I'm gonna fight you, Steve

[lemonjelly_]

Listening to so much Iron and Wine puts me at risk of having my bones dissolve with Mellow.

I can't even remember what I came on here to say.

I don't think there was anything in particular to say.

Oh!

I bet you thought I had something to say then, didn't you?

Probably.

Jesus Christ! What is UP with Iron and Wine's intensive mellow-ness? They should

Comments

[hannah_dee]

You too! I can't listen to Iron and Wine anymore because a) It's JUST ONE PERSON. That upsets me - I don't know why. Probably because it appears to be an obnoxious means of making oneself seem more important than one is, by pluralising oneself and fooling people into thinking that you're a group when you aren't (the same applies to you FIVE FOR FIGHTING. You can take your flag to a pawn shop and shove it UP YOUR ARSE), and b) because, yes, they are (he is? It is? Brain pain. Owww) incredibly mellow. Whenever I listen to Cinder and Smoke I spend at least 5 minutes thinking about the potential poignancy of my suicide (heh. For some reason, at first I wrote "prenancy of my suicide". What does that even mean?) and whether anybody would care. Then I walk around the house singing "ay ay ayy ayy ayy ayyyy...ay ay ayy ayy ayyy ayyyyyyy" in a high-pitched voice for the rest of the day. Like a small mouse who wants to be Mexican, but just can't cut it.

The Iron and Wine dude does have a pretty cool Moses beard though

[lemonjelly_]

Oh, Iron and Wine(singular) are okay! I quite like the mellow - it doesn't make me think of suicide though. It makes me think of sleep. And possible melting. But in a NICE way.

Iron and Wine shouldn't produce this much fury in one person. I think you need to see a physician.

And Jack and I saw Little Miss Sunshine in the cinema and when we saw Hodges we were pretty much hyperventilating with excitement. "IT'S HODGES! OH WOW! HODGES!" and getting really happy when he did nice things, ("GOOD FOR YOU, HODGES! HOORAY FOR HODGES!")

Yeah, we're pretty much cool.

(I noticed Hodges first, for the record. I am The Noticer.)

[hannah_dee]

Don't you think that he looked a leeeeettle (and by that I mean, y'know, quite a lot) like Hitler with the mini-tache? No? Just me? He's no evil dictator though! Oh noes!

Iron and Wine aren't the true source of my rage. I blame Five For Fighting for that. I have their album and, seriously, since I found out it was just one annoying dude who sounds a bit like Huckleberry Hound, I haven't been able to listen to them.

[lynzzzzz]

Iron and Wine is just one person?!! That's wrong...

[tragic_dave]

i need to hear this metallic alcohol business.

i miss you lady, and alan! i'm getting a car and callng it Lady.

[lemonjelly_]

Should I start calling you Alan, then?

Iron and Wine! Well, I'll send it to you because I'm well not playing it while I'm driving or I actually will drive up into the skies. And since this is not physically possible, I mean that we will all be dying in a horrific car crash due to intensive mellowness.

Yo woman - my retakes end after next Thursday so after that we shall have many nice happy events of eventlyness. I may even drag you along to some form of dinner and drinking at Poppy's because it's really nice and you've never been...

[tragic_dave]

hey lady.

i don't think dying of mellowness would be too bad, infact, that's how i'd like to go.

anyhoo, we're gonna have to re-he-heally manarge our happy events of eventlyness times, as i am starting work soon (or hopefully). I have an interview at the orange store in newbury on friday (phone interview, I DON'T DO WELL ON THE PHONE) so we've figured that i'll work a few days at newbury, then spend weekends here to do music and jades. so days off = jadey time yeash.

and i'll be driving soon so i'll see you lots more, i can get to and from newbury easy-pips.

much love lady.

[lemonjelly_]

GOOD! YOU'D BETTER!

Because if you're in Newbury alllllll the time it would be the ultimate in lame. I mean, I know half the time when you're here we never get round to doing anything (which is stupid cos you're across the road so it really shouldn't be too much of a task) but still.

I hope you get the job, though, bum. You could get discounts on stuff and that would be none too shabby.

(I've been rejected from Manchester and Cambridge. It's kinda weird, but I'm hoping I get rejected from the other two now so I have a good excuse to take a gap year. I want to try this writing thing for real - I have more possible jobs lined up and I want to see where it goes.)

[waffus]

Jesus Christ! What is UP with Iron and Wine's intensive mellow-ness? They should pipe this stuff into war-torn countries and all the soldiers and generals and angry people would just stay in bed all day looking at arty photographs.

See, if you were in the Bush Administration, there would be no "War on Terror," because everyone in the government would be too busy blowing bubbles and gazing at clouds. Hell, if you were in the Middle East and starting piping this stuff, the civil war, along with all the political tension, would probably stop...for a little while, anyway. (Hey, the war's been happening for thousands of years; something tells me even the cool cucumber Sam Beam wouldn't be able to stop all of that mess, as amazingly mellow as the guy is.) But being optimistic, yeah, you do have a foolproof plan here, so yeah, you should get a Noble Peace Prize. It's as easy as that

[lemonjelly_]

Yes did you read that! I was so happy for her, it was really excellent.

And I promise you, the film is a really, really small thing. I doubt if you'll ever see it in your lifetime because from what I've read of it (which is all of it) it's pretty lame. But shhhh, cos apparently I signed a contract in which I promised to never say anything detrimental about it. It was kinda weird actually - my dad had to sign it as my 'agent' and I only told him about it the day before.

Why are you doing Les Mis? That's kinda cool though, isn't it? I have absolutely no idea what it's about though. I probably should've gone to see it - it being in the West End for so damn long that every bus that went past in London seemed to have a little advert for it pasted on the back. But nevermind. What's it like?

And no worries about the emails. I have exams on Thursday but after that I'll be relatively free for about a month and a half before I have to go back into manic-work mode. I know how it goes.