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I'm tidying and vaguely listening to a French news podcast for study.
im going to do what i do most nights - sweet ef a.
today i did my bit for democracy and voted. surprised to see sinn fein fielding *two* candidates, considering they got like 2 votes OEVRALL last year
I didn't really pick out much, though. Except that it actually ended with "CH-CH-CH-CHANGES!"
no changes will actually happen mind, you must have heard wrong :D
listening to some french music might help! have you go "Il est cinq heures, Paris S'Éveille"? good album, nothing can rly compare to 60's french pop
I will check out your link upon finishing this podcast.
but i'm more interested in all the local ales i just bought from the farm shop. yas.
"Are you doing anything tomorrow night?" I replied saying "I don't, I am free". Then he didn't text me back. What's the deal with that? I sent him another text today saying "Did you want to know if I was doing anything tonight for a reason or are you just curious what I do with my time?" Checking up on me possibly.
Christ, the amount of mistakes of this nature I've made today is unreal...
i am going to go out when it gets dark and go for a ride to the forest.
could be werewolves, havent you read the goosebumps books?
i have loads of garlic and crosses and silver bullets and stuff. in my backpack. CONSTANT VIGILANCE.
garlic is for vampires, and silver bullets will melt if you try and shoot them
nice knowing ya anyway, ENJOY BEING EATEN BY WEREWOLVES
maybe you have dead meat, idk, none of my bizness rly
i'm a far more fearful character than a WEREWOLF. they have nothing on my scariness and ferocity. NOTHING, DOOD, NOTHING.
i've already eaten one box of the stuff today.
of all places
but I'm jotting down some ideas as we speak
my best idea so far is sitting up all night long at the foot of my bed
I've also come out from under my rock and am listening to Camera Obscura for the first time... dunno how I missed this, it's great.
such as free press and the european union and my favourite,the envirionment.
i am listening to grizzly bear nice and loud and am planning on finishing the night with some grammar. delicious.
I recall listening to half of Yellow House once and not liking it... I'll give it another go.
i am actually listening to camera obscura..they are one of those bands that i didn't really ever think about. i do like them actually.
'On a Neck, On a Spit' sounds both familiar and good, I like that one (probably because it sounds more immediate). Yeah.
I am not at all sure to begin with and also, I thought I listened to them once before and didn't like it.??
I just listened to My Maudlin Career on Spotify, cos that's all they've got, and it was great. There are a few songs available on Last.fm, it seems.
that sounded accusatory :(
To follow: make my house look presentable cos I've got a friend coming to visit tomorrow who I haven't seen in six months and I don't want him to know what kind of squalor I live in. Then maybe a Golden Glory and HIGNFY. Win.
I have these beers to drink:
There's an interesting-sounding documentary on Island Records on BBC4 at 9, might watch that. Also got an Eels dvd and Cronenberg's "Eastern Promises" to watch. Might try and bully some friends into coming to ATP with me. Got a shit load of new music-related stuff to check out. I'll probably end the night lying stoned on my bed playing PS3, as has been the pattern for the last few Fridays.
I might go out tomorrow night though - I think my recent resolution to stay in for two months was a little far fetched. I am actually missing my friends, but if it's gonna be a repeat of last Saturday I don't think I'll bother.
there's nothing of interest on tv. i think i might make a smoothie pretty soon
gonna drink bottle of buckfast, head in to see The Stunning play down in the docks in Galway, then head to house party.
the last 24 hours have possibly being the most fucked up 24 hours in my life. in both good and bad ways.
then tidying up my room (cos there's gonna be a boy here tomorrow and I must tend to the floordrobe else he'll think I'm a slob)
Then eating ice cream whilst admiring my scabs and chuckling to myself over my chuff joke earlier.
I may also go so far as to paint my nails in preparation for the wedding tomorrow.
At the moment he's hot again.
Sure we'll be back in the swing of things soon and back to cold.
Doing the ironing!!!
Drinking another lovely can of Red Bull Cola (It's got co-caine in it!)
It's been banned in Germany and Canada! All I know is I simply can't stop drinking it!
I miss him :(
Sorry, I'm just amazed no one already did that joke.
how am i supposed to distinguish Liszt from Chopin?... rubbish exam
i'm open to suggestions
an hilarious "better recheck your chopin lizst" joke
i worked a 16 hour day!
cantona is on Woss
and i might watch that spanish timecrimes movie
My Newcastle save is up to a point where the volume of regen players is taking over real players and that's not that fun, and I can't really get into my newish Everton save because I've learnt that as much as I respect and like Moyes I couldn't give a shit about his team.
I'm thinking going for Man City: enough money to buy players I like and am interested in and the challenge of breaking into the successful clique at the top.
I've just finished the first season on FM09 with Arsenal, looking to build a side of London based players. Shipped quite a few out over the season, brought a couple in and trying to blood the locally bred youngsters. It's not altogether easy. Also, I had no idea that Steven Taylor was a London boy.
I have to work at 8 tomorrow, until 4. Then again on Sunday morning. I'm going to petition for the next two days to be named something other than a weekend.
Probably going to watch some Lost online, I'm pretty hooked on season 2 atm.
No, I'm drinking wine. Watching Monday's Ashes to Ashes before HIGNFY in half an hour. I must take things easy tonight as I've got a driving lesson in the morning.
I might study, but I've just started reading Alice in Wonderland. Might go to a jazz-type gig at a cafe later, but I guess where my friend goes to uni there is a Greek Festival that I'd like to go to but I also feel like staying in just relaxing. I think I'm gonna head back to the sun in a couple minutes (it's quite hot here, how is Chicago?)
It's been late winter/early spring level chilly at times in the past couple of days. I don't know if this means you should expect a cold front soon, or if we should expect your warm front. (In any case, it'll likely only get warmer here.)
A Greek Festival as in a fraternity/sorority party thing, or as in a neighborhood of Greek immigrants and descendants of Greek immigrants having a street festival?
Apparently Kalamazoo (where she lives) has quite a few festivals in the summer for various things.
I really hope it doesn't get cold, it's finally warmed back up after being cold the start of the week and I want to make it to the first visit to the beach soon :)
but till then, I'm sat listening to Slanted and Enchanted, supping on some booze. There's a girl sat on my floor playing Sonic, yelling at Tails 'You've just lost all of the fucking rings!'.
I'd never let a strange girl near Sonic. Or Tails.
she's up to Mystic Cave already. She drew a picture of me and a mate on a horse as well.
Which are you?
the real thing isn't nearly as impressive.
it may not always be so; and i say
that if your lips, which i have loved, should touch
another's, and you dear strong fingers clutch
his heart, as mine in time not far away;
if on another's face your sweet hair lay
in such a silence as i kow, or such
great writhing words as, uttering overmuch,
stand helplessly before the spirit at bay;
if this should be, i say if this should be --
you of my heart, send me a little word;
that i may go unto him, and take his hands,
saying, Accept all happiness from me.
Then shall i turn my face, and hear one bird
sing terribly afar in the lost lands.
Come live with me, and be my love,
And we will some new pleasures prove
Of golden sands, and crystal brooks,
With silken lines, and silver hooks.
There will the river whispering run
Warmed by thy eyes, more than the sun.
And there the'enamoured fish will stay,
Begging themselves they may betray.
When thou wilt swim in that live bath,
Each fish, which every channel hath,
Will amorously to thee swim,
Gladder to catch thee, than thou him.
If thou, to be so seen, be'st loth,
By sun, or moon, thou darkenest both,
And if myself have leave to see,
I need not their light, having thee.
Let others freeze with angling reeds,
And cut their legs, with shells and weeds,
Or treacherously poor fish beset,
With strangling snare, or windowy net:
Let coarse bold hands, from slimy nest
The bedded fish in banks out-wrest,
Or curious traitors, sleavesilk flies
Bewitch poor fishes' wandering eyes.
For thee, thou need'st no such deceit,
For thou thyself art thine own bait,
That fish, that is not catched thereby,
Alas, is wiser far than I
Should I post another one?
and boring. If you like?
But yes....please! Gimme more!
I'll go Simon Armitage on your asses.
I carry your heart with me (I carry it in my heart)
I am never without it (anywhere I go you go, my dear; and whatever is done by only me is your doing, my darling)
I fear no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet)
I want no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you
here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart
I carry your heart (I carry it in my heart)
One more before joey gets his Armitage out
Has I the heavens' embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
I looked at your profile ages ago and went into your flickr, I wanted to tell you that I LOVE this...
But I'd forgotten whose profile I'd gone through to get to it.
So yeah, I love it and want it.
You can have it if you want... it's only sat in one of my sketchbooks somewhere.
I'd rather it go on someone's wall that would appreciate it. PLUS! It's much prettier in real life because you can see the pencil marks.
I'll write you a crappy poem in exchange.
It's only A4 size so it's nothing major to post.
I am very bothered when I think
of the bad things I have done in my life.
Not least that time in the chemistry lab
when I held a pair of scissors by the blades
and played the handles
in the naked lilac flame of the Bunsen burner;
then called your name, and handed them over.
O the unrivalled stench of branded skin
as you slipped your thumb and middle finger in,
then couldn't shake off the two burning rings. Marked,
the doctor said, for eternity.
Don't believe me, please, if I say
that was just my butterfingered way, at thirteen,
of asking you if you would marry me.
Will let you know how I get on!
Any other classics to suggest?
to either a pub or my friends house or more likely a lengthy interlude between both happening
fuck walking to the pub. Mates it is then.
will check it out on Sunday