My Funky Journal

I'm back.

Mon, 03 May 2004 18:45:32 GMT

Decided to start us this again. OD was a bit too confusing. So here I am. Now what to say?

So.
Today was a nice day. I visited the mighty Burgh of Edin to frequent the local trade establishments with my mum and her best friend. Was a very lovely, sunny morning but sadly I tan as well as Stephen Hawking raps so remain pasty and odd. Oompa loompa doobededoo. I get along much better with my mum than I do my dad. The household’s generally been much happier since he left. And I now have his old leather jacket so woo. I can now pretend to be Pete Doherty. I’ve also been a lot happier of late. 4 years of depression takes its toll on you but I’m perky now. Still something seems missing. 7 times though. Hmm. That’s too much. Last time on 1st August 2002 though so ok.
I don’t want o go to the wedding.

Went to the mighty shop that is Fopp and purchased a Nick Drake album to add to my collection of artists that have been mentioned alongside Tom McRae including Jeff Buckley, Ed Harcourt, Neil Finn and Elbow. All I need now is Josh Ritter, Josh Rouse, Damien Rice and Gemma Hayes. Also purchased mother’s birthday present – a mighty album o’ jazz including Jamie Cullum who I like a lot less after rather poor version of U2 classic. Oh well. At least Katie Melua was beautifully radiant with her incredible teeth and lovely little nose. And she will be at T. Must make wacky plan involving inflatable sheep, turnips and BBC sound effects record to accidentally bump into her and then make her fall in love with me through my sardonic charm and dry, sarcastic wit. Oh the possibilities.

Had bizarre dream last night involving Huncan, a cat, a swimming pool, San Francisco, me clearly stating that I don’t want to be a dentist and odd metaphor. Hmm. Maybe next year’s psychology course will help me understand it.

Also had best lunch I’ve had in many a day. Scrumpulitious indeed. Roslin Hotel thing is class. K
Yep, Bryter Layter is wonderful.

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Open Diary

Sun, 08 Feb 2004 23:28:12 GMT

Will probaly use www.opendiary.com from now on. I be BoyWithTheBubbleGun oo ar. I can't wait to see him.

A and B song

Sat, 07 Feb 2004 23:35:36 GMT

A says he's glad to be here
B's chaisng storms in the lightning state
Where every day above ground's a good day
And life is great
A's got a cocaine body
B's got a benylin brain
A knows he's gonna be somebody
B don't believe in fame

And all our time slips away

A's got a girl for each season
B's got a mail order bride
A knows he's headed for salvation
B's afraid to die
If hell is in the detail
Babe I'm a microscope
I know I'll live to see you swinging
Given enough rope

And all our time slips away

A's growing tired of conversation
He's ready for his final scene
B's whistling hotel California
Still living out the dream
Here we are together
Let's roll the dice just one more time
Odd number says we walk away now
Even says we die

And all our time slips away
And all our time slips away

in my life why do I give valuable time to people who don't care if i live or i die

Sat, 07 Feb 2004 23:27:40 GMT

I really, really hope that there's another step to evolution and we're not the supreme race because that would just be the most depressing thing ever. And today I learned how to nearly, sort of play Vehicles and Animals by the mighty Athlete. Woo and indeed hoo. Realised I will probaly never be able to play Yellow. Boo and indeed hoo. A fly that had been dead for many years fell on me. Was depressed after Hearts game then realised I didn't care about football that much anymore so was happy again. Have suspicions raised about something or someone. Wrote mybest line of poetry ever methinks. Moaned.

Girl Afraid

Sat, 07 Feb 2004 01:00:18 GMT

Girl afraid
Where do his intentions lay?

Or does he even have any

She says:
"He never really looks at me
I give him every oppurtunity
in the room downstairs
he sat and stared
in the room downstairs
he sat and stared
I'll never make that mistake again"

Boy afraid
prudence never pays

and everything she wants costs money

"But she doesn't ven LIKE me!
and I know because she said so
in the room downstairs
she sat and stared
in the room downstairs
she sat and stared
I'll never make that mistake again"

Spelling mistakes

Sat, 07 Feb 2004 00:08:06 GMT

this poem is entitled Spelling Corrections. Tis not by me alas but by some t'other quaint folk

Yesterday, yesterday, yesterday
Happiness, happiness, happiness

Today, today, today
Misery, misery, misery

Tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow
Death, death, death

Valentine's Day soon. Yes that's right VALENTINE'S Day NOT VALENTINES DAY YOU STUPID MOFO CRETINS WHO SHOULD JUST DIE. CRAWL INTO A FOETAL POSITION AND CRY FOR YOUR MUMMY WHILE DIEING. JUST DIE. I HATE YOU. YOU ARE SCUM. ESPECIALLY THOSE WHO SHOP OR WORK AT THE OFFICERS CLUB. DAMN YOU TO HELL (OR PENICUIK) FOR ETERNITY AND HAVE SATAN RAM COAL SCUTTLES UP YOUR RECTUM FOR THE REST OF TIME. WHILE LISTENING TO CRAPPITY CRAP MUSIC SUCH AS THE BLAZIN' SQUAD, NIRVANA AND DAVID BOWIE. HOW I HATE YOU.

Unless of course it was a genuine grammatical error then you're okay.

Got my geetar today. I love my guitar. It's wooden and shiny. I can nearly play "The Door" by Turin Brakes and the start of "Teenage Kicks" by The Undertones. I intend to learn how to play the majestic "A and B Song" by Tom McRae soon if only I find out what the hell Dm+5 means. Ho hum. Got really annoyed and depressed in English today for some reason. Did my thing to shut out the world by laying my left ear on my right hand. Being deaf in my right, this means everything souns all distorted and weird like in a narcotic or dream scene in a fillum. I immediatley felt better after doing this.

What I Did Today

Thu, 05 Feb 2004 21:22:06 GMT

Missed Bruce Forsyth. Damnation. Handed over a large amount of money to someone who I don't trust with a beanie baby. Pondered over how the funk I'm going to pass my exams de francais (see what I did there). Had an interesting converation with someone about how suspicious certain fruits and animals are (damn those small dogs, they can creep into your room without you knowing and bit off your toes). Listened to a damn good Neil Finn album. That was my day. Toodle pip and such and such.