I saw DJ Shadow last night, for the second time this year. His routine hadn't changed much, and he had the same guests, Chris James and Lateef the Truth Speaker (James' band Stateless, who are amazing, supported). It was brilliant stuff, I must say ( Read more... )

"Any of you fucking pricks move, and I'll execute every motherfucking last one of ya ( Read more... )

I have two weeks left of this semester before I go home for Christmas. I have never missed home since I got here mid-September, but I cannot wait now to go back ( Read more... )

Today I got my first two written assignments back for university. My degree is in English and Film Studies. One essay was on John Donne and the Renaissance, the other was a sequence analysis of Blue Velvet. I got a first in both. I'm pretty fucking pleased, I must say. The specific feedback is too fussy, too pedantic, to do cartwheels, but since ( Read more... )

I need to talk. I've been getting intimate with a girl. Last night we were going to have sex for the first time.

But my penis is too big. I'm not kidding. Knocking on doors is a bloody business.

I'm cleaning the sheets today in between seminars...

Forgive my vulgarity.

This is disgusting. I'm very tired. I need to sleep. But I can't. Because its 1736, and I can't sleep at 1736, and because I have work tonight. How futile everything seems. I was reading over my last few entries before I went AWOL again; nothing ever changes in my life.

The other week I had a bit of trouble. Nothing I can't handle. At school. We were playign five-aside, one of my year goes in hard on a young'n from two years below, from compulsory education. I'll cut it short: things were said after the game, and the young'ns are chavas, ruffians, wankers, however you want to term them. They start thinking there's ( Read more... )

I am dead. Or am I dying. I've wrote a novel in less than four days. It took me three to type up. So, a week to complete it. And now it is done. I'm giving it to three people to read. And I need to get it published. If I fail in this attempt, not only have I wasted my last week, but I will have wasted my last year and a bit. My life, perhaps. ( Read more... )

I don't know whether I find it funny or worrying that I momentarily prove positive for all points on this list ( Read more... )

A list of random thoughts that I wrote down earlier. Things I love, hate, things that come into my mind, things I can't get off my mind. So this introduction doesn't become a list in itself, here goes.

I love Nicholas Urfe's flaws.
The Magus' depiction of desire and loss ( Read more... )