A friend of mine grows his very own brambles
My ticket for the Portsmouth Cobra Starship show arrived today! Yayness. Me and onneonlights still need to organise things better because my parents are pretty twitchy about OMG STRANGE PERSON and all that. My ticket for the Brighton show should arrive soon. Although I'm never buying through the venue again-I'll just wait until Resident Music gets the tickets in store, their booking fee is only 50p instead of £1.65 plus £1 postage :M
I need to wash my hair, I keep procrastating about it (yeah I know weird) but I get in the shower and then get distracted by daydreaming and then the water goes cold and I can't be bothered.
Going into Brighton tomorrow, tbh I just like the bus ride. It gives me time to think and write (I usually end up writing lyrics or ficlets, nothing too complex) I want to ask the guy in the acoustic guitar shop if he'll teach me to play the mandolin, I want someone who won't yell at me when I can't understand to teach me to play guitar, I want to take photos of the West Pier from underneath its ruin, I want to see the struts of the Chain Pier and write stories of all the ghosts that used to walk along it, I want to drink coffee in the bookshops and pretend like I belong somewhere...
I'm kind of messed in the head right now, all nostalgic for people who never really knew me and I feel really weird about it. I never had close friends at school, because I never had much in common with anyone there. But I know I always talk about all the shit with bulling and being treated like I was retarded because of my Aspergers, but really there were some pretty fucking awesome people there. And I wish I hadn't lost touch with them, Simon and Jeremy and Lauren and Stephens and Chris-I don't even know where they are now, or what Unis they're going to. Jeremy is at Leeds Sixth Form, and I think Chris is at Northbrook (Worthing, which isn't too far) but even if I could get in touch with them I don't know if I would. It's been so long that I feel like I'm all rose-tinted specks, plus I've changed a lot, I'm more confident, even if it doesn't seem that way, and we're all into different things, they're all getting ready for their final college exams, getting ready to go off to university while I'm still looking for a job and trying to keep myself together. Even though I'm about a million times better than I used to be.
I feel like writing the weird little poems I used to live off, but some how the words don't really fit together how they used to, what comes out is sentences with a rise/fall/rise/fall/rise/fall sound to them when I say them out loud. Speak them to the roll of a drum or the rasp of old guitars. The curling of a liquid voice around rough words in flowing veins.
I need to wash my hair, I keep procrastating about it (yeah I know weird) but I get in the shower and then get distracted by daydreaming and then the water goes cold and I can't be bothered.
Going into Brighton tomorrow, tbh I just like the bus ride. It gives me time to think and write (I usually end up writing lyrics or ficlets, nothing too complex) I want to ask the guy in the acoustic guitar shop if he'll teach me to play the mandolin, I want someone who won't yell at me when I can't understand to teach me to play guitar, I want to take photos of the West Pier from underneath its ruin, I want to see the struts of the Chain Pier and write stories of all the ghosts that used to walk along it, I want to drink coffee in the bookshops and pretend like I belong somewhere...
I'm kind of messed in the head right now, all nostalgic for people who never really knew me and I feel really weird about it. I never had close friends at school, because I never had much in common with anyone there. But I know I always talk about all the shit with bulling and being treated like I was retarded because of my Aspergers, but really there were some pretty fucking awesome people there. And I wish I hadn't lost touch with them, Simon and Jeremy and Lauren and Stephens and Chris-I don't even know where they are now, or what Unis they're going to. Jeremy is at Leeds Sixth Form, and I think Chris is at Northbrook (Worthing, which isn't too far) but even if I could get in touch with them I don't know if I would. It's been so long that I feel like I'm all rose-tinted specks, plus I've changed a lot, I'm more confident, even if it doesn't seem that way, and we're all into different things, they're all getting ready for their final college exams, getting ready to go off to university while I'm still looking for a job and trying to keep myself together. Even though I'm about a million times better than I used to be.
I feel like writing the weird little poems I used to live off, but some how the words don't really fit together how they used to, what comes out is sentences with a rise/fall/rise/fall/rise/fall sound to them when I say them out loud. Speak them to the roll of a drum or the rasp of old guitars. The curling of a liquid voice around rough words in flowing veins.