Well that lacked point...
Went out with Hana and Tori tonight. First to the Furness Halloween thingie-ma-jig in the bar. Lame. I was a devil... well I am a devil, since I haven't taken all of the costume off yet. I saw about fifty other devils. No big surprise.
Then we went to some pub in the market at which there was open mic night. Lame. Was bored.
Then went to Toast, which had Alternative Night... or maybe it was indie night. Whatever. And they had The Shining going on on the big screen. Still lame. Tori was drunk waaayyy off her ass. Literally. Hana was... not that drunk, but not that far, I think.
Conclusion (that I've come to before and not bothered to acknowledge yet)? Going to a bar is boring. And going to a bar-like club is boring. Especially if you don't take any funny drunks with you. Or at least somebody you can talk to or at least that will talk at you for the whole time. Bleh.
So now that I've neglected to do Indie Studies homework again (I knew I couldn't trust myself with that course) I shall have to get up at a reasonable hour tomorrow and do it. At least I already made a start on my Music Tech coursework, piddly as it may be, that I can blag at my teacher with tomorrow at tutorials. I still think I stole it from somewhere. I hate that feeling I get when I compose a song where I put it into the computer and listen back to it, and it sounds really familiar, but I can't figure out if it sounds familiar because I stole it from somewhere or because I've been thinking about it for a week. It irritates the shit out of me. I wish I could remember what I wrote and didn't write with music as easily as I do it with writing.
And I'm still sick. Going out couldn't have helped it, I suppose. But like that guy said the other day, I'm already halfway there, I should just finish myself off. I may actually be dead by the end of the week. Let's go!
On the upside. Starhawk updated. Cam and Hunter! [insert squee here] Now, should I be responsible and go to bed or stay up and read it?
Who am I kidding? Even if I went to bed now, I'd still end up getting up and reading it later. May as well pre-emptive strike it.
ETA: Oh shit. The make-up won't come off. Well, this is pleasant.
Then we went to some pub in the market at which there was open mic night. Lame. Was bored.
Then went to Toast, which had Alternative Night... or maybe it was indie night. Whatever. And they had The Shining going on on the big screen. Still lame. Tori was drunk waaayyy off her ass. Literally. Hana was... not that drunk, but not that far, I think.
Conclusion (that I've come to before and not bothered to acknowledge yet)? Going to a bar is boring. And going to a bar-like club is boring. Especially if you don't take any funny drunks with you. Or at least somebody you can talk to or at least that will talk at you for the whole time. Bleh.
So now that I've neglected to do Indie Studies homework again (I knew I couldn't trust myself with that course) I shall have to get up at a reasonable hour tomorrow and do it. At least I already made a start on my Music Tech coursework, piddly as it may be, that I can blag at my teacher with tomorrow at tutorials. I still think I stole it from somewhere. I hate that feeling I get when I compose a song where I put it into the computer and listen back to it, and it sounds really familiar, but I can't figure out if it sounds familiar because I stole it from somewhere or because I've been thinking about it for a week. It irritates the shit out of me. I wish I could remember what I wrote and didn't write with music as easily as I do it with writing.
And I'm still sick. Going out couldn't have helped it, I suppose. But like that guy said the other day, I'm already halfway there, I should just finish myself off. I may actually be dead by the end of the week. Let's go!
On the upside. Starhawk updated. Cam and Hunter! [insert squee here] Now, should I be responsible and go to bed or stay up and read it?
Who am I kidding? Even if I went to bed now, I'd still end up getting up and reading it later. May as well pre-emptive strike it.
ETA: Oh shit. The make-up won't come off. Well, this is pleasant.