oxford & makin’ it wit chu
Little changes really. At least when you look over time, a place doesn’t. It seems to stay there and the moment you come back to it, it has its old magic. The one that makes you comfortable, enough to feel safe hugging trees and/or becoming the ‘loud’ prick that we all are inside. This idea applies to many things of late, not only numerous places, but people too.
You are sitting there and find that its far too uncomfortable to be yourself, or relax. There isn’t enough time, so you decide you will compromise, so you get heated, think hastily and want out. You have such huge luggage, maybe physical or psychological. Should I? Nah you’d say. Shh brain. Time is running short, too many things to think of. Then Track 7 of Era Vulgaris hits you. A remedy for life!
The other day I became 21. I went back home, up in bucks for a week during this time. Every day was torture for my patience, albeit my birthday. Don’t get me wrong, I love being at home. I have absolutely zero resposiblity expect the odd chores. I cannot drive so travel isn’t the option unless I have organised to go out with mates. All I have is me myself and the Internet and the mind that unravels 30 different ways to afford a better camera with money not earned until late September. The rest of the time being spent playing mario kart & watching films. Ah its fantastic.. but not when restlessly pacing the the corridor looking for empty boxes or worst of all crossing eyes with Jeremy kyle on TV. I can see why people like that program, and ones like it. Its because the people are so naive and generally stupid. I can’t often stand it. They moan about everything, not positive. It hits something in my head that says it will only get me down.
Which makes perfect sense, as I love life and music, visual language, fashion & sexiness & the post modern outlook in some comprehensible sense. Always look forward, not dither about like dead fish.
I seem to have developed a common cold. How did this come about? I am not sure, something arse did it. It started yesterday when my nose decides to sneeze like some alarm clock on crack.
Falmouth. Hello again, I am back. I was so keen to hurry the process up so sleep was accessible that I phoned a friend and got to an answer phone. I left a message like this ‘Happy graduation biaaaaatch. brought to you by BPC. ring me back soon before the old lady makes a move’… because she just wouldn’t stop talking about her holiday in Geneva. Which is a great country mind you, but not when you are told inanely about something the size of a dynasty of kids, aunts and whatever else families have.
The truth is that I am actually waiting til sept/oct for a specific camera to come out. Yes yes.. geek alarm. but where would anyone be without something to be a little geeky about. Tell me what your inner geek wants? would be interesting!!
BTW… I am obsessed with the tunes by Late Of The Pier. Will add to this later or call it a night! only time will tell.
