the top, with a cover of Vampire Weekends "Cousins." It's fantastic. Fern Cotton was going on about hay bales and barn dances when I heard this on the radio down in art today, and whilst I'm never that interested in what a lot of radio presenters have to say, she was kinda spot on; Hay bales, barn dances, flagons and tabletop-jigs. It's great work music, and it got me through art AND a fair bit of photography today. It's been a productive day, in short, and it's all thanks to Marcus. He's a beaut'.

Tomorrow I've two lessons - art, and photography, in the afternoon, but I can't drive in because Mother dearest needs the car for work... which is annoying, but it's a little more justified than needing it for shenanigans. So, I'll be in from 10:30 to 2 before lessons even start, with only a 10 minute slot for PLD (personal learning and development... and no, it doesn't mean anything, and it isn't consequential). Mneh. Some field, some guitar, some snuggling, some milk, some tea and some mozart will be in order, for sure. :]

Mm'kay, so...

The last two or three months have been the hardest of my life, and I've no hesitation at all when thinking or saying that. No other problems have come close, ever. I've had more work than I've ever before had, and I've had trust squandered, and I've been missing more of my social life AND sleep almost than I can cope with.

However, I'm dealing with it. I got on the foundation course, so the work for art payed off. I'm on top of psychology, and in a week my photography teachers will love me, and the boots I flounce about in.

Socially, I'm making an effort... in easter, I'm planning an event or two, I stayed over at Hugo's on friday, and in the summer friends will come first. I've bounced back from an issue or two, and me and Soph are stronger than ever. I genuinely believe that we're a forever and ever couple now, and I'll not let anything but her own wishes get in the way of that.

Sleep is a problem, but I'm working on it... ;P

I still have a couple of months to match the last couple coming up, but I've struck a tenuous balance, and with a bit of thought and time on my part, by the summer, everything should be perfect again, or as close to perfect as possible.

Foundation, sorted. Me and Soph, perfect. Girls night in with emma, pub with sarah, organising a gig for Jacks band, going to see Wicked, driving lesson booked and spending time with a couple of people on weeknights. It's gonna be a good year, next year.

I'm the king of bottling, and I've a knighthood in bouncing back. I've a diploma in creating problems in every area of my life, and am due for a promotion in putting them right. The real world is fucked when I get there ;D