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man, i'm tired.
who woulda thought that concentrating all day can really drain you. i haven't actually DONE anything except sit in the lounge and study but i'm fucking exhausted. it's cool though, cause it's all leading up to tomorrow. i get my hair done and then it's idioteque at night. £4 in and £1 mixers all night. yeah man.
i invited some of the revo people to come along. i'm trying to get an idioteque posse together to make things interesting. they're alright peoples. they had a sort of fundraising party this past saturday at this guy, allister's place. i didn't know they were fundraising so i bought a couple of cobras. it's good beer. i'm really into my beer at the moment but i should really cut down cause the last thing i want is a belly. not sexy.
so i've got an apointment with my favorite hairdresser ever. scottish billy. the guy is a genius. victor in LA is cool and all but the man is a pussy. i told him to give me the harsh stuff and i ended up paying him $90 for pretty much nothing more than a blow dry and some condish. : /
so yeah. my roots are a fucking mess.
i'm also planning on stopping by trader vicks as well to get a dress. they always have the cutest vintage stuff in there, so i'm bound to find something.
*sigh* i'm getting nervous about this trip to berlin. i'm going alone and i don't speak german and i'm staying at a hostel. i'm being positive, though. it could be incredibly fun. besides, isaiah and his girlfriend will be there and isaiah's mad cool. i need to remember to buy some black and white film. i also need to remember to re-register with the photosociety so i can use their darkroom when i get back. i'll only be there for the weekend, but i'm expecting many a photo opportunity. and even if they are rubbish, they're pictures of berlin! man, i can't fucking wait!
i should ebay search myself an ushanka. get into the spirit of eastern euro-ness.
what else...... uh...paul's grating on my nerves still. the dude is such an ignoramous! like, today i'm all watching E4 music while i'm doing the dishes post breakfast and one of bowie's videos is on. so paul walks in and is like, "is that ziggy stardust?" am i'm like, "well, it's bowie" and then he goes on a rant about how stupid androgony is and it's nothing more than just some marketing gimmick bowie's got going to um...SELL MORE RECORDS. cause it's just about which artist can out-weird the others. cause, um, right, bowie, the artistic genius, is just about the cash. i'm like standing there elbow length in suds thinking (as usual), "wtf! you're so wrong it makes me want to vomit".
grrr. and he said to me the other day that i officially have no taste in music cause i was listening to the thermals. this coming from a guy who's ringtone is dolly parton's 9 to 5! not that there's anything wrong with dolly. she's great. jolene- genius. but it's more than that. it's eye of the tiger every afternoon followed by the final countdown and madonna's broken.
fuck me SENSEless, my goodness.
who woulda thought that concentrating all day can really drain you. i haven't actually DONE anything except sit in the lounge and study but i'm fucking exhausted. it's cool though, cause it's all leading up to tomorrow. i get my hair done and then it's idioteque at night. £4 in and £1 mixers all night. yeah man.
i invited some of the revo people to come along. i'm trying to get an idioteque posse together to make things interesting. they're alright peoples. they had a sort of fundraising party this past saturday at this guy, allister's place. i didn't know they were fundraising so i bought a couple of cobras. it's good beer. i'm really into my beer at the moment but i should really cut down cause the last thing i want is a belly. not sexy.
so i've got an apointment with my favorite hairdresser ever. scottish billy. the guy is a genius. victor in LA is cool and all but the man is a pussy. i told him to give me the harsh stuff and i ended up paying him $90 for pretty much nothing more than a blow dry and some condish. : /
so yeah. my roots are a fucking mess.
i'm also planning on stopping by trader vicks as well to get a dress. they always have the cutest vintage stuff in there, so i'm bound to find something.
*sigh* i'm getting nervous about this trip to berlin. i'm going alone and i don't speak german and i'm staying at a hostel. i'm being positive, though. it could be incredibly fun. besides, isaiah and his girlfriend will be there and isaiah's mad cool. i need to remember to buy some black and white film. i also need to remember to re-register with the photosociety so i can use their darkroom when i get back. i'll only be there for the weekend, but i'm expecting many a photo opportunity. and even if they are rubbish, they're pictures of berlin! man, i can't fucking wait!
i should ebay search myself an ushanka. get into the spirit of eastern euro-ness.
what else...... uh...paul's grating on my nerves still. the dude is such an ignoramous! like, today i'm all watching E4 music while i'm doing the dishes post breakfast and one of bowie's videos is on. so paul walks in and is like, "is that ziggy stardust?" am i'm like, "well, it's bowie" and then he goes on a rant about how stupid androgony is and it's nothing more than just some marketing gimmick bowie's got going to um...SELL MORE RECORDS. cause it's just about which artist can out-weird the others. cause, um, right, bowie, the artistic genius, is just about the cash. i'm like standing there elbow length in suds thinking (as usual), "wtf! you're so wrong it makes me want to vomit".
grrr. and he said to me the other day that i officially have no taste in music cause i was listening to the thermals. this coming from a guy who's ringtone is dolly parton's 9 to 5! not that there's anything wrong with dolly. she's great. jolene- genius. but it's more than that. it's eye of the tiger every afternoon followed by the final countdown and madonna's broken.
fuck me SENSEless, my goodness.