The Smiths and Tawny Port
Je bois le port and j'ecoute "The Smiths"...
My grandparents took us out to dinner and I consumed only 2.5 glasses of wine and am yet way too tipsy to do any productive homework. So screw that. I'm going to enjoy myself. So I found a bottle of port that was already open, poured myself a generous glass, got into my pyjamas, and started fooling around on Kazaa.
God I love the Smiths. Thank you Dad, Thank you for buying Strangeways Here I Come when I was five.
Yes, So, I had a few things to write about...
Oh yeah...my Mom is cool. And I was going to get into why...but then it gets a little to personal to lay out on the Internet. So yeah, lets just say that she's the reason that I'm never going to throw away my dreams FOR A MAN.
Now...what else have I been pondering lately?
Oh yes, Australia. And ooo ooo... Megan called me this morning!! At 6:30am!! But then she called back later and we had a good, long, chat. I really adore that girl. She bemoaned to me how no one at her uni in France liked to drink....awww....if I win the lottery I'll go ever there and drink plus des boites de vin rouge with you, luv.
Oh, and Interpol came on....why did it take me so bloody long to catch on to these guys? That's not like me...I nearly rejected them because they were to mainstream....but you know what? They're good. Fuckin' music snobs...Matt can go fuck himself. Which he probably does. Oh I'm mean.
Anyways...where was I...yes... Australia...I miss it. It really is so....weird. I know you Aussies don't understand that...but IT IS. It's just so...OLD...the land is old...the people are old...you can sense it....if you go to the Centre....around Kings Canyon...you can feel it in your bones, in your head, deep down inside....this place is ancient beyond conmprehension. It hasn't changed for tens of thousands of years....or longer. The vegetation, the earth, even the sky...feels old. And....oddly hostile...like an ancient prophet in the desert who doesn't wish to be disturbed by naive young devotees....The colonizers have infringed on the coast, started their newborn 'civilization' on the borders of an ancient society...but the fresh young shoots of colonisation can't survive in the desert...hundrends of abandoned Outback homesteads tell that tale. Instead, they exist on the fringe never quite penetrating into the depths of the old one's territory, else they perish.It's stranelgy comforting, that there may yet be someplace so resistant to the force of human change. The last stand of an ancient land.
Oh man, TV on the Radio are such a good band. Why do I have no money? I want CDs. The music industry is the one brand of the capitalist economy which I wish to participate in.
Mmmmm...port is good...
Oh... and for kicks I tried on my green thing again today. I must say...I look good in sheer green fabric and lace.
My grandparents took us out to dinner and I consumed only 2.5 glasses of wine and am yet way too tipsy to do any productive homework. So screw that. I'm going to enjoy myself. So I found a bottle of port that was already open, poured myself a generous glass, got into my pyjamas, and started fooling around on Kazaa.
God I love the Smiths. Thank you Dad, Thank you for buying Strangeways Here I Come when I was five.
Yes, So, I had a few things to write about...
Oh yeah...my Mom is cool. And I was going to get into why...but then it gets a little to personal to lay out on the Internet. So yeah, lets just say that she's the reason that I'm never going to throw away my dreams FOR A MAN.
Now...what else have I been pondering lately?
Oh yes, Australia. And ooo ooo... Megan called me this morning!! At 6:30am!! But then she called back later and we had a good, long, chat. I really adore that girl. She bemoaned to me how no one at her uni in France liked to drink....awww....if I win the lottery I'll go ever there and drink plus des boites de vin rouge with you, luv.
Oh, and Interpol came on....why did it take me so bloody long to catch on to these guys? That's not like me...I nearly rejected them because they were to mainstream....but you know what? They're good. Fuckin' music snobs...Matt can go fuck himself. Which he probably does. Oh I'm mean.
Anyways...where was I...yes... Australia...I miss it. It really is so....weird. I know you Aussies don't understand that...but IT IS. It's just so...OLD...the land is old...the people are old...you can sense it....if you go to the Centre....around Kings Canyon...you can feel it in your bones, in your head, deep down inside....this place is ancient beyond conmprehension. It hasn't changed for tens of thousands of years....or longer. The vegetation, the earth, even the sky...feels old. And....oddly hostile...like an ancient prophet in the desert who doesn't wish to be disturbed by naive young devotees....The colonizers have infringed on the coast, started their newborn 'civilization' on the borders of an ancient society...but the fresh young shoots of colonisation can't survive in the desert...hundrends of abandoned Outback homesteads tell that tale. Instead, they exist on the fringe never quite penetrating into the depths of the old one's territory, else they perish.It's stranelgy comforting, that there may yet be someplace so resistant to the force of human change. The last stand of an ancient land.
Oh man, TV on the Radio are such a good band. Why do I have no money? I want CDs. The music industry is the one brand of the capitalist economy which I wish to participate in.
Mmmmm...port is good...
Oh... and for kicks I tried on my green thing again today. I must say...I look good in sheer green fabric and lace.