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dotintheskyDid Fuck All today, which was class. Apparently, Pikeys are called Neds in Glasgow. I wonder if they have a different name for them in each British city. The Human League had about 1 and a half decent songs before they went shit. New Order is ace. I remember all the cool kids in grade five could tap the beat of Blue Monday on the wall with their cupped hands. And all the cool kids had spikey hair too. When I got mine cut and began to sit at the back of the classroom, our essay teacher embarrassed me in front of the whole class by accusing me of being a try hard. Of course I was a bloody try hard! Who wasn't in fifth grade?
Asked Kevin if I could use his computer to do some research on my novel but am, instead, bollocking on Livejournal (as usual.) I'm perilously close to destroying my relationship, with my lies and my dirt. I woke up at 6:35 A.M., spontaneously, and was incredibly pissed off. Ate some baguette with butter (reduced fat) and an orange, played videogames and did Fuck All until 7:45 A.M. Went swimming and took shower with saggy old men. One of them, instead of pulling his trunks off to shower, pulled his penis through one of the legs and washed it like that. Interesting.
I need a goth makeover, just for fun. And a new haircut. Not at Mr. Toppers this time.
Blue Monday still playing on the stereo, like a train, like a tunnel that you drive through (loving it's darkness, it's neon lights) and happily surprised when you find out the tunnel crosses an entire mountain instead of a hill.
The next song is Enola Gay, by O.M.D. I know there's been a lot of sniggering because I like O.M.D. But, seriously, I only like their early albums! I like it when people get the future wrong. I do that all the time.
Nostradamus' family died of the plague. He worked tirelessly fighting the plague across France - and indeed there is documented evidence that his suggestions helped save some villages - but he was unable to save his own wife and two children. This was when he was a young doctor, before the Prophecies.
Kevin mentioned the other day how Michael Jackson will be seen, centuries from now, as a mythological being. The man who went mad. And I said: "will there be anyone left on this planet centuries from now?"
But I always get the future wrong.
Asked Kevin if I could use his computer to do some research on my novel but am, instead, bollocking on Livejournal (as usual.) I'm perilously close to destroying my relationship, with my lies and my dirt. I woke up at 6:35 A.M., spontaneously, and was incredibly pissed off. Ate some baguette with butter (reduced fat) and an orange, played videogames and did Fuck All until 7:45 A.M. Went swimming and took shower with saggy old men. One of them, instead of pulling his trunks off to shower, pulled his penis through one of the legs and washed it like that. Interesting.
I need a goth makeover, just for fun. And a new haircut. Not at Mr. Toppers this time.
Blue Monday still playing on the stereo, like a train, like a tunnel that you drive through (loving it's darkness, it's neon lights) and happily surprised when you find out the tunnel crosses an entire mountain instead of a hill.
The next song is Enola Gay, by O.M.D. I know there's been a lot of sniggering because I like O.M.D. But, seriously, I only like their early albums! I like it when people get the future wrong. I do that all the time.
Nostradamus' family died of the plague. He worked tirelessly fighting the plague across France - and indeed there is documented evidence that his suggestions helped save some villages - but he was unable to save his own wife and two children. This was when he was a young doctor, before the Prophecies.
Kevin mentioned the other day how Michael Jackson will be seen, centuries from now, as a mythological being. The man who went mad. And I said: "will there be anyone left on this planet centuries from now?"
But I always get the future wrong.
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on 2004-10-18 05:55 pm (UTC)And in reference to another comment you asked, yes, they do have pikeys in Ireland but they're few and far between. [I went there for a family reunion this summer.] A group of them came up to my cousins and I in a pub car park and asked us if we were Goths [note that I was wearing a punk band shirt and Dickies, and had a Mohawk, my cousin Helen had a ska band shirt and Dready shorts, and had bright blonde hair tied back in pigtails, and her boyfriend Dean had a ska punk band shirt with long shorts and bright blond hair with pink and black patches...ah yes, we were the epitome of Goth].
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on 2004-10-14 05:43 am (UTC)I wonder if they have them in Ireland...
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