AUUUUUUUGHHH (Speedy Eye, High-Low?)
Currently, thanks to some truly repulsive pictures on Facebook, I Hate Everything. I am also at home, and these things are in no way related. I have had a confusing end of term, in which I failed to Do Anything, due to Events.
These Events involved alcohol, a graveyard, some pugnacious local youths, sable_veins, cannons_at_dawn, aneriel_di_gaia, and lizziwig. Also me falling over. These aforesaid events involved the loss of a large patch of skin on my left thigh, and the use of my left arm without hyperventilating and swearing a lot. This lead to my limping around on a cane for a week, and not finding work. This may have been partly due to the fact that I was medicating for the pain with our little green leafy mutual friends. Which was great, but meant that I spent the entire time sitting in my house, eating raw peppers and cold pies, smoking the aforesaid green leafy friends, smiling at the walls, and drawing psychedelic pornography with which to decorate the house.
However, despite being At Home, I am Still Alive. I needed a break, and having food cooked for me, a shower with hot water and a light, a warm bed, company and NO FILTH UNDER THE TAPS will clear my case of Winter Headwrong up no end. (Although, in Familial Homophobia news, practically the first thing Middle Bigot Sister said was to complain about all the "Lesbians and Bisexuals at the School making friends with younger people - it's Creepy and Sick!" Also "they should not hold hands in the morning, as I just can't Deal with That Sort of Thing that early" rargh bargh fuckapig). I will therefore be holed up here, Sorting Myself out and Misusing Capitals. I do not have any of my Creating Tools, and so will probably play a lot of videogames and post a lot on here.
AND NOW, three diversions:
Diversion the First: PARTY PARTY FUCKING PARTY.
A lot of you on this list are going to OULES New Year. However, some of us aren't, and would otherwise be doomed to sitting up with their parents, ITV and warm Cava. THEREFORE, I suggest that we put this dogfucker of a year firmly in the ground with EXTREME PREJUDICE, sex, drugs and rock'n'roll. This is to be held at THE PIT, 7 Ridgefield Road, Oxford OX4 3BS
(the former home of Radiohead - strange but true). If you're on this list, you're invited. Bring a bottle, your partner(s) of choice, and other entertaining materials (including instruments - I have an Idea). Crash space available, although it may be in a large fetid bed with people you'v e not met. Comment if aspects of this are problematic - plans can always be altered if they're A Really Bad Idea.
Diversion the Second: [rhexisMUSIC] presents: An Insekt of Great Taste and Discrimination EP:
1: Tower of Song (Cohen, via Cave)
2: Voluntary Jetsam (Veins)
3: Too Pretty To Live (Withiel)
4: Suffragette City (Bowie)
(All performed and produced, to varying degrees, by Withiel Black, Sable Veins and Frank Snow)
A little something for the holidays, and the CD we're going to hawk around Oxford to attempt to get gigs - criticism more than sumptuously welcome.
Diversion the Third: PORNOTHOR
IN OTHER NEWS, my father has just come in drunk. And we had a proper conversation, in which I realised that I really have overly demonised him over the years - making him a face for a lot of my own aggression and self-judgement. Which was unfair, because I am beginning to realise that as much as my parents really don't get me on many levels, they've never been malignant towards me. Which is a very teenage thing to realise, I suppose. But even so, I love my dad an awful lot.