A day of pwesantwies...
I awoke, realised it was late-ish and did stuff for a while before Nicola came round. She was going to bring UT round, which I was somewhat skeptical about as I feel I have been watching too many screens intently over the last few days (hence the headache yesterday). This came in the form of DVDs and PS2 games. (My monitor, my natural lighting, doesn't count, of course =P).
The lack of UT didn't matter, then, as I had toast (four half slices with butter on) for my breakfast to keep me company instead. She appeared and we sat in my garden talking leisurely about my film: 'Girls and Boys', which she seemed to like (yey!). I have had some difficulty trying to explain exactly what I mean when I describe the first scene and it seems like Nicola understood at least slightly. I haven't talked to her solitarily for a long time and the conversation between us flowed with surprising ease. I
t was nice, to say the very least. Even moreso with the sun and the large ecosystem in the back garden to keep us entertained (the beauty:butterflies, the music: crickets, the interest: newts and various plants). Then Phil rang and I ran haphazardly down the garden to answer the phone (in my socks). He asked if he could appear, I consented. Then Phil appeared.
From then on, we went to the shop and Philly bought ice-cream and iced gems (for me) and some vile chocolate flavoured drink. I put on Pulp Fiction (hmm, how I never tire of it) and ate some of Phil's ice-cream. At this point I remembered that dad would probably be annoyed with me if I didn't do some tidying, so I tried to empty the dishwasher. I then found a nail file, which happened to be just the thing I needed (a miracle?) as my hands and fingers were being yucky. So I started doing that instead. Phil and Nicola realised I was missing and told me to come back. Later on in the day, my dad came home and had a heated exchange of words with me regarding the lack of tidiness. He refused to believe that the clean stuff that had been partly taken out before I found the nail file was due to my conscientiousness. The intention *was* there, I swear.
Nicola was still here when Terry, my drumming teacher, was due. So I bade her farewell ans waited for him. I may as well just assume my drumming lesson to be 19:00, instead of the supposed 28:45. He hardly ever appears before 7pm. We found that he'd sprung a raise in his prices again. (When we started last summer, it was £15, now it's £24). This came as a bit of a surprise and it annoyed me. But hell, he's a good teacher. He seemed somewhat impressed with my skillage on the kit today and said that I'd really opened my ears and engaged with what I was listening to, and produced some very tight and interesting fills that went with the stuff that was being played. I blame it on my inspiration from WOMAD and playing for Snowburn. Good stuff.
My dad told me a lot of interesting stuff about writing screenplays, as I was discussing 'Possession of the Righteous' with him. He told me what should and shouldn't be present in a screenplay, told me that there are competitions for such things, that part of the discipline was to make films which complied with film festivals (if you wanted to enter into them), which was obvious but not always clear.
I have the creative surge of d00m again, which is nice.
Oh, and tomorrow has been arranged by Phil that I am going to Nicola's house with everyone else. I got somewhat annoyed that Titch appeared somewhat less reluctant to do this than, say, go somewhere with me. When was the last time that happened?
The lack of UT didn't matter, then, as I had toast (four half slices with butter on) for my breakfast to keep me company instead. She appeared and we sat in my garden talking leisurely about my film: 'Girls and Boys', which she seemed to like (yey!). I have had some difficulty trying to explain exactly what I mean when I describe the first scene and it seems like Nicola understood at least slightly. I haven't talked to her solitarily for a long time and the conversation between us flowed with surprising ease. I
t was nice, to say the very least. Even moreso with the sun and the large ecosystem in the back garden to keep us entertained (the beauty:butterflies, the music: crickets, the interest: newts and various plants). Then Phil rang and I ran haphazardly down the garden to answer the phone (in my socks). He asked if he could appear, I consented. Then Phil appeared.
From then on, we went to the shop and Philly bought ice-cream and iced gems (for me) and some vile chocolate flavoured drink. I put on Pulp Fiction (hmm, how I never tire of it) and ate some of Phil's ice-cream. At this point I remembered that dad would probably be annoyed with me if I didn't do some tidying, so I tried to empty the dishwasher. I then found a nail file, which happened to be just the thing I needed (a miracle?) as my hands and fingers were being yucky. So I started doing that instead. Phil and Nicola realised I was missing and told me to come back. Later on in the day, my dad came home and had a heated exchange of words with me regarding the lack of tidiness. He refused to believe that the clean stuff that had been partly taken out before I found the nail file was due to my conscientiousness. The intention *was* there, I swear.
Nicola was still here when Terry, my drumming teacher, was due. So I bade her farewell ans waited for him. I may as well just assume my drumming lesson to be 19:00, instead of the supposed 28:45. He hardly ever appears before 7pm. We found that he'd sprung a raise in his prices again. (When we started last summer, it was £15, now it's £24). This came as a bit of a surprise and it annoyed me. But hell, he's a good teacher. He seemed somewhat impressed with my skillage on the kit today and said that I'd really opened my ears and engaged with what I was listening to, and produced some very tight and interesting fills that went with the stuff that was being played. I blame it on my inspiration from WOMAD and playing for Snowburn. Good stuff.
My dad told me a lot of interesting stuff about writing screenplays, as I was discussing 'Possession of the Righteous' with him. He told me what should and shouldn't be present in a screenplay, told me that there are competitions for such things, that part of the discipline was to make films which complied with film festivals (if you wanted to enter into them), which was obvious but not always clear.
I have the creative surge of d00m again, which is nice.
Oh, and tomorrow has been arranged by Phil that I am going to Nicola's house with everyone else. I got somewhat annoyed that Titch appeared somewhat less reluctant to do this than, say, go somewhere with me. When was the last time that happened?