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Dec. 19th, 2005 | 11:57 am
mood: amusedamused
music: Miles Davis - Freddie Freeloader

Fuck you, work. You are no longer a burden on my soul. I will be going out tonight with the intention of having a damn good drink before I go home. I'm very glad that Jim finally managed to get out for tonight. Everybody else who's still around had better be out, god damn you.

In other News, I caught Dave shoplifting last night. I was hungry so I decided to get a pizza from the Co-Op down the road. As I started my journey I saw a messy, fucked up individual just in front of me who looked absolutely terrible. Then I realised it was Dave, looking even worse than ever.

I passed him and walked into the Co-Op without saying a word or maintaining eye contact. He made a bee-line for the alcohol section while I went to get my pizza. I had a fairly decent view of him eyeing up all the intoxicating goodness that was the wine while I was browsing the frozen foods for munchies.

While paying, I notice a very embarassed looking Dave walk right past me and out the store. The girl behind the counter watched him do this. "I think he just stole some wine," I told her. "I know where he lives though." She laughed and said that if he did nick anything, the CCTV would've caught him. The thieving cunt.

Then I went home and ate my pizza. It was a fucking great pizza.

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Dec. 18th, 2005 | 02:35 pm


What a Jew.

Now that's out of the way, onto the subject of work. It's almost done. Ola's "Conflict and the culture of journalism" essay was a joke. I don't really give a shit if I do well, just that it's done and I can relax for the holidays. Relax, and get absolutely fucking obliterated on anything I can get my hands on. Maybe I'll drink some bleach to see if it gives me a buzz.

Any remaining work will be completed tonight, and then out comes the Absinthe. I'll be bringing it all home to drink over the Christmas holidays, so people will be welcome to a few shots if they can hack it.

I think I'm going to have to buy John something other than a Saddam Hussein mask because my mum forgot to buy one for me (I don't have an eBay account... if I did I'd spend all my money on worthless crap like everyone I know who has one... like bongos, for example).

Sundays are fucking boring. Wish I'd been on a night out before everyone fucked off home. I'm such a boring cunt.

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Dec. 17th, 2005 | 01:12 pm

Stolen from Sophie...Collapse )

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Dec. 16th, 2005 | 04:14 pm

Today me and Sophie posed in a photo for the Lincolnshire Echo. We were holding a cardboard donkey and smiling like twats. That was probably the last thing I expected to happen when I woke up this morning. I think the photographer was slightly senile. Also featuring in the picture is a fat, acne-covered loud-mouthed third year girl. I can't say it was a pleasure to talk to her, seeing as I've heard her yelling things around the Newsroom before. What a retard.

We should be contacted as to which edition of the Echo it will be in. I'm cutting that out and sticking it on here, without a single fucking doubt in my mind.

Andy isn't answering his phone and I'm trying to ask to crash at his for the night. It doesn't look like Pelican will be happening after all. Screw sleeping in a hostel on my own; I'll get bumraped.

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Dec. 15th, 2005 | 02:25 pm
mood: calmchilled to t3h m4x
music: Nirvana - Scentless Apprentice

Why the Hell do I do these things?

I pass a CD stall and just have to succumb to my baser instincts and temptation. But at a fiver per CD, I'd be retarded to turn down such bargains! Especially seeing as HMV fucking suck and the albums I bought would be double the price there.

But yes, I bought Nirvana's In Utero. A long time coming, if you ask me. The other was Kind of Blue by Miles Davis. John Coltrane featuring, so I'm in for a treat. I always told myself when I was younger "Ant, you will not become a Jazz fan. Jazz is for wankers." Yeah, well guess what. I like Jazz and I'm a wanker. I don't know whether or not the two are linked. Did my love of Jazz help me become the wanker I am today, or did the fact that I'm a wanker lead me to an appreciation of Jazz?

This is a vicious circle, my friends. A vicious, evil circle.

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Dec. 15th, 2005 | 12:36 pm
mood: awakeawake
music: Do you even have to ask?

Right, fuckers in the East Midlands area. Who's going to see Pelican?

I need a favour. There won't be any trains by the time the gig's finished (at least I don't think so), plus I don't know where the Horn in Hand is. I'm asking for a guide and a place to crash. Any takers? If so, come forth now! Come on, it's Pelican. We'd be idiots to miss this. Maybe an arrangement to meet somewhere in Nottingham that I know, like the Vic Centre?

If I don't get an offer, you all stink.

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Dec. 13th, 2005 | 04:30 pm
mood: goodgood
music: Pelican - Red Ran Amber (can you tell I like this band?)

I got tagged by Jim...Collapse )

In other news, I finished my Law essay 800 words over the 2000 word limit. Dick L'Orange said it was fine to go "a few-hundred words over the limit." I wonder if 800 counts as "a few." If not, I'll tell him I could've written even more and then fart in his face.

I also finished one of Ola's essays, "the audience as customers and consumers." I ended up arguing with myself that the self could either be a result of its media input or influenced by the group in which it belongs. Too much causal bullshit for my liking, but at least it's over and my bibliography looks reasonable.

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Dec. 12th, 2005 | 01:59 pm
mood: pessimistickill yourself
music: Pelican - March to the Sea

Epiphanies: -

  • I don't want to be a Journalist anymore.
  • A person taught by a failure is almost certainly destined to become a failure.
  • 90% of the people on this course are complete fucking idiots.
  • I should've taken a plumbing/electrician's apprenticeship instead of all this shit.
  • Most people only talk because it stops them from thinking.
  • The only way out of my worthless fucking life is music.

Mogwai's new album has leaked onto the Internet. Something to cheer me up, I suppose.

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Dec. 11th, 2005 | 06:25 pm
mood: okayokay
music: Pelican - March to the Sea

Message to blood_junkie:

Get yourself some Pelican. If there's anyone I know who'd like them immediately (barring Jenn because I'm her bitch when it comes to music), it's you Andy. If you haven't got any of their albums by the time I post this, I will break into your house and pee on your carpets.

And as an end note, people who type "yew" instead of "you" deserve to have their genitals slashed to pieces.

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Dec. 10th, 2005 | 06:22 pm
mood: chipperchipper
music: Hudson - I didn't know I could run that fast

Three things to report: -

After going shopping with mum today I picked up Pelican's 'The fire in our throats will beckon the thaw,' and it's absolutely breathtaking. I have a feeling they'll soon become my favourite band. Instrumental, technical and heavy. What else could I ever have hoped for? We also happened upon a card shop that sells personalised cards (your name printed on the front of it, just in case you still don't know who it's for after it's been opened). To my dismay, my name wasn't in the rack. Mohammed was, but I certainly wasn't. I hope you have a very merry Christmas, Mohammed. You fucking bastard.

After me and Ben laid the groundwork for a new song, Hudson finally worked on it as a collective. I am genuinely proud of it, and the heavy part is just fantastic. The whole song's pretty much two riffs, but damn does it get loud. We decided to call it 'I didn't know I could run that fast.' It references Bill and Ted's Bogus Journey. Where it is in the film, I'll leave you to find.

I need to do my Uni work.

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