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Life as usual.
A few things going on. In reverse chronological order.
-In Glasgow. Headed to Edinburgh tomorrow. Going to drink a lot with Andy... lock ourselves in his room and write some songs, try our best not to creep the fuck out. Frankly after the social... the social... whoring? the social... something, that I have been doing... I don't know. It will be good to sit and do something meaningful.
-Pam is amazing. I gave her a sooper hard time tonight about Mat and she took it like a champ. Curly blonde undergarments. Mmmm.
-I'm still the only kid I fucking know who likes Scotch. Andy can stomache it but he doesn't love it. Pam can't even handle a sip.
-Mclusky last night. Way more than I thought they'd be. Hugely entertaining live band. Hugely talented. There are no attractive females in Scotland. Yet. Apart from our tender at Soba tonight. She was absolutely fucking gorgeous. Why are there no girls like that at Dartmouth? Pam said to me: "Thats your type? Theres no one like that at Dartmouth. Especially with Tattoos." and it really depressed me because it is fucking TRUE. In some ways I think I've grown far far beyond Hanover, necessarily so, of course. I've always been an arrogant fuck and I'm more so now. After London and meeting so many amazing people, and really feeling free to do just about anything I wanted with whoever I wanted... after meeting so many people who are fucking important in music today, and actually hanging out with them... sharing a drink, talking to them. Listening to the Killers by candlelight and taking off my boots in a house I'll never see again. Invitation to Thanksgiving with the coolest people in London, and having to decline. Going out and having Andy say "The cigarette machine seems the cool place to hang out." and being able to recall all the experiences I've had against that cigarette machine, and how many times I've nearly knocked it over.
Rant mode... (didn't mean to go here.)
Life is simultaneously more and less than you allow it to be. The more people I met this Fall the more I began to feel that they were all the same. I really began to... to be able to interact with whoever, to tell them what they wanted to hear, to act in ways that made me approachable, or likeable, or what have you, to just about anyone. And sometimes that is sickening. Sometimes that feels like a life that means a lot less than life should. But most of the time, when my head is on straight, it is exactly what it is: happiness. And I am thankful for the friends I made. I'll miss you guys. Maybe I'll do a London in memorandum post later on?
MY WEEKEND IN LONDON WITH ANDY:
Friday:
-Had my last meeting with Olwen. I will miss her terribly. But the play I am writing is a good one and I will make it great for her. Went home and slept. Woke up to voices, pissed, Anna was in my flat?, felt sick and disgusted, went back to sleep. Woke up after a time and took a shower. Drank some Kronenbourg with Andy. Got gussied up. Went with Victor + Andy to see Sweeney Todd. Didn't like it but respected it. Went to bedrock. Pursued a couple gorgeous ladies. Talked with one over a cigarette towards the end of the night. Her name was Lolita and she was 16. I laughed. Andy danced like fucking mad. Musical highlights:
Walkmen
Interpol
Pulp
Andy will of course add Futureheads and countless other tracks. Went home. Went to sleep.
Saturday:
-Packed and cleaned. Met Tim Sun for dinner at my favorite pub. Became absolutely fucking disgusted with Tim Sun. Walked around with Andy for a long time because we'd missed the bacchae in our attempts to make Tim Sun less lame. Found an arcade. Spent 10 pounds on fucking Time Crisis 3! That game rules. Walked around some more. Went to a neat bakery, but had a terrible Canoli. Why lemon bits? Why? Had a rather depressing conversation with Andy about how I view life these days. Its a fucking carrot on a stick and I prefer alcohol and saliva to carrots. In ten years you can find me in a ditch, thank you. Went to see The Go Team! The Go Team rocked. Club was even lamer than I've come to know it to be in recent weeks. But this only provided hilarious times for Andy and myself. DJ fucked it up continually, but played Jackie Wilson at 3:30 in the morning and we went nuts. I guess I can't really describe the moments that made this night so amazing, but it really was. I pretty much laughed the whole time. A sickening, arrogant sort of laughter. Apologies to the girls.
-Went home, stayed up all night to catch the bus up to Glasgow at 8am.
Sunday:
-Slept all day on bus. Got really sad at one point listening to music. Then fell asleep. Got happy when I saw Pam. MCLUSKY! Already detailed.
Okay I guess thats all I have to write for now.
"My love is bigger than your love/ And we're all going straight to hell."
A few things going on. In reverse chronological order.
-In Glasgow. Headed to Edinburgh tomorrow. Going to drink a lot with Andy... lock ourselves in his room and write some songs, try our best not to creep the fuck out. Frankly after the social... the social... whoring? the social... something, that I have been doing... I don't know. It will be good to sit and do something meaningful.
-Pam is amazing. I gave her a sooper hard time tonight about Mat and she took it like a champ. Curly blonde undergarments. Mmmm.
-I'm still the only kid I fucking know who likes Scotch. Andy can stomache it but he doesn't love it. Pam can't even handle a sip.
-Mclusky last night. Way more than I thought they'd be. Hugely entertaining live band. Hugely talented. There are no attractive females in Scotland. Yet. Apart from our tender at Soba tonight. She was absolutely fucking gorgeous. Why are there no girls like that at Dartmouth? Pam said to me: "Thats your type? Theres no one like that at Dartmouth. Especially with Tattoos." and it really depressed me because it is fucking TRUE. In some ways I think I've grown far far beyond Hanover, necessarily so, of course. I've always been an arrogant fuck and I'm more so now. After London and meeting so many amazing people, and really feeling free to do just about anything I wanted with whoever I wanted... after meeting so many people who are fucking important in music today, and actually hanging out with them... sharing a drink, talking to them. Listening to the Killers by candlelight and taking off my boots in a house I'll never see again. Invitation to Thanksgiving with the coolest people in London, and having to decline. Going out and having Andy say "The cigarette machine seems the cool place to hang out." and being able to recall all the experiences I've had against that cigarette machine, and how many times I've nearly knocked it over.
Rant mode... (didn't mean to go here.)
Life is simultaneously more and less than you allow it to be. The more people I met this Fall the more I began to feel that they were all the same. I really began to... to be able to interact with whoever, to tell them what they wanted to hear, to act in ways that made me approachable, or likeable, or what have you, to just about anyone. And sometimes that is sickening. Sometimes that feels like a life that means a lot less than life should. But most of the time, when my head is on straight, it is exactly what it is: happiness. And I am thankful for the friends I made. I'll miss you guys. Maybe I'll do a London in memorandum post later on?
MY WEEKEND IN LONDON WITH ANDY:
Friday:
-Had my last meeting with Olwen. I will miss her terribly. But the play I am writing is a good one and I will make it great for her. Went home and slept. Woke up to voices, pissed, Anna was in my flat?, felt sick and disgusted, went back to sleep. Woke up after a time and took a shower. Drank some Kronenbourg with Andy. Got gussied up. Went with Victor + Andy to see Sweeney Todd. Didn't like it but respected it. Went to bedrock. Pursued a couple gorgeous ladies. Talked with one over a cigarette towards the end of the night. Her name was Lolita and she was 16. I laughed. Andy danced like fucking mad. Musical highlights:
Walkmen
Interpol
Pulp
Andy will of course add Futureheads and countless other tracks. Went home. Went to sleep.
Saturday:
-Packed and cleaned. Met Tim Sun for dinner at my favorite pub. Became absolutely fucking disgusted with Tim Sun. Walked around with Andy for a long time because we'd missed the bacchae in our attempts to make Tim Sun less lame. Found an arcade. Spent 10 pounds on fucking Time Crisis 3! That game rules. Walked around some more. Went to a neat bakery, but had a terrible Canoli. Why lemon bits? Why? Had a rather depressing conversation with Andy about how I view life these days. Its a fucking carrot on a stick and I prefer alcohol and saliva to carrots. In ten years you can find me in a ditch, thank you. Went to see The Go Team! The Go Team rocked. Club was even lamer than I've come to know it to be in recent weeks. But this only provided hilarious times for Andy and myself. DJ fucked it up continually, but played Jackie Wilson at 3:30 in the morning and we went nuts. I guess I can't really describe the moments that made this night so amazing, but it really was. I pretty much laughed the whole time. A sickening, arrogant sort of laughter. Apologies to the girls.
-Went home, stayed up all night to catch the bus up to Glasgow at 8am.
Sunday:
-Slept all day on bus. Got really sad at one point listening to music. Then fell asleep. Got happy when I saw Pam. MCLUSKY! Already detailed.
Okay I guess thats all I have to write for now.
"My love is bigger than your love/ And we're all going straight to hell."