yes, I am adding to the surplus of Born This Way quotes that have been all over the universe for the past 48 hours. I listened to Born This Way for the 1st time last night, and I was instantly blown away. I like Lady Gaga but usually it takes me a while to really start enjoying her songs, but....WOW this was something else. It came out Friday and it sort of already feels like a classic, y'know? that's astonishing.
this song and my getting lost on Simon Neil's tumblr are probably why I've done no homework and tomorrow will be hell. Biffy clyro are playing to a bunch of fans in Boston tomorrow, only I am too young to be one of them. it's so not fair. luckily, Tim Minchin in less than four months! and, V lineup announced in sixteen days! and stuff like that!
I loooooove Bify Clyro, I just remembered. well I never really forgot but you know I've been listening to too much La Roux and LCD Soundsystem lately too notice. Those two groups do lovely stuff, believe it or not. I can't stop listening to Drunk Girls by LCD Soundsystem. I've known and liked the song since it came out(April) so why I've decided to become particularly attached to it now, I'm not quite sure. My album birthday list is growing fast...and I still haven't listened to all my Christmas stuff yet. I'm bad. I cannot stop listening to Klaxons too--Echoes is quite good. It puts what little I know of Myths of The Near Future to shame. plus, Elbow just released a song a week ago. and, it's taking me way longer to get into it than their for other stuff, but Elbow have been around for almost 15 years and I like every single one of their songs, so I think it's unlikely they'll fail me now. argh, not long until the new album out. everything Guy Garvey does is to die for.
yeah, I didn't mean to start rambling about music tonight.
I'm doing a World Civ project where we have to compare a European renaissance man and an Islanic Empire renaissance man and I actually love it. I have a habit of falling for subjects of projects. I'm comparing Abu Nadr al-Farabi and Nicholas of Cusa. I felt like looking for philosophers that day, I don't really know why. I guess a lot of people were after artists and I wouldn't to do something a little bit different. al-Farabi was pretty awesome, he did more or less everything, wrote hundreds of books, and spoke loads of languages. he was a genius. Nicholas of Cusa was too--he wrote a book called De Docta Ignorantia('Of Learned Ignorance') where he's talking about how knowledge is good but we're all inherently ignorant and the human mind can never fully comprehend the universe and nothing can be totally proven and everything we learn is relative to the simplistic things we already know. He was a Cardinal. He was, by today's standards, an agnostic theist. Also, he had some pantheistic views and his idea of heaven was one of a unison of all good people of all religions. All of this was kind of extraordinary for his time. I really want to buy Of Learned Ignorance now but it's more than likely I won't understand half of what's being said. Hell, some online summaries are even a bit of a stretch for my feeble literary comprehension. Also I want to get into Plato, because both of my renaissance men(and also everyone I came across in research) were kinda obsessed with him, but the same issue of comprehension presents itself. anyway, for all I love this stuff(and really, I do adore it all) it loses its appeal a bit late at night, like tonight, when I still need to research. and I need to type everything up by Monday, ugh, hell.
and an English essay! We have to do some awful essay about comparing heroes in stories we've read. I did my planning really late Thursday so everything I'm gonna write will be even more terrible than usual. on friday the teacher made us write our theses anonymously on the board then she went round and everyone critiqued them. this is something I've seen done before in this school system, and I don't really understand. there's this idea that the moment a name disappears from some work, the writer behind it disappears. in other words, the critics can be complete assholes about whatever's written(teacher included!). For a few theses, some people's reaction was to openly laugh at them. What?! How is that okay?! There's someone in the room who's most likely feeling awful about their writing now, and just because you don't know who that is, does not make them feel any better. I find it quite disgusting, actually. Luckily mine didn't cause laughter, but it was far from good, too. I think the teacher grimaced? Hmm. And I know some of the kids who were being the most cruel about this; they're hardly T S Eliot. this whole experience has put me off this class and this essay, of which I have a first draft due Monday. it's horrible.
and I have to start a health project soon...well, two. 1st one's a time capsule, that's easy and interesting for someone who seems absolutely obsessed with themself, and is. finding a hero in health is more problematic, simply because I don't have any. at least, none that I think would be appropriate for this project. sigh again.
Even though tomorrow's gonna be Homework Hell, I'm gonna see True Grit and I'm so excited.
I've only got one week until February vacation, which will contain the bulk of my celebration of Peter Doherty Appreciation Month(yeah, this is still happening), mainly by watching the Peter Doherty Arena documentary, the music video to Fuck Forever, and that really weird video on YouTube where he's with Amy Winehouse and some day-old baby mice.(the last one's really worth a watch, actually). oh yeah, February is also a bit Radiohead-ish for me, more pop-y and electronic Radiohead though, and I need to get into Kid A nowish.
also, Tokion had better release a new issue now or I am not going to be happy.
anyway, that's about all that's going on for me right, just thought I should write it here...
night
Saturday, February 12, 2011
Wednesday, February 9, 2011
I have the greatest news ever. and then I complain.
Today, I came home from school, a pathetic and wonderful 45 minutes of homework and a piano lesson, and of course, first thing I did was check Facebook.
What do you know, a Tim Minchin Fanpage update? Hmmm, always nice, I'm thinking, but lately they're always concert dates that are far out of my reach. I mentally sigh. Where to this time, Tim?
The link is to his blog, titled
wait for it
"Fancy that! A Boston Tim party In June"
dfgjhslkdjfhglskdhglsdfrjhgl WHAT?!
excuse the general idiocy of this, but OH. MY. FUCKING. GOD. Tim Minchin? Here? June 4th? Playing? here? Tim Minchin? Here? Here?
and best of all, NO AGE RESTRICTIONS.
guys, this is phenomenal. I never thought this could ever happen, ever. Ever. Oh my God, this is amazing. amazing. I loooooove Tim Minchin, I think he's simply amazing, as anyone who reads my blog should know. I hope you think this too, or at least know of Tim. I basically love him as much as is possible. Being word-perfect on Storm shows dedication. seeing him would be heavenly.
my dad's into Tim Minchin now, haha. He basically takes whatever songs are on iTunes for his iPod, including my 15 Tim Minchin things. He walks in today after work and he says "Naomi, your man Tim Minchin...is kind of a genius". HA. told you all he's amazing. and trust me, my dad's a pretty tough customer when it comes to musicals and musical comedy and basically anything that isn't The Cure or Siouxsie and the Banshees.
I know it's be weird, seeing him with my parents. and people will think I'm weird. and chances of there being anyone there my age are virtually nonexistent. still, this is an amazing chance right here and I don't care what people think. anything for Tim.
and oh, what will he play? I'm so excited for new songs! He just keeps getting better and better, really. Obviously there's be Prejudice, Inflatable You, If I Didn't Have You. I'm REALLY hoping Storm has a chance, also Rock n Roll Nerd and The Good Book. the last one is unlikely, but it's one of my favorite Tim Minchin songs of all time so it would be sooo amaaazzzing.
this so totally broke the Endless Cycle Of Misanthropy that has been this week so far. and yeah you're getting a waterdown version of it. hold on tight, everyone.
In Art, all we're doing is perspective except I do everything wrong and the teacher neer explains anything. good thing I missed some of today's lesson. guidance counselor appintment. ugh. It's not like we talked about anything except he kept forcing me to get into some after school club. for...dun dun dun college. ugh, it's a nightmare. it makes me skin crawl. at least half my living family went to Cambridge. Every family gathering is shrouded by percentiles and A-levels and GCSE results and schools and majoring and minoring and 'well, you're gonna do a science, right?'. This has been happening my entire life and honestly the pressure is unbearable. I get away from that every once in a while, and then in school, college is the topic. so, so often. For one thing, I'm not going to get into Cambridge. I'm going to be one of the few in my family for whom this is not going to be a viable option. It's gorgeous and amazing and I love it, but I'm not getting in. I've spent about five years getting used to that crushing fact. for another, I hate this whole 'you've got to be WELL ROUNDED' bullshit. Honestly, I do not understand this. At all. I'm pretty sure if I had one serious amount to contribute to one area(I do not, but bear with me), I wouldn't be terribly concered with, say, the school newspaper or joining a sport just to look good. and I mean Jesus Christ, people here are insane, looking good requires half your life time! and then there's grades! There's a misconception every minute of every day has to be spent doing something productive or else you're stupid and you will got no where in life. Such crap. Plus there's an idea that you should know what you want to do, because that's definitely a good idea at age 14. they're obsessed with college when I just want to never hear about it. Sometimes I hate the school system here. thanks, guidance counselors.
In Enironmental Science I got stuck up front and center, which makes me panic a lot. plus, I sit next to a girl I hate who, whilst being incredibly witty, could not be more disrespectful or annoying. I made an idiot of myself with moon phases--homework took six hours before, like I had time to concentrate on all that. the girls behind me are know-it-alls, not that they're especially smart in the long run. class ends early a lot, and this girl behind me NEVER SHUTS UP. it was her birthday a few days ago and she kept talking about the (Americanized) ITALIAN food her ITALIAN mother was making for her and blah blah blah something about a type of pasta that doesn't even sound real. she thinks she's so fucking cultured it makes me sick.
world civ the teacher hates me, like all teachers do eventually(I whine so much and am pretentious as hell). We're doing proejcts comparing renaissance people and people from the Islamic Empire though and it's so amaazing. today we were watching a video about Islam that's actually really interesting, but I could not keep my eyes open. I might have actually fallen asleep at one point. at least, I didn't seem to be quite in touch with reality. I'd say I kept drifting in and out of hallucinations, too, but one can't really know that for sure obviously. Plus, hallucinations at twelve oclock wouldn't make an awful lot of sense. and everyone in my class acts moronic, to be perfectly honest, and our teacher hates us so much.
English is hell. I got a 75% on my awful essay I wrote about my summer reading book, way back in September. ugh. Everything I write comes out sounding completely terrible. I hate it. and English is supposed to be like my favorite class. it's so boring right now. sooo much grammar and vocab--easy vocab too. everyone must know the words we have to memorize, it's ridiculous.
sigh sigh sigh. why does this happen at this exact point every single year? I think I honestly have very minor serotonin issues. all I want to do at school every morning is sit in the caf listening to Rimsky-Korsakov(Song of India is beatufiul) and hating everything. except like Tim Minchin. teehee.
Could I be more annoying?
oh yeah, last thing. Since I obviously post such classy, intellectual, fascinating blog posts like this, I figured, you must never bore of me, right?! so I got a tumblr. whirl awake again dot tumblr. it sucks, I don't know how Tumblr works, and it's gonna fail in about two weeks. whatever.
night. :D just under four months. I need a countdown.
What do you know, a Tim Minchin Fanpage update? Hmmm, always nice, I'm thinking, but lately they're always concert dates that are far out of my reach. I mentally sigh. Where to this time, Tim?
The link is to his blog, titled
wait for it
"Fancy that! A Boston Tim party In June"
dfgjhslkdjfhglskdhglsdfrjhgl WHAT?!
excuse the general idiocy of this, but OH. MY. FUCKING. GOD. Tim Minchin? Here? June 4th? Playing? here? Tim Minchin? Here? Here?
and best of all, NO AGE RESTRICTIONS.
guys, this is phenomenal. I never thought this could ever happen, ever. Ever. Oh my God, this is amazing. amazing. I loooooove Tim Minchin, I think he's simply amazing, as anyone who reads my blog should know. I hope you think this too, or at least know of Tim. I basically love him as much as is possible. Being word-perfect on Storm shows dedication. seeing him would be heavenly.
my dad's into Tim Minchin now, haha. He basically takes whatever songs are on iTunes for his iPod, including my 15 Tim Minchin things. He walks in today after work and he says "Naomi, your man Tim Minchin...is kind of a genius". HA. told you all he's amazing. and trust me, my dad's a pretty tough customer when it comes to musicals and musical comedy and basically anything that isn't The Cure or Siouxsie and the Banshees.
I know it's be weird, seeing him with my parents. and people will think I'm weird. and chances of there being anyone there my age are virtually nonexistent. still, this is an amazing chance right here and I don't care what people think. anything for Tim.
and oh, what will he play? I'm so excited for new songs! He just keeps getting better and better, really. Obviously there's be Prejudice, Inflatable You, If I Didn't Have You. I'm REALLY hoping Storm has a chance, also Rock n Roll Nerd and The Good Book. the last one is unlikely, but it's one of my favorite Tim Minchin songs of all time so it would be sooo amaaazzzing.
this so totally broke the Endless Cycle Of Misanthropy that has been this week so far. and yeah you're getting a waterdown version of it. hold on tight, everyone.
In Art, all we're doing is perspective except I do everything wrong and the teacher neer explains anything. good thing I missed some of today's lesson. guidance counselor appintment. ugh. It's not like we talked about anything except he kept forcing me to get into some after school club. for...dun dun dun college. ugh, it's a nightmare. it makes me skin crawl. at least half my living family went to Cambridge. Every family gathering is shrouded by percentiles and A-levels and GCSE results and schools and majoring and minoring and 'well, you're gonna do a science, right?'. This has been happening my entire life and honestly the pressure is unbearable. I get away from that every once in a while, and then in school, college is the topic. so, so often. For one thing, I'm not going to get into Cambridge. I'm going to be one of the few in my family for whom this is not going to be a viable option. It's gorgeous and amazing and I love it, but I'm not getting in. I've spent about five years getting used to that crushing fact. for another, I hate this whole 'you've got to be WELL ROUNDED' bullshit. Honestly, I do not understand this. At all. I'm pretty sure if I had one serious amount to contribute to one area(I do not, but bear with me), I wouldn't be terribly concered with, say, the school newspaper or joining a sport just to look good. and I mean Jesus Christ, people here are insane, looking good requires half your life time! and then there's grades! There's a misconception every minute of every day has to be spent doing something productive or else you're stupid and you will got no where in life. Such crap. Plus there's an idea that you should know what you want to do, because that's definitely a good idea at age 14. they're obsessed with college when I just want to never hear about it. Sometimes I hate the school system here. thanks, guidance counselors.
In Enironmental Science I got stuck up front and center, which makes me panic a lot. plus, I sit next to a girl I hate who, whilst being incredibly witty, could not be more disrespectful or annoying. I made an idiot of myself with moon phases--homework took six hours before, like I had time to concentrate on all that. the girls behind me are know-it-alls, not that they're especially smart in the long run. class ends early a lot, and this girl behind me NEVER SHUTS UP. it was her birthday a few days ago and she kept talking about the (Americanized) ITALIAN food her ITALIAN mother was making for her and blah blah blah something about a type of pasta that doesn't even sound real. she thinks she's so fucking cultured it makes me sick.
world civ the teacher hates me, like all teachers do eventually(I whine so much and am pretentious as hell). We're doing proejcts comparing renaissance people and people from the Islamic Empire though and it's so amaazing. today we were watching a video about Islam that's actually really interesting, but I could not keep my eyes open. I might have actually fallen asleep at one point. at least, I didn't seem to be quite in touch with reality. I'd say I kept drifting in and out of hallucinations, too, but one can't really know that for sure obviously. Plus, hallucinations at twelve oclock wouldn't make an awful lot of sense. and everyone in my class acts moronic, to be perfectly honest, and our teacher hates us so much.
English is hell. I got a 75% on my awful essay I wrote about my summer reading book, way back in September. ugh. Everything I write comes out sounding completely terrible. I hate it. and English is supposed to be like my favorite class. it's so boring right now. sooo much grammar and vocab--easy vocab too. everyone must know the words we have to memorize, it's ridiculous.
sigh sigh sigh. why does this happen at this exact point every single year? I think I honestly have very minor serotonin issues. all I want to do at school every morning is sit in the caf listening to Rimsky-Korsakov(Song of India is beatufiul) and hating everything. except like Tim Minchin. teehee.
Could I be more annoying?
oh yeah, last thing. Since I obviously post such classy, intellectual, fascinating blog posts like this, I figured, you must never bore of me, right?! so I got a tumblr. whirl awake again dot tumblr. it sucks, I don't know how Tumblr works, and it's gonna fail in about two weeks. whatever.
night. :D just under four months. I need a countdown.
Friday, February 4, 2011
in which my worry that I have far too much time on my hands and watch too much BBC is made official.
I have come to an awkward point in my televisual fangirl career, in that I've been struggle to decide who is the best-written character ever; Mark Corrigan from Peep Show, Sir Digby Chicken Cesar from M&W or, most recently, Malcolm from The Thick Of it. See, it's my new obsession and it will be of most of my Friday nights for most of the year from now on. everywhere I go, all the 'Best British Shows Of The Deacde" things, The Thick of It is the only contemporary that really consistently gives Peep Show a run for its money. don't get me wrong, Peep Show is half my life, I love it to death and I will probably crumble away when it inevitably reaches its end in three or four years time, but this show is so so good too. I would highly, highly recommend it. Peter Capaldi + Rebecca Front + James Smith equals love, love, unconditional love in my head.
Regardless of preferences for the actual show, Peep Show and all those involved have the better tumblr pages. have you seen 'fuckyeahrobertwebb'? Jesus Christ, the fangirling gets rather troubling there. (and David's so much cooler, everyone knows that, even if he isn't gonna start hosting Never Mind The Buzzcocks any day soon).
OH OH OH I'm so far behind on my once-beloved Never Mind The Buzzcocks episodes it's kind of ridiculous. like yeah, I got though Webb's and Tim Minchin's and Katherine Tate's and as much Frankie Boyle as the average person can stomach, but I've fallen out of my love for it. probably, quite simply, because I would eat my own fingers to get Simon Amstell back there. please, Simon? please? you haven't got anything better to do right? the new episodes get kinda boring and the guests were kinda B list. I was impressed that they got Cee Lo Green, sure. I've been kind of hoping they'll shove some indie 'alternative' guy on there again...or another Dappy or someone. THEY GOT EXAMPLE AGAIN HE IS EVERYWHERE AND I HATE HIM. okay, this paragraph is beyond pathetic in structure and I will end with saying Noel Fielding's still funny and awesome and attractive in a way no one has yet to describe properly.
and yeah I just started watching some of 10 O'clock live which is David Mitchell, Jimmy Car, Charlie Brooker, and Lauren Laverne's new-ish jokey news show and I'm not quite sure what to make of it. like, this sort of thing is worth watching maybe on election night if you think you're a bit above all the usual chaos, but not every week, right? and it's so far left and rather contrived, if I didn't want to marry David I would hate it, I'm afraid. however, I will look further into it for a better opinion. food for thought, hmm. it's the sort of show that's probably very addicting in the end, and I'll regret this whole paragraph. feel like I should be running through the entirety of the BBC lately, haha.
It has been a dull week. Ending up listening to the Streets one way or another, picking up stupid fashion mags, reading the NME, and realizing just how pointless 9th grade English is. developing a sudden desire to listen to the White Stripes a lot, I really do define what is to be hated about the oe-track-minded people of today.
I love Fridays but I did nothing today. it's quite frustrating, since I find free time is rare during the week. I have little planned for the weekend. I'll be spending most of it trying to get my head around Peter Doherty's new blog. he's starring in some shitty French 'art film'(shudder) at the moment. I'm actually very disappointed. for some reason he's doing a one-off tour in the UK and in Germany which isn't fair. has he done a US tour? is he allowed to do a US tour? I'm not so sure. Certainly, the attempt would kill him. but I would really, really like a Babyshambles album out some time between now and the end of time.
Musically the latter end of the year is probably going to turn out quite well for me. sure, we've got the Kills in a few months. after, Elbow, Kasabian(fingers crossed), Arctic Monkeys, etc. plus, I'm expecting more people to go into the studio soon after. Biffy Clyro can't tour the same album for forever(Florence Welch would say otherwise, I'm sure). A Flo album would be lovely too, though she is going to be such a victim to second album syndrome, no wonder she's putting it off. the Killers are getting back together in May. it is a cause for celebration, most definitely.
Health stuff is silly. Ugh, 'All About Me' things really are getting on my nerves. does the teacher really think we take this stuff seriously? although the problem lies mostly with my life, or lack thereof. I have no achievements, no big ones, none that I would really want to announce to twenty other people. same with goals. and hobbies. I sound like the completely dysfunction human being that I am, plus I have a huge list of favorite bands. and art is annoying, obviously there's no better way to make someone feel completely useless at everything.
my initial enthusiasm for this new semester is dwindling...
luckily I know everything we're doing in science at the moment, and world civ is oddly cool. ugh, english english english. it's all vocab and parts of speech and short stories, frankly it is beyond tedious. and last block, every day! it's rather hellish. I did homework for almost six hours on tuesday. I cannot continue like this. I'm hoping for another snow day this week(thursday?). we've got one more potential snow day left before they start taking off spring vacations. with nothing to do apart from whine about my homework for the rest of winter, snow days are still a very attractive idea.
I'm so not in the mood for blogging and I have a new Klaxons CD to listen to.
Regardless of preferences for the actual show, Peep Show and all those involved have the better tumblr pages. have you seen 'fuckyeahrobertwebb'? Jesus Christ, the fangirling gets rather troubling there. (and David's so much cooler, everyone knows that, even if he isn't gonna start hosting Never Mind The Buzzcocks any day soon).
OH OH OH I'm so far behind on my once-beloved Never Mind The Buzzcocks episodes it's kind of ridiculous. like yeah, I got though Webb's and Tim Minchin's and Katherine Tate's and as much Frankie Boyle as the average person can stomach, but I've fallen out of my love for it. probably, quite simply, because I would eat my own fingers to get Simon Amstell back there. please, Simon? please? you haven't got anything better to do right? the new episodes get kinda boring and the guests were kinda B list. I was impressed that they got Cee Lo Green, sure. I've been kind of hoping they'll shove some indie 'alternative' guy on there again...or another Dappy or someone. THEY GOT EXAMPLE AGAIN HE IS EVERYWHERE AND I HATE HIM. okay, this paragraph is beyond pathetic in structure and I will end with saying Noel Fielding's still funny and awesome and attractive in a way no one has yet to describe properly.
and yeah I just started watching some of 10 O'clock live which is David Mitchell, Jimmy Car, Charlie Brooker, and Lauren Laverne's new-ish jokey news show and I'm not quite sure what to make of it. like, this sort of thing is worth watching maybe on election night if you think you're a bit above all the usual chaos, but not every week, right? and it's so far left and rather contrived, if I didn't want to marry David I would hate it, I'm afraid. however, I will look further into it for a better opinion. food for thought, hmm. it's the sort of show that's probably very addicting in the end, and I'll regret this whole paragraph. feel like I should be running through the entirety of the BBC lately, haha.
It has been a dull week. Ending up listening to the Streets one way or another, picking up stupid fashion mags, reading the NME, and realizing just how pointless 9th grade English is. developing a sudden desire to listen to the White Stripes a lot, I really do define what is to be hated about the oe-track-minded people of today.
I love Fridays but I did nothing today. it's quite frustrating, since I find free time is rare during the week. I have little planned for the weekend. I'll be spending most of it trying to get my head around Peter Doherty's new blog. he's starring in some shitty French 'art film'(shudder) at the moment. I'm actually very disappointed. for some reason he's doing a one-off tour in the UK and in Germany which isn't fair. has he done a US tour? is he allowed to do a US tour? I'm not so sure. Certainly, the attempt would kill him. but I would really, really like a Babyshambles album out some time between now and the end of time.
Musically the latter end of the year is probably going to turn out quite well for me. sure, we've got the Kills in a few months. after, Elbow, Kasabian(fingers crossed), Arctic Monkeys, etc. plus, I'm expecting more people to go into the studio soon after. Biffy Clyro can't tour the same album for forever(Florence Welch would say otherwise, I'm sure). A Flo album would be lovely too, though she is going to be such a victim to second album syndrome, no wonder she's putting it off. the Killers are getting back together in May. it is a cause for celebration, most definitely.
Health stuff is silly. Ugh, 'All About Me' things really are getting on my nerves. does the teacher really think we take this stuff seriously? although the problem lies mostly with my life, or lack thereof. I have no achievements, no big ones, none that I would really want to announce to twenty other people. same with goals. and hobbies. I sound like the completely dysfunction human being that I am, plus I have a huge list of favorite bands. and art is annoying, obviously there's no better way to make someone feel completely useless at everything.
my initial enthusiasm for this new semester is dwindling...
luckily I know everything we're doing in science at the moment, and world civ is oddly cool. ugh, english english english. it's all vocab and parts of speech and short stories, frankly it is beyond tedious. and last block, every day! it's rather hellish. I did homework for almost six hours on tuesday. I cannot continue like this. I'm hoping for another snow day this week(thursday?). we've got one more potential snow day left before they start taking off spring vacations. with nothing to do apart from whine about my homework for the rest of winter, snow days are still a very attractive idea.
I'm so not in the mood for blogging and I have a new Klaxons CD to listen to.
Tuesday, February 1, 2011
ten things from the past few days
#1.) I have an impending obsession. When I mention 'obsession' it normally involves joining some sort of cult that worships British comedians, mockumentaries, or the world's greatest BBC-engineered one-liners ever. does the obsession fit this pattern? why yes! and it is called The Thick Of It. Brits may or may not have heard of it, it's not super super population but it's not unheard of. Very Peep Show level, yeah. I myself discovered it in my parents' DVD collection, where most good televisual things are found by me. my dad got a Boxset quite recently. It's basically a deadpan kinda mockumentary thing based around low-level politicians. I've only watched a couple so far but it is really, really, really funny. I mean, I'm pretty certain at least half of the political cultural references are going right over my head, but the one-liners are fantastic and I just could not stop laughing. plus, in my history, anything co-written by Jesse Armstrong turns into TV obsession for me. the only sad thing is, I can name basically every actor in that show, one way or another. the UK comedy show circuit isn't huge, anything but, but that's still shows I invest too much time into these things.
#2.) While we're on the topic of mockumentaries, I intend to spend the remainder of winter trying to 'get into' the Father Of All Mockumentaries. Also known as The Office. I know, I'm weird I don't watch it already. either the UK one or the US one. here's a little known fact around here; the UK one came first. I'm spreading this knowledge. I intend to try both. I heard the US one is surprisingly good for a country who don't really do spin off series very well, as history goes. this is the plan.
#3.) February is Peter Doherty Appreciation Month(for me). while the snow piles up and the mid-winter gloominess is at its height, I skulk around my house, wanting knee-length worn-out jackets & trilbys, writing lyrics to Last Of The English Roses over available bare skin during class, and singing along to Fuck Forever when my parents aren't around. it suddenly makes it the best month of the year. like I mentioned last time, the Libertines just got added to V's rumour list? Like, I literally wouldn't be able to handle that level of awesomeness. although I will probs get used to it after the awesomeness that will hopefully by February. ps, I will get at least one oversized androgynous cheap jacket some time soon.
#4.) Tumblr is a godsend. especially those 'fuckyeah' things. like, I know nothing of this site, other than it can provide me with flashy Peep Show things with quotes on them and their are 128 pages of pure David Mitchell-ness. I started my own account, though my total social networking world must reach a limit soon, and I doubt I'll be able to get my head around the website anyway.
#5.) Snow days never ever get bad. ever. like, ours just got announced a few hours ago, hence my writing to you, and we're gonna get up to two feet apparently. I don't care about June. no one wants to do anything in June, teachers included. I'm glad for a snow day. no one else is. bah. I wanna watch Fried Green Tomatoes and play crappy Playstation games and do fuck all. it's fun. I hope for more.
#6.) Out of all the 'arts' teachers in the world, the teachers at my school are the least capable of showing emotion ever. i swear to god my english teacher is a robot. actually, her most common label is 'bitch' but to qualify for that some sense of anger has to be involved, you know? nope. none at all. just a drone. 'write down some vocab, read the story, pass in your homework, or you wrote a three-page letter that took you an hour and a half and you could barely keep your eyes open, okay'. WHAT?! Ditto art teachers. fuck, perspective isn't that hard, it doesn't take 3/4 of the block. and when he wasn't doing that, we were told to be creative with our portfolio folders. creativity is hardly a prominent trait of mine, particular not at eight oclock in the morning. the latter is true for everyone I think. the classroom was awash with soccer balls and pastel-colored bubble writing. he went around kinda nodding at everyone. didn't even pass comment on Little Miss Art Prodigy(who sits opposite me)'s work. nor did he comment on my garish swirls and dots and faded green marker, though that is to be expected.
#6.) the likelihood of finding cool people in my classes are remarkably slim. there's like two girls in my art class I know a bit and they aren't amazing friends. science I know almost everyone one way or another. world civ, everyone hates everyone and the teacher doesn't want to be there cause no one does. english kinda meh. though my expectations are low, that much is obvious.
#6.) 1st health class proves the class probably won't suck. there's a few cool people and it's a tiny class(not even 20 kids I think?) that's kinda shoves somewhere n the math corridor. teacher seems nice. ratemyteacher agrees. it's kinda ugh 1st block of the day. we're doing 'all about us' posters Friday which will be a bore.
#7.) # of teachers who know I'm English- 2/5. that's a fairly good number at this point in time. my english class know, I think. i spoke and they stared for like five minutes, which is normally a telltale sign. it seems petty but it's good to get it out of the way as fast as possible. I hate everyone's moment of realization. growl. it's difficult for anyone to understand this at all 'specially round here, so moving on.
#8.) I will surely collapse entirely under the semester's workload. five hours plus piano plus food plus procrastination yesterday equals my certain death. i cannot continue like this. I may die. I may never see you again, internet.
#9.) Today begins the great Harry Potter reread. I never really got through 1 and 2(too young I guess) and 3 was a bit of a blur. 4-7 I like. at the rate school has made me read lately this is probably my entire literary universe until June, too.
#10.) La Roux is amazing and I will surely die(sorry, should stop with this phrase) if I don't get their album very soon. I've listened to I'm not Your Toy all day. then I listened to a lot of Goldfrapp which was the icing in the synthpop cake. then a lot of janis ian(thank you Tavi Gevinson) which made things unbalanced. that is my music life. oh, except the TV people finally put a V Festival hilights vid up. and they didn't get the prodigy yet? what the fuck? That was like the best time of my life, ever. literally. They began and ended with KoL. and they didn't show Closer. nor did they show Kasabian's Fire, they chose the wrong Skunk Anansie song, they did no Madness at all, Munich isn't a terribly good Editors song, Plan B didn't get his slot, and the fact that they made no attempt to shove an Ellie Goulding thing in there somewhere was nothing short of shocking. good thing is, only a few weeks till 2011's lineup and I'm crazy excited. arctic Monkeys + eminem to headline. rumors-rem, beady eye, coldplay, muse, jessie j, amy winehouse, Pulp. would pay to see everyone except beady eye and coldplay, so good.
good night everyone. hope you have a snow day too. :D
#2.) While we're on the topic of mockumentaries, I intend to spend the remainder of winter trying to 'get into' the Father Of All Mockumentaries. Also known as The Office. I know, I'm weird I don't watch it already. either the UK one or the US one. here's a little known fact around here; the UK one came first. I'm spreading this knowledge. I intend to try both. I heard the US one is surprisingly good for a country who don't really do spin off series very well, as history goes. this is the plan.
#3.) February is Peter Doherty Appreciation Month(for me). while the snow piles up and the mid-winter gloominess is at its height, I skulk around my house, wanting knee-length worn-out jackets & trilbys, writing lyrics to Last Of The English Roses over available bare skin during class, and singing along to Fuck Forever when my parents aren't around. it suddenly makes it the best month of the year. like I mentioned last time, the Libertines just got added to V's rumour list? Like, I literally wouldn't be able to handle that level of awesomeness. although I will probs get used to it after the awesomeness that will hopefully by February. ps, I will get at least one oversized androgynous cheap jacket some time soon.
#4.) Tumblr is a godsend. especially those 'fuckyeah' things. like, I know nothing of this site, other than it can provide me with flashy Peep Show things with quotes on them and their are 128 pages of pure David Mitchell-ness. I started my own account, though my total social networking world must reach a limit soon, and I doubt I'll be able to get my head around the website anyway.
#5.) Snow days never ever get bad. ever. like, ours just got announced a few hours ago, hence my writing to you, and we're gonna get up to two feet apparently. I don't care about June. no one wants to do anything in June, teachers included. I'm glad for a snow day. no one else is. bah. I wanna watch Fried Green Tomatoes and play crappy Playstation games and do fuck all. it's fun. I hope for more.
#6.) Out of all the 'arts' teachers in the world, the teachers at my school are the least capable of showing emotion ever. i swear to god my english teacher is a robot. actually, her most common label is 'bitch' but to qualify for that some sense of anger has to be involved, you know? nope. none at all. just a drone. 'write down some vocab, read the story, pass in your homework, or you wrote a three-page letter that took you an hour and a half and you could barely keep your eyes open, okay'. WHAT?! Ditto art teachers. fuck, perspective isn't that hard, it doesn't take 3/4 of the block. and when he wasn't doing that, we were told to be creative with our portfolio folders. creativity is hardly a prominent trait of mine, particular not at eight oclock in the morning. the latter is true for everyone I think. the classroom was awash with soccer balls and pastel-colored bubble writing. he went around kinda nodding at everyone. didn't even pass comment on Little Miss Art Prodigy(who sits opposite me)'s work. nor did he comment on my garish swirls and dots and faded green marker, though that is to be expected.
#6.) the likelihood of finding cool people in my classes are remarkably slim. there's like two girls in my art class I know a bit and they aren't amazing friends. science I know almost everyone one way or another. world civ, everyone hates everyone and the teacher doesn't want to be there cause no one does. english kinda meh. though my expectations are low, that much is obvious.
#6.) 1st health class proves the class probably won't suck. there's a few cool people and it's a tiny class(not even 20 kids I think?) that's kinda shoves somewhere n the math corridor. teacher seems nice. ratemyteacher agrees. it's kinda ugh 1st block of the day. we're doing 'all about us' posters Friday which will be a bore.
#7.) # of teachers who know I'm English- 2/5. that's a fairly good number at this point in time. my english class know, I think. i spoke and they stared for like five minutes, which is normally a telltale sign. it seems petty but it's good to get it out of the way as fast as possible. I hate everyone's moment of realization. growl. it's difficult for anyone to understand this at all 'specially round here, so moving on.
#8.) I will surely collapse entirely under the semester's workload. five hours plus piano plus food plus procrastination yesterday equals my certain death. i cannot continue like this. I may die. I may never see you again, internet.
#9.) Today begins the great Harry Potter reread. I never really got through 1 and 2(too young I guess) and 3 was a bit of a blur. 4-7 I like. at the rate school has made me read lately this is probably my entire literary universe until June, too.
#10.) La Roux is amazing and I will surely die(sorry, should stop with this phrase) if I don't get their album very soon. I've listened to I'm not Your Toy all day. then I listened to a lot of Goldfrapp which was the icing in the synthpop cake. then a lot of janis ian(thank you Tavi Gevinson) which made things unbalanced. that is my music life. oh, except the TV people finally put a V Festival hilights vid up. and they didn't get the prodigy yet? what the fuck? That was like the best time of my life, ever. literally. They began and ended with KoL. and they didn't show Closer. nor did they show Kasabian's Fire, they chose the wrong Skunk Anansie song, they did no Madness at all, Munich isn't a terribly good Editors song, Plan B didn't get his slot, and the fact that they made no attempt to shove an Ellie Goulding thing in there somewhere was nothing short of shocking. good thing is, only a few weeks till 2011's lineup and I'm crazy excited. arctic Monkeys + eminem to headline. rumors-rem, beady eye, coldplay, muse, jessie j, amy winehouse, Pulp. would pay to see everyone except beady eye and coldplay, so good.
good night everyone. hope you have a snow day too. :D
Saturday, January 29, 2011
Imitosis
In the spirit of hating myself for writing unreadable, uninterestingly long posts about nothing every four days and declaring myself completely vapid and silly and unfathomably uncool to the blog 'verse because of it(and being stupid and impressionable), I'm doing a short post today.
actually, it's more of a song post. bear with me, please.
I found this a couple days ago and I have since swooned and obsessed and musicgasm'd over it repeatedly. look past the indie rock facade if you must--the combination of classically-trained string musician, synthesizer, mumbling, messy hair, and the five o'clock shadow. there are people out there far more guilty of it than he. and I will admit, the melody or anything isn't AWFUL, and that random drum beat thing is rather Neutral Milk Hotel, which most people would agree is a good thing.
anyway, today I realised the lyrics matter more than the music to me in general. and here is where Andrew Bird shines.
"And despite what all his studies had shown/what was mistakes for closeness/was just a case for mitosis/weighed deception or mercy/ while others train for the show/...'cause he just wants to know the reason why/the reason why"
"his keeping busier as bitter storms/his imaginations and his palindromes"
"Poor proffesor Pynchon/had only good intentions/when he put his Bunsen Burners all the way/and turned into a playground a Petri dish/of single cells/would swing their firsts/at anything that looks like easy pray"
These are but to name a few, though there aren't too many lyrics in the song.
Anything who mentions mitosis(he later goes on about osmosis, too) in a freaking pop song wins seriously huge amounts of cool points from me. as does anyone who can relate a function of cell division to a function of human emotion too, I have a not inconsiderable deal of respect for.
in general I think the idea of the thing is pretty damn amazing. It's basically kinda fighting back to the idea of quantifying emotion, in particular love, to preexisting notions of biology and science. It's been talked about lightly, but I've never seen anyone tackle this in a song before, obviously. It's amazing how anyone would think to do that, to me. It's leads to some really interesting thoughts, too--I kinda get hear this a lot, reading Dawkins and Hitchins and that whole crowd as is kinda a 'thing' at the moment, and has been for some time. And I do agree with Mr. Bird for the most part. For all of my love and appreciation and utmost respect for the sciences and for said sciency-atheist people, there has to come a limit with what some people are trying to do. What's more interesting is FINDING that limit, of course, which is something which deserves my interest and research in the near future. And what's more interesting still is that point at which this lust for knowledge of the human psyche is almost detrimental("it was anything but here the voice/anything but hear the voice/it was anything but hear the voice/ that says that we're all basically alone") to a person and whether this interest is better left alone.
and all the hipsters thought the Decemberists and Arcade Fire are making 'statements", right? Pfft, as if.
just thought you should know. The alternative title of this post is "Wooly, Childish Pretentious Explanations Of Pop Songs; Post #1. now, time to scuttle off and write two mini essays. good night. :D
actually, it's more of a song post. bear with me, please.
I found this a couple days ago and I have since swooned and obsessed and musicgasm'd over it repeatedly. look past the indie rock facade if you must--the combination of classically-trained string musician, synthesizer, mumbling, messy hair, and the five o'clock shadow. there are people out there far more guilty of it than he. and I will admit, the melody or anything isn't AWFUL, and that random drum beat thing is rather Neutral Milk Hotel, which most people would agree is a good thing.
anyway, today I realised the lyrics matter more than the music to me in general. and here is where Andrew Bird shines.
"And despite what all his studies had shown/what was mistakes for closeness/was just a case for mitosis/weighed deception or mercy/ while others train for the show/...'cause he just wants to know the reason why/the reason why"
"his keeping busier as bitter storms/his imaginations and his palindromes"
"Poor proffesor Pynchon/had only good intentions/when he put his Bunsen Burners all the way/and turned into a playground a Petri dish/of single cells/would swing their firsts/at anything that looks like easy pray"
These are but to name a few, though there aren't too many lyrics in the song.
Anything who mentions mitosis(he later goes on about osmosis, too) in a freaking pop song wins seriously huge amounts of cool points from me. as does anyone who can relate a function of cell division to a function of human emotion too, I have a not inconsiderable deal of respect for.
in general I think the idea of the thing is pretty damn amazing. It's basically kinda fighting back to the idea of quantifying emotion, in particular love, to preexisting notions of biology and science. It's been talked about lightly, but I've never seen anyone tackle this in a song before, obviously. It's amazing how anyone would think to do that, to me. It's leads to some really interesting thoughts, too--I kinda get hear this a lot, reading Dawkins and Hitchins and that whole crowd as is kinda a 'thing' at the moment, and has been for some time. And I do agree with Mr. Bird for the most part. For all of my love and appreciation and utmost respect for the sciences and for said sciency-atheist people, there has to come a limit with what some people are trying to do. What's more interesting is FINDING that limit, of course, which is something which deserves my interest and research in the near future. And what's more interesting still is that point at which this lust for knowledge of the human psyche is almost detrimental("it was anything but here the voice/anything but hear the voice/it was anything but hear the voice/ that says that we're all basically alone") to a person and whether this interest is better left alone.
and all the hipsters thought the Decemberists and Arcade Fire are making 'statements", right? Pfft, as if.
just thought you should know. The alternative title of this post is "Wooly, Childish Pretentious Explanations Of Pop Songs; Post #1. now, time to scuttle off and write two mini essays. good night. :D
Friday, January 28, 2011
so these last few days were pretty cool.
for one thing, I had a two day school week. just Monday and Friday. that in itself is the makings for a wonderful week, no matter how the bookends of it pan out. I reveled in the lack of finals for most of Monday. felt like doing a run through of all the HP movies(shrugs) and watching awkward clips of the Graham Norton show for far too long that night. it was pure, pure bliss. tuesday the same-ish also, nothing much to say there. ditto wednesday, plus overloads of DVD marathons, hot chocolate, and Iron&Wine, and eating out for lunch. it snowed again! so much snow lately. Thursday was a snow day. It shouldn't have been really. it should have been a two hour delay, that's what everyone was expecting. but what do you know, a snow day it was.
I don't hate snow days yet; most people around me do. People keep updating their FB statuses like "yeah, we know it's a snow day, stop updating your statuses about it!" and "I hate snow...I actually want a summer!" like they think they came up with it. snow days became unfashionable round here like a week and a half ago. whatever. It's not like you do anything in June anyway and US summers are like crazy long compared to most European places. so you get out on June 27th or whenever? wow. big deal. another three days of the teacher not caring enough anymore to assign much homework.
yesterday I realised my bedroom wall is running out of spaces for posters. I bought a copy of Factory and a gray butcher boy hat.
I found out my geometry final grade! I got an A, 95% proving that geometry is actually stupidly easy. These lost 5% were due in part to only one test, so the whole thing was kinda silly. Also, I got about a 92% on the final which is round about what I wanted(side note; because I studied for little more than two hours for this, and about eight for science, I will probably fail science. logic has not been a theme for my test taking so far this year). Apparently, the final didn't go so well for most people--I think the average was like the high 70s? Sorry if I sound like I'm bragging. Smart people called me smart because of this, which is something to keep oneself content for a little while. No news on other final grades yet.
the new semester started today and it was pretty good. After some scurrying around the school before the day began, I had art. Something quite noticeable about the art teachers here is that however talented they may or may not be, they appear not even remotely 'artsy', you know? my teacher is this guy who's retiring this year. He droned on and on the entire block, first about learning and the steps a child takes when drawing and then made us write our names various ways repeatedly and in the last two minutes he was like 'so, let's talk about the color wheel'. I sat with a girl from my geometry class and another from my spanish. No one in our class knows each other. we were silent the whole time. but it's only art.
Environmental Science, oh my God. way to ruin a potential perfect 2nd semester, science. i hear the teacher's a 'mean lady'. she ran out for something for the first ten minutes. came back, talked about her many turtles she keeps in the classroom(with the water filter things that buzz relentlessly, much to my annoyance) then gave us like seven handouts saying things that differed very slightly. also, the subject matter looks more dull than what I'd expect. makes some of physical science look wonderful. it's more focused on, say, geology and the structure of the Earth than I expected. how very naive of me. my class makes up for it. most number of people I know/like a bit relative to class size, I'd say.
after my new 1st lunch block(10:40? wtf?), I had history. or world civilisations, as it is called, but I would prefer to call it history. our teacher used to teach at my middle school. he's quite intimidating and very abrasive, but y'know, he gets stuff done. he only spent a half hour on contracts and books(they're like six inches thick.) and then he dived right in there. THE SPREAD OF ISLAM. YES. SOMETHING WAY INTERESTING. I am secretly a history nerd. it's just in middle school all I did was ancient history and US history. they have their good points, but to be honest both of those are pretty low down on my list of parts of history I find interesting. I flipped through my enormous textbook, while he's talking about tolerance and the spreading of culture and how no one was familiar with the term 'polytheism'(*cough*mixed level classes *cough*), and I'm thinking this is the COOLEST STUFF EVER. and guess what, I hadn't already done it to death already! so we're starting on this whole religious thing, focusing mostly on Islam, then why do the European middle ages, African middle ages, monarchies, the European renaissance, the French revolution and I was all like, this is freaking incredible. plus, very little homework. yes yes yes! xD
last period english. english is almost always my favorite class so I can't really complain about too muc here. the teacher seems nice, as does my class. she just gave us books and talked about stuff then made us write stuff about ourselves, then read. she seemed intent on knowing everything about us. I hate those 'get to know you' questions because they ask such inane stuff and it's not honest, cause you wanna give an impression. mine didn't turn out quite right. I was all like "Mark Z Danielewski! And Edward Scissorhands! And punk!" and then I was like "dogs! and vanilla ice cream! and spring". whatevs. she gives a lot of homework. and four books? that's kinda ridiculous. and horrible to carry home.
so that was my new semester, in a very long winded fashion, health in stead of art monday. monday morning is the quest of where the room is, since I've been given like three different room numbers.
finally, I saw Black Swan today and I totally loved it. do not come to me for movie opinions, unless you want them extremely juvenile and misinformed and generally ignorant of movies. I'll just stick with saying it was great. :D
so now I have homework to do again...hmm. okay, that's it for now.
Bye
I don't hate snow days yet; most people around me do. People keep updating their FB statuses like "yeah, we know it's a snow day, stop updating your statuses about it!" and "I hate snow...I actually want a summer!" like they think they came up with it. snow days became unfashionable round here like a week and a half ago. whatever. It's not like you do anything in June anyway and US summers are like crazy long compared to most European places. so you get out on June 27th or whenever? wow. big deal. another three days of the teacher not caring enough anymore to assign much homework.
yesterday I realised my bedroom wall is running out of spaces for posters. I bought a copy of Factory and a gray butcher boy hat.
I found out my geometry final grade! I got an A, 95% proving that geometry is actually stupidly easy. These lost 5% were due in part to only one test, so the whole thing was kinda silly. Also, I got about a 92% on the final which is round about what I wanted(side note; because I studied for little more than two hours for this, and about eight for science, I will probably fail science. logic has not been a theme for my test taking so far this year). Apparently, the final didn't go so well for most people--I think the average was like the high 70s? Sorry if I sound like I'm bragging. Smart people called me smart because of this, which is something to keep oneself content for a little while. No news on other final grades yet.
the new semester started today and it was pretty good. After some scurrying around the school before the day began, I had art. Something quite noticeable about the art teachers here is that however talented they may or may not be, they appear not even remotely 'artsy', you know? my teacher is this guy who's retiring this year. He droned on and on the entire block, first about learning and the steps a child takes when drawing and then made us write our names various ways repeatedly and in the last two minutes he was like 'so, let's talk about the color wheel'. I sat with a girl from my geometry class and another from my spanish. No one in our class knows each other. we were silent the whole time. but it's only art.
Environmental Science, oh my God. way to ruin a potential perfect 2nd semester, science. i hear the teacher's a 'mean lady'. she ran out for something for the first ten minutes. came back, talked about her many turtles she keeps in the classroom(with the water filter things that buzz relentlessly, much to my annoyance) then gave us like seven handouts saying things that differed very slightly. also, the subject matter looks more dull than what I'd expect. makes some of physical science look wonderful. it's more focused on, say, geology and the structure of the Earth than I expected. how very naive of me. my class makes up for it. most number of people I know/like a bit relative to class size, I'd say.
after my new 1st lunch block(10:40? wtf?), I had history. or world civilisations, as it is called, but I would prefer to call it history. our teacher used to teach at my middle school. he's quite intimidating and very abrasive, but y'know, he gets stuff done. he only spent a half hour on contracts and books(they're like six inches thick.) and then he dived right in there. THE SPREAD OF ISLAM. YES. SOMETHING WAY INTERESTING. I am secretly a history nerd. it's just in middle school all I did was ancient history and US history. they have their good points, but to be honest both of those are pretty low down on my list of parts of history I find interesting. I flipped through my enormous textbook, while he's talking about tolerance and the spreading of culture and how no one was familiar with the term 'polytheism'(*cough*mixed level classes *cough*), and I'm thinking this is the COOLEST STUFF EVER. and guess what, I hadn't already done it to death already! so we're starting on this whole religious thing, focusing mostly on Islam, then why do the European middle ages, African middle ages, monarchies, the European renaissance, the French revolution and I was all like, this is freaking incredible. plus, very little homework. yes yes yes! xD
last period english. english is almost always my favorite class so I can't really complain about too muc here. the teacher seems nice, as does my class. she just gave us books and talked about stuff then made us write stuff about ourselves, then read. she seemed intent on knowing everything about us. I hate those 'get to know you' questions because they ask such inane stuff and it's not honest, cause you wanna give an impression. mine didn't turn out quite right. I was all like "Mark Z Danielewski! And Edward Scissorhands! And punk!" and then I was like "dogs! and vanilla ice cream! and spring". whatevs. she gives a lot of homework. and four books? that's kinda ridiculous. and horrible to carry home.
so that was my new semester, in a very long winded fashion, health in stead of art monday. monday morning is the quest of where the room is, since I've been given like three different room numbers.
finally, I saw Black Swan today and I totally loved it. do not come to me for movie opinions, unless you want them extremely juvenile and misinformed and generally ignorant of movies. I'll just stick with saying it was great. :D
so now I have homework to do again...hmm. okay, that's it for now.
Bye
Monday, January 24, 2011
Freedom For Two Days.
finals are done, baby! finally! words can't describe this level of relief. I had geometry 1st block. My teacher got annoyed with the state of my textbook and I had a headache for most of the 90 minutes that I was there for. There was only one question I really couldn't do--the others were fine, bar the odd point taken off for units or something, a careless habit I've yet to shake. I came home after that for lunch. I watched Mitchell&Webb again and studied for Spanish. My mom dropped me off and I walked back to the school--it was negative 21 degrees Celsius today, wow! I was the only one who found something oddly refreshing and lovely in that, I think. I never liked the cold before. only in this extreme, I suppose.
Spanish was listening(80%, but whatever) and then two short little essays. While I try hard to be wordly and set my goals too high(life plan; do Spanish through to senior year to the tiniest degree of fluency. after, learn about of german for the sake of it. then get a bit comfortable with french, live out my wildest stereotype-induced dreams of Parisian sophistication etc. for a few years. get head around a language that isn't romance--swedish, preferable--. move to Stockholm. buy woolen jackets and listen to saccharine scandinavian pop music. decide I'm not hardcore enough for all that, buy a house in Kent and eat salt and vinegar crisps and buy the NME every wednesday. where was I?), I can't say the language was particularly enjoyable this year. kinda just wanna get it done. haha. ditto geo, but everyone knows geo is the most useless mathematics class you can ever possibly take(bar statistics, I 'spose) so it doesn't matter much.
it's a bit difficult fathoming that this semester is over, like I said a couple posts ago. I won't miss Spanish or gym--I will miss everything else. so many inside jokes and stuff. high school is remarkable fun, I've found. there are a lot of silly, stupid people but a brain, a book, and a good collection of Divine Comedy songs I have found will sort that out.
my schedule starting Thursday; B day art, G day health, 2nd science, 3rd history, 4th english. I know a few people in my art class already, and one in my world civ. Yeah, I really don't actually know anyone.(it's entertaining seeing all my middle school friend's and their rapidly expanding social groups this year and their vast, vast knowledge of freshman gossip and I'm all like..."er, who are you talking about? I don't know who that is?". such a weirdo). Study will be sorely missed. I hear this particular science is hellish. art should be fun, health is a breeze bar the "OH MY GOD IT'S SO AWKWARD" stupid people who litter the classes and the lunch discussions and the universe, history sounds fun because it's actually different to what I've done before. english is my favorite subject generally though I've heard this year it's a bit disappointing. still, I'm a delusional nerd who's excited to read books this year, actually read not just own a copy of To Kill A Mockingbird for two months and be all like "he is racist. he isn't. the end".(cough cough 8th grade cough cough). I just heard Animal Farm is a selection? like, wow wow wow why didn't I know about this? next year or the year after, I hear we read The Great Gatsby which I really must pick up, and that will become the crux of my high school life, I think.
anyway, to staples tomorrow and the mall, to black swan the day after. possibility of a snow day so maybe something else, I don't know. it's like a 2nd weekend!
you find me without anything to say. i mean literally without words, not just the vapid stuff I babble on about most days. this sense of freedom is a funny thing. I read a lot today, especially Lucky and Peter Doherty's journal book thing, which is worth a read. I really want to be a Trilby or a Pork Pie hat. I actually can't wait until february, I'm counting down the days. for 28 days I try to shut off the world, read books, and listen to everything by Peter Doherty day after day. well at least i did last year. really, it's fun. I do wish he'd work on something now though. he's probably doing some 'Shambless stuff but it's not like anyone pays attention.
oh yeah, another 18+ dissappointment. Foals!(marry me, Yannis) Freelance Whales supporting! Wow! Ugh! Stupid people. sigh.
I'm gonna leave with a video again.
I discovered this lady today. the guitar is so, so beautiful. plus, I kinda have a thing for Guy Garvey. by 'thing' I mean I love him--who doesn't?--even though he is surely turning into Henry VIII. I listened to Leaders of the Free World all day today and it never stops being amazing. I heard he can't read music. I hate those sorts of people, writing some of the most amazing music of their time and not, technically, writing music in a literal sense. some of work hard and don't write anywhere near as astonishing music, Guy! whatever he does turns to audible gold which is why, Guy, I will literally pay you anything to drag your band around this country. K? K.
Good night.
Spanish was listening(80%, but whatever) and then two short little essays. While I try hard to be wordly and set my goals too high(life plan; do Spanish through to senior year to the tiniest degree of fluency. after, learn about of german for the sake of it. then get a bit comfortable with french, live out my wildest stereotype-induced dreams of Parisian sophistication etc. for a few years. get head around a language that isn't romance--swedish, preferable--. move to Stockholm. buy woolen jackets and listen to saccharine scandinavian pop music. decide I'm not hardcore enough for all that, buy a house in Kent and eat salt and vinegar crisps and buy the NME every wednesday. where was I?), I can't say the language was particularly enjoyable this year. kinda just wanna get it done. haha. ditto geo, but everyone knows geo is the most useless mathematics class you can ever possibly take(bar statistics, I 'spose) so it doesn't matter much.
it's a bit difficult fathoming that this semester is over, like I said a couple posts ago. I won't miss Spanish or gym--I will miss everything else. so many inside jokes and stuff. high school is remarkable fun, I've found. there are a lot of silly, stupid people but a brain, a book, and a good collection of Divine Comedy songs I have found will sort that out.
my schedule starting Thursday; B day art, G day health, 2nd science, 3rd history, 4th english. I know a few people in my art class already, and one in my world civ. Yeah, I really don't actually know anyone.(it's entertaining seeing all my middle school friend's and their rapidly expanding social groups this year and their vast, vast knowledge of freshman gossip and I'm all like..."er, who are you talking about? I don't know who that is?". such a weirdo). Study will be sorely missed. I hear this particular science is hellish. art should be fun, health is a breeze bar the "OH MY GOD IT'S SO AWKWARD" stupid people who litter the classes and the lunch discussions and the universe, history sounds fun because it's actually different to what I've done before. english is my favorite subject generally though I've heard this year it's a bit disappointing. still, I'm a delusional nerd who's excited to read books this year, actually read not just own a copy of To Kill A Mockingbird for two months and be all like "he is racist. he isn't. the end".(cough cough 8th grade cough cough). I just heard Animal Farm is a selection? like, wow wow wow why didn't I know about this? next year or the year after, I hear we read The Great Gatsby which I really must pick up, and that will become the crux of my high school life, I think.
anyway, to staples tomorrow and the mall, to black swan the day after. possibility of a snow day so maybe something else, I don't know. it's like a 2nd weekend!
you find me without anything to say. i mean literally without words, not just the vapid stuff I babble on about most days. this sense of freedom is a funny thing. I read a lot today, especially Lucky and Peter Doherty's journal book thing, which is worth a read. I really want to be a Trilby or a Pork Pie hat. I actually can't wait until february, I'm counting down the days. for 28 days I try to shut off the world, read books, and listen to everything by Peter Doherty day after day. well at least i did last year. really, it's fun. I do wish he'd work on something now though. he's probably doing some 'Shambless stuff but it's not like anyone pays attention.
oh yeah, another 18+ dissappointment. Foals!(marry me, Yannis) Freelance Whales supporting! Wow! Ugh! Stupid people. sigh.
I'm gonna leave with a video again.
I discovered this lady today. the guitar is so, so beautiful. plus, I kinda have a thing for Guy Garvey. by 'thing' I mean I love him--who doesn't?--even though he is surely turning into Henry VIII. I listened to Leaders of the Free World all day today and it never stops being amazing. I heard he can't read music. I hate those sorts of people, writing some of the most amazing music of their time and not, technically, writing music in a literal sense. some of work hard and don't write anywhere near as astonishing music, Guy! whatever he does turns to audible gold which is why, Guy, I will literally pay you anything to drag your band around this country. K? K.
Good night.
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