I was finally able to upload the videos from the Used's concert last month!




And these two are my favourite pictures of the night. Unedited and stuff. Because I am much too busy to be fussing over details and Jeph was awfully lovely.




Days remaining (a): 10
Days remaining (b): 27

(a) Submit 1,750 word Politics and Journalism essay
(b) Submit 1,000 word Popular Culture essay plan

Feeling: Lazy
Listening to: How Lucky We Are by Meiko

I want double nostril piercings.

Why is work so repulsive?

One day, we'll get out of this shitty apartment.

Analyse that.

Listening to: Your Call by Secondhand Serenade

Waiting for your call, I'm sick. Call, I'm angry. Call, I'm desperate for your voice.

Today was a pretty average day and then it just segwayed seamlessly downhill for no apparent reason.

(I couldn't help myself. My lecturer used the phrase "segway seamlessly" instead of "moving on,..." when he changed topics in his lecture today and I think I was the only person to find this amusing because, though I don't understand why, I was the only one laughing.)

And I'm tired of being all alone, and this solitary moment makes me want to come back home.

Listening to: Hide And Seek by Imogen Heap

For a never-ending sunrise, click. Right now, the sun is rising in Tiruvannamalai, India, 8,408 kilometres away from Cardiff where it is dark and cold and sleepy.

And I shall be travelling back in time within the next fifty five minutes. Should be exciting. (Oh, shit. It went by unnoticed and I completely missed it. Hahahahahahahahahahaha. Oh, time. You sly thing.)

Hold on tight, kids.

Ransom notes keep falling out your mouth.

If there are seedless grapes, how do they grow?

Do not Google. I think I'd like this question to wander around in my brain for a while.

Maybe later you can destroy the magic of life in an instant with your plain and boring and perfectly logical explanations. Maybe later we can laugh and laugh but never feel joy. Maybe later we can run and hide and cry because we're alone (I went a bit overboard with that, hahahahaha).

Remember when I said "After Thursday, I'll have something to tell you"? Let's give it until the end of next week instead.

Feeling: Unusual
Listening to: A Line Allows Progress, A Circle Does Not by Bright Eyes

Feeling: Confused
Listening to: The Twist by Chubby Checker

I've been listening to a lot of oldies. It seems to cheer me up. And kind of, in a creepy way, makes me want to dance in a silly fashion. But let's not speak of that. Let's speak of how I've just realised how many pre-90's songs feature men singing abnormally high. But it's cool. It's cool.

After Thursday, I'll have something to tell you.

(I must confess, throughout this whole post, I was saying "SheeeeeeeeeEEEEErrrrryyyyyyyyyy" over and over again in head, and dying to play Frankie Valli and the Four Seasons, and I just did so now I'm fine.)

How do you keep the music playing?

Listening to: Kissing You Goodbye by The Used

While searching for remedies before anything serious happened, I found out the proper name for a runny nose is "Rhinorrhea."

That is awesome.

And this is a pretty song.

Feeling: Tired

It is only 12:31 in the afternoon and I am tired. Tired and sore and hungry.

Something must be wrong with me! D:

But let us think of other things now, like how I am a Velociraptor and you are a Brachiosaurus. :] Mmmm. Dinosaurs.

Oh, my God, I just realised why the cover of my book has a T-shaped hole in the middle of it. At first, I just wondered why they would put the hole there. Then, I realised it was where an S had been printed, and I read the title - Manufacturing Content, but then the T was replaced with an S making it Manufacturing Consent, and I let out a long understanding "Oh" and congratulated myself on figuring out the wordplay.

Now, I shall go make myself a celebratory cup of green tea with lemon and garlic bread (But oh, how I wish I was going to eat lau shu fan instead).

Feeling: Annoyed
Listening to: Gasoline by Brand New

I am now listening to Brand New's new album, and they do indeed sound different, but you can't really expect people to remain exactly the same forever. I'm sure they went through lots of different experiences and felt different things to finally come to what they have now. And it is beautiful.

I think the only reason I get all the books on my reading list out of the library is so I know I at least put in some kind of effort early on and not at the last minute, because when it actually comes to doing work, it is very difficult to get myself to focus on doing what I'm meant to be doing. And talking to myself only provides me with another method of distraction.

Have you ever wondered why you do the things you do? When did you decide you preferred this over that? How did you come to that conclusion? Why? Where did these ideas come from? What is life? Who am I?

Feeling: Hungry

You know what's even funnier? Fun-sized bananas for kids.

Hehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehe.

Brand New and InMe have new albums out, by the way.

Just keeping the public informed.