I can Tell Your Future
Making your way in the world today
Takes everything you’ve got
Taking a break from all your worries
Sure would help all lot
Wouldn’t you like to get away?
Sometimes you wanna go
Where everybody knows your name
And their always glad you came
You wanna be where you can see
Troubles are all the same
You wanna go where everybody knows your name.
To Dom
I’m not yet old enough to find Christmas stressful but it seems everyone who’s a parent of young children goes mental. When I was walking down the street today I bumped into one of my neighbour who’s got two small boys. He was with a sketchy looking mate and they were both intoxicated (drunk). When I asked him how his Christmas was he just said “the boys loved it, they get so exited at Christmas as only kids can.”
I get exited at Christmas though and I’m not a child, no longer can I claim half fairs on buses or get into exhibitions free! It’s even better now that seeing my parents isn’t a daily occurrence. I think Mom and Dad are glad (more poetry) they can get away with giving me a few books, some lip balm and an accessory or two for Christmas. I already drain them of enough money day to day at university to expect a car (wait I can’t drive anyway) or an all expenses paid holiday to Romania (the place where all your wildest dreams come true.)
So I’m almost at the stage where the novelty of being in my family home has worn off…but not quite. My mom told me today I wasn’t going against my feminist ideals by simply brushing my hair and that perhaps I should take some more pride in my appearance. I told her this was almost an exact quote from Spaced and that I hadn’t failed to brush my hair because of feminism I hadn’t brushed my hair because I’m lazy. I have many plans for the upcoming week to keep me out of the house. Tomorrow, lunch with Ken, Wednesday, shopping with Harry, (he doesn’t know about this yet but he will!) Thursday MIFFYS BIRTHDAY, meaning shopping in Leicester also Lisa’s band is travelling to Leicester for a gig at the Shed, so I HAVE to go because deep down I do love that tiny venue an awful lot.
Friday is New Years Eve. I have no plans but I think it will probably involve drinking too much at someone’s house in order to have philosophical conversations about 2005 and what might happen in 2006.
I’ve started making up omens again. I’ve decided I can foretell the future by the shape of a walnut once you crack it open. I ate a Walnut last night and when I cracked it down the middle there was a perfect heart on one side (well not perfect exactly but you could defiantly tell what it was). This means that the next person I meet who’s mean to me (the hard shell…you see…you see what I’ve done there) actually loves me and then I’ll eat one of their most vital internal organ ahhhhh. Dropping cutlery is a sign of unspoken aggression (so watch out for anyone who is a waiter or a chef) finding a leaf in your hair means you’re going to make a good friend (Liam I will tell that anecdote till the day I die). I could spend all day making up signs and omens but I should conclude this entry now.
My Christmas rocked hardcore. I’m looking forward to getting back to Kingston but I’m not ready quite yet. I won’t see some of you until next year but what a fantastic year it shall be.
Kiss kiss darlings, and remember one mans garbage is another mans treasure.
Takes everything you’ve got
Taking a break from all your worries
Sure would help all lot
Wouldn’t you like to get away?
Sometimes you wanna go
Where everybody knows your name
And their always glad you came
You wanna be where you can see
Troubles are all the same
You wanna go where everybody knows your name.
To Dom
I’m not yet old enough to find Christmas stressful but it seems everyone who’s a parent of young children goes mental. When I was walking down the street today I bumped into one of my neighbour who’s got two small boys. He was with a sketchy looking mate and they were both intoxicated (drunk). When I asked him how his Christmas was he just said “the boys loved it, they get so exited at Christmas as only kids can.”
I get exited at Christmas though and I’m not a child, no longer can I claim half fairs on buses or get into exhibitions free! It’s even better now that seeing my parents isn’t a daily occurrence. I think Mom and Dad are glad (more poetry) they can get away with giving me a few books, some lip balm and an accessory or two for Christmas. I already drain them of enough money day to day at university to expect a car (wait I can’t drive anyway) or an all expenses paid holiday to Romania (the place where all your wildest dreams come true.)
So I’m almost at the stage where the novelty of being in my family home has worn off…but not quite. My mom told me today I wasn’t going against my feminist ideals by simply brushing my hair and that perhaps I should take some more pride in my appearance. I told her this was almost an exact quote from Spaced and that I hadn’t failed to brush my hair because of feminism I hadn’t brushed my hair because I’m lazy. I have many plans for the upcoming week to keep me out of the house. Tomorrow, lunch with Ken, Wednesday, shopping with Harry, (he doesn’t know about this yet but he will!) Thursday MIFFYS BIRTHDAY, meaning shopping in Leicester also Lisa’s band is travelling to Leicester for a gig at the Shed, so I HAVE to go because deep down I do love that tiny venue an awful lot.
Friday is New Years Eve. I have no plans but I think it will probably involve drinking too much at someone’s house in order to have philosophical conversations about 2005 and what might happen in 2006.
I’ve started making up omens again. I’ve decided I can foretell the future by the shape of a walnut once you crack it open. I ate a Walnut last night and when I cracked it down the middle there was a perfect heart on one side (well not perfect exactly but you could defiantly tell what it was). This means that the next person I meet who’s mean to me (the hard shell…you see…you see what I’ve done there) actually loves me and then I’ll eat one of their most vital internal organ ahhhhh. Dropping cutlery is a sign of unspoken aggression (so watch out for anyone who is a waiter or a chef) finding a leaf in your hair means you’re going to make a good friend (Liam I will tell that anecdote till the day I die). I could spend all day making up signs and omens but I should conclude this entry now.
My Christmas rocked hardcore. I’m looking forward to getting back to Kingston but I’m not ready quite yet. I won’t see some of you until next year but what a fantastic year it shall be.
Kiss kiss darlings, and remember one mans garbage is another mans treasure.