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Most vecks seem to be busy this noche.. Well you're either out getting ravishingly pissed or staying on msn and being 'Busy'. Well that's what Friday nights have taught me
I have not,I have not,I have not updated in a short while. I kind of don't know how to get the motivation to write in this...many things don't happen + when they do...they really don't. And I end up talking about the most boring things like a T.V Programme instead of talking about the Battle of the Bands I went to at the ABC in Glasgowtown. Now...I am going to do exactly that
You know (you don't know I'd imagine) the Shakespeare re-makes that have been on Monday nights BBC1. I did intend to watch but never really got around to it...so I came across The Taming Of The Shrew that Monday Noche and I must say that I fucking loved it :) I'd never heard of the actor Rufus Sewell before -a serious piece of gorgeousity + magic actor. He's starred in big movies and crap but I'd never seen the veck before. No one seemed to watch it...and I'm dying to talk about it so I've posted random forums around the place asking about it. Ahaha. We'll see
My solo in the acadamy is tommorow. Yuh. I'm scared. Counting is such a bratchney in this piece! Oh jeebus christe...that's about all I have to worry about. I can play it - as in the notes and pap but just cannit count. It is to faffing slow is what I say. Sean is coming to see me...apparantly instead of going to see his girlfriend. Wheeeoooppeeeee. Of course I bloody want to see him! But of course I bloody don't.
I wonder how much his hair has grown
I also wrote a 'poem' more of a kind of story about that battle of the bands. It makes little sense as usual. PHWOAR
One Noche
It started off not too shabby.
Gleam all round in ourselves.
The ride was hyper - a night away from our daytime 'hell'
Music was to be this night time.
A battle of the lesser bands;
but a time for some spying of foxes,
bopping like everthing,
a bit of liquid if someone decided to be foolish
Yet I wasn't to know I'd be tormented
- by every fox around.
I agree,this was the problem but this night...
Was a stranger one
What did happen?
(1)
Now ran from my vecks,
I stood in amoungst the stereotypes.
One fox (fox - I could confirm by the lights)
swayed and shouted with great and happy things
Soon the bright was on me.
Maybe I was a vison of intrest?
As I bopped myself to some strange sounds,
that this fox seemed to love
He looked at me.
I took a swatch at him.
He continued to stare,
with the most focoused beam ever -
Brighter than these blinding spots of colour
I turned again with some flutters to smile at him the same.
And I suceeded
(2)
That night my feelings didn't dance to well -
The one that's been inside for years (another fox)
Tormented well
That is why I ran from my vecks,
but not from them.
Not BECAUSE of them.
I love them even though they are subjected to 'his wrath'
I even accepted his gesture.
I didn't want to be touched,
because it was false and hateful
Remeber THE fox though - that gave me a great aura of hope,
for crazy and unconditional love and crap
You see,the fox made me steal his liquor one noche.
I have not,I have not,I have not updated in a short while. I kind of don't know how to get the motivation to write in this...many things don't happen + when they do...they really don't. And I end up talking about the most boring things like a T.V Programme instead of talking about the Battle of the Bands I went to at the ABC in Glasgowtown. Now...I am going to do exactly that
You know (you don't know I'd imagine) the Shakespeare re-makes that have been on Monday nights BBC1. I did intend to watch but never really got around to it...so I came across The Taming Of The Shrew that Monday Noche and I must say that I fucking loved it :) I'd never heard of the actor Rufus Sewell before -a serious piece of gorgeousity + magic actor. He's starred in big movies and crap but I'd never seen the veck before. No one seemed to watch it...and I'm dying to talk about it so I've posted random forums around the place asking about it. Ahaha. We'll see
My solo in the acadamy is tommorow. Yuh. I'm scared. Counting is such a bratchney in this piece! Oh jeebus christe...that's about all I have to worry about. I can play it - as in the notes and pap but just cannit count. It is to faffing slow is what I say. Sean is coming to see me...apparantly instead of going to see his girlfriend. Wheeeoooppeeeee. Of course I bloody want to see him! But of course I bloody don't.
I wonder how much his hair has grown
I also wrote a 'poem' more of a kind of story about that battle of the bands. It makes little sense as usual. PHWOAR
One Noche
It started off not too shabby.
Gleam all round in ourselves.
The ride was hyper - a night away from our daytime 'hell'
Music was to be this night time.
A battle of the lesser bands;
but a time for some spying of foxes,
bopping like everthing,
a bit of liquid if someone decided to be foolish
Yet I wasn't to know I'd be tormented
- by every fox around.
I agree,this was the problem but this night...
Was a stranger one
What did happen?
(1)
Now ran from my vecks,
I stood in amoungst the stereotypes.
One fox (fox - I could confirm by the lights)
swayed and shouted with great and happy things
Soon the bright was on me.
Maybe I was a vison of intrest?
As I bopped myself to some strange sounds,
that this fox seemed to love
He looked at me.
I took a swatch at him.
He continued to stare,
with the most focoused beam ever -
Brighter than these blinding spots of colour
I turned again with some flutters to smile at him the same.
And I suceeded
(2)
That night my feelings didn't dance to well -
The one that's been inside for years (another fox)
Tormented well
That is why I ran from my vecks,
but not from them.
Not BECAUSE of them.
I love them even though they are subjected to 'his wrath'
I even accepted his gesture.
I didn't want to be touched,
because it was false and hateful
Remeber THE fox though - that gave me a great aura of hope,
for crazy and unconditional love and crap
You see,the fox made me steal his liquor one noche.