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[22 Oct 2003|09:13am] |
Geoff introduced me to a friend of his yesterday; David is drummer in a band called the LA Doors (Yes, based on those Doors), and a very nice bloke. We had a good old chinwag about diary and life and such.
The most interesting point was that our preconceptions of how something will happen prevent us from doing all the things we want to do.
It's like a forecast that hasn't happened yet. We're setting ourselves up to not do things from the start, when we know inside that we are all capable of so much more. Good bloke, as said.
Today is talkie time again. I think i've got it all in the head. Macbeth is more worrying. It's not that i don't like it, it's just a deeply complex and difficult use of language. God, i'm intelligent enough to, maybe i'm being lazy. We shall see.
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[22 Oct 2003|09:24am] |
I'm writing from wordpad, giving me carte' blanche to put shitloads of stuff down. This is all straight out of my mind.
I can see it’s not bad living around here…I have most things I want, friends, job, a reasonably sunny disposition, obviously helped by copious amounts of Guiness. But there is no meaningful embrace, no kiss…. Sometimes all you want is a kiss….this is not all bad, I can eke out quite an existence playing the lonely hearts card.
Maybe I should take up something that makes me forget this. Maybe I should take up Golf…but this seems to me more a game for business to talk about shares and how much they hate their wives.
Here’s another thing. Why do I like singing and listening to sad love songs, despite never having been in love? What do I see in them? I don’t sing George Formby songs, on account of the fact that I’ve never been heavily involved in the window cleaning trade. I’m not even that interested in windows.
Hmm…I’m now eating a bacon sandwich and watching Kilroy. Which makes me feel distinctly better about my own world. Especially after the nth slack jawed cretin has appeared spouting something that passes for a sentence. They’ve actually twigged that “Ugh” doesn’t cut it…so they’re now accentuating this remark by banging fucking rocks against the ground.
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[22 Oct 2003|04:12pm] |
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I have completed my talk, and it went pretty superbly, considering my worries. I attained a B, with particular good use of language and subject. My only flaws were eye contact and fluctuation of voice. So there you have it. Pretty bloody good day, mate.
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