oh my word it's a long time since i wrote one of these... again. i've come to the conclusion i only knock about on tig before exams - modules next week, maths and maths, am currently failing my mocks, but am back with the bad bad man, so at least that's ok
he hasn't told his family this time, which sucks, but it's the only way we can go about it at the moment. we're both a bit freaked out, to be honest, me because he's old and wise and experienced and him because everybody automatically thinks he's a paedophile + he (probably quite rightly) thinks he'll have an unfair influence on my life
problems, problems, but hey i'm quite happy
went on a big cd buying + illegally pirating spree -
radio 4 - gotham
mr scruff - trouser jazz
aim - hinterland (who incidentally comes from my little backwater of a town... hurrah!)
doves - the last broadcast
velvet underground + nico (which kicks ASS)
mos def - black on both sides
cash - johnny cash
fugazi - 13 songs
the music
pixies - surfer rosa
elvis - #1 (#caught in a trap...#)
and 10 more beauties are on their way. currently desired:
the liars
yeah yeah yeahs (not out yet, goddammit)
otis reading
miles davis, thelonious monk etc
dj shadow + the cut chemist
sorry to bore you with huge lists of music but i LOVE IT so much + it gives me a kick to get new stuff. jeez, who needs heroin?
i have this craving for a typewriter because all this maths and phsics, all these numbers, make me want to write and write endless crap (as you can tell) and rebel against their neatness, those neverending loops of logic and sequences, stretching away for ever and ever... but i must admit the most poetice thing i've discovered so far in sixth form is the concept of a superconductor. i danced round telling people about it all day. 'guess what? guess what i learned! INFINITE conductance! do you get that? INFINITE!!!!! hahahahahaha!!!'
oh my god i'm turning into one of those people off university challenge who laugh at things no normal human being understands... like 'snarf snarf!!! oh yes! i see now... the answer must be root two! how elementary...'
i really want to go hostelling in the lakes again, but thius summer me and my mate plan to go to amsterdam. arrrgghhh but i want to trek across hills and dales, skipping lightly through forests, on a timeless quest against evil (too much lord of the rings, i'm afraid)
ok sum up of year 2002 -
best lyric i heard - 'you are the son of incestuous un-ion'
best book read - midnight's children
best bit - 'mum! dad! boyfriend!' 'ok... how old?' 'er... 28'
worst bit - thinking i was going to die on the top of some bog-infested endless mountaintop
achievement of year - gotta be kicking ass in my gcses against all expectations. oh no, i lie, it was performing a meagre and pathetic but nevertheless AMAZING breakdancing move someone taught me
regrets? - no! ok maybe the fatal maths decision
money earned - lots
money spent - MORE. mostly at affleck's palace, manchester
happy new year
