is the juice worth the squeeze?
so i havn't been on the net for like 5 days, which isn't alot to a normal person at all but for me it's fucking ages. since i spend so much of my fucking time on here i am gonna try to majorly cut back, even if i have nothing better to do.
so anyway, i had an amazing xmas present wise, and otherwise it was pretty boring. i got some money, a few records (new ktd lp, new gia lp, two 7''), GB belt, forrest gump dvd, the girl next door dvd (still the best movie ever), sopranos season 1, max payne 2 for pc, age of empires 3 for pc (so so bad compared to first 2, i don't even bother playing it) and most thoughtful present was from my grandparents who got me this awesome steel box thing that dj's use (i'm guessing) to store lp's in, it rules and i love it. i got my mum and dad some shit and i don't think my dad really liked the book i got him even though i thought he would love it...
another present i got was a book called a million little pieces by james frey. it was oprah's favourite book of the year or some shit apparently, and time magazine had it in there top 5 books of the year or something. either way, the book is fucking incredible and i have pretty much read 350 pages of it in about two days. it was sold out everywhere for months and took me ages to get it, i think its in its 3rd printing/pressing/whatever already. seriously if you get the chance, buy it, because it is amazing. i havn't finished in it but i almost fucking cried in one part and that says alot coming from a fucking book. for those who are interested, the blurb is:
'aged just twenty three, james frey had destroyed his body and his mind almost beyond repair. when he enters a rehabilitation centre to try to reclaim his life, he has to fight to detemine what future, if any, he has. his lack of self-pity, cynicsm and piety gives him and unflinching honesty - a fearless candour that is at once charming and appalling, moving, searing and darkly funny.' 'a heartbreaking memoir, inspirational and essential.' - bret easton ellis.
i went to dinner with my friend for his birthday on boxing day night in brighton, it wasn't that great but it was cool walking along the beach and getting some fresh air and shit. i got some huge fucking ice cream that made be wanna throw up.
i'm probably not doing anything for nye, last year was fucking boring at some party, and this year everyone is with girlfriend/boyfriend, working or already have plans, so i'll probably just listen to records and walk around the block cause i'm that good.
my top 5 records of the year are:
bane - the note.
snake eyes demo.
killing the dream - in place apart.
internal affairs - s/t.
ceremony - ruined.
i don't know if i'm going back to tafe next year but i probably will because i have no fucking idea what i want to do, and my dad is getting shitty with me just bumming around the house which is pretty understandable. apart from that, nothing else has happened. this entry is too long. summer still sucks.
'overesteem men and people become powerless. overvalue possessions and people begin to steal. empty your mind and fill your core. weaken your ambition and toughen your resolve. lose everything you know and everything you desire and ignore those who say they know. practice not wanting, desiring, judging, doing, fighting, knowing. practice just being. everything will fall into place.'
ps mckaig sorry i'm taking forever with this fucking cd, i promise it will be sent within the next week.
oh yeah, i got hugo boss cologne. suave.
so anyway, i had an amazing xmas present wise, and otherwise it was pretty boring. i got some money, a few records (new ktd lp, new gia lp, two 7''), GB belt, forrest gump dvd, the girl next door dvd (still the best movie ever), sopranos season 1, max payne 2 for pc, age of empires 3 for pc (so so bad compared to first 2, i don't even bother playing it) and most thoughtful present was from my grandparents who got me this awesome steel box thing that dj's use (i'm guessing) to store lp's in, it rules and i love it. i got my mum and dad some shit and i don't think my dad really liked the book i got him even though i thought he would love it...
another present i got was a book called a million little pieces by james frey. it was oprah's favourite book of the year or some shit apparently, and time magazine had it in there top 5 books of the year or something. either way, the book is fucking incredible and i have pretty much read 350 pages of it in about two days. it was sold out everywhere for months and took me ages to get it, i think its in its 3rd printing/pressing/whatever already. seriously if you get the chance, buy it, because it is amazing. i havn't finished in it but i almost fucking cried in one part and that says alot coming from a fucking book. for those who are interested, the blurb is:
'aged just twenty three, james frey had destroyed his body and his mind almost beyond repair. when he enters a rehabilitation centre to try to reclaim his life, he has to fight to detemine what future, if any, he has. his lack of self-pity, cynicsm and piety gives him and unflinching honesty - a fearless candour that is at once charming and appalling, moving, searing and darkly funny.' 'a heartbreaking memoir, inspirational and essential.' - bret easton ellis.
i went to dinner with my friend for his birthday on boxing day night in brighton, it wasn't that great but it was cool walking along the beach and getting some fresh air and shit. i got some huge fucking ice cream that made be wanna throw up.
i'm probably not doing anything for nye, last year was fucking boring at some party, and this year everyone is with girlfriend/boyfriend, working or already have plans, so i'll probably just listen to records and walk around the block cause i'm that good.
my top 5 records of the year are:
bane - the note.
snake eyes demo.
killing the dream - in place apart.
internal affairs - s/t.
ceremony - ruined.
i don't know if i'm going back to tafe next year but i probably will because i have no fucking idea what i want to do, and my dad is getting shitty with me just bumming around the house which is pretty understandable. apart from that, nothing else has happened. this entry is too long. summer still sucks.
'overesteem men and people become powerless. overvalue possessions and people begin to steal. empty your mind and fill your core. weaken your ambition and toughen your resolve. lose everything you know and everything you desire and ignore those who say they know. practice not wanting, desiring, judging, doing, fighting, knowing. practice just being. everything will fall into place.'
ps mckaig sorry i'm taking forever with this fucking cd, i promise it will be sent within the next week.
oh yeah, i got hugo boss cologne. suave.