Return of the saviour

What better time to resurrect this blog than half past 8 on a Monday morning? I've got four hours of lectures ahead of me, starting in half an hour, and due to that being about as much work as I do at uni, that is reasonable grounds to do a blog complaining about it.
I really do think they stick us in a two hour long pretty boring lecture at this time just to spite us. How depressing. I'm not spite worthy! Go spite the Nazis or something.
I'd best be setting off soon anyway, there ain't no way I'm beating all those lazy Chinese people to the lifts in York House. God they love lifts.
Adios.

I don't wanna become a film critic or anything..

.. what with my two latest posts being film recommendations, but seriously:

Watch the film Crash. I cannot recommend it enough. It is the single most moving piece of cinema I have ever seen. That is all.

Cellar Door

I watched Donnie Darko last night. It always just completely, like, hypnotises me. It's just great, I never seem to remember it as one of my favourite films but whenever I watch it, it just amazes me. I should definitely remember it as one of my favourite films. It's just so thought-provoking, y'know.

'I can do anything I want, and so can you.' I love that, it just sums up life so simply. In essence, we can all do anything we want. We don't, cos it would cause destruction, chaos. But there's no real reason why we couldn't. If we wanted to we could do whatever we want, see whatever we want, feel whatever we want. But we don't. Ah well.

Until I can be arsed to write another blog, remember the most beautiful combination of words ever put together - cellar door.
Peace.
x

Who needs reasons when you've got heroin?

Trainspotting was on the other night. It is unreal how much I love that film. If there's one film that damn sure makes you want to do heroin, it is that one. The 'choose life' speech at the start with Born Slippy playing is just amazing, it gets me every time. Someone pass me my needle.

I was in York today, which was an extremely welcome change to the desolate pit of pain and distress we call Doncaster. It's really nice in York, but I today realised that it is insanely dear. One place was selling baguettes for a fiver. I felt like just walking in, kicking em in the nuts and leaving. I did not, however, do that. Every time I go to York there always seems to be street performers, and this time was no different. I decided to go watch this man who was all chained up and talking on his mic about how he was gonna escape withing two minutes. Before he started the trick, though, he went on about how people should give him donations for literally ten minutes. That went on for five times as long as the trick. A trick which wasn't even that impressive. I didn't give him a donation. Whilst I'm listing things in York, I was in a sandwich shop and this old man came down and sat next to me, pulled a chair up next to him, and just put his hat on it. A WHOLE CHAIR FOR HIS HAT! God he was cool.

One thing that I did see in Donny (when I was on the bus to town) which did make me pretty happy about this town was what I believe was the opening of the Gurdwara (Sikh church) on the edge of town. There was a right Sikh party going on, I wish I could have joined em. It's a shame that will have been burnt down within a few weeks, when the chavs realise that people who aren't white are practising their faith. Ah well, I suppose we could all just turn to heroin.

iHustle

I was looking around my blog (like you do) and realised that it's been a whole five days since I've done a new post, which was longer than I thought, so I then decided it was time for a new one. I also realised I only have three 'followers', which I'm somewhat disheartened by but hey, what're ya gonna do?

I've been listening to as much of my iTunes as possible lately, just to see which songs I like more than I thought I did. The new Yeah Yeah Yeahs song is up there, as is Wildcat by Be Your Own Pet and anything by Aphex Twin. Good times. I would make a playlist for my iPod but that is still at the twins' house (hi Natalie and Charlotte, don't nick my iPod please) until Tuesday/Thursday - whenever I decide to go out at night first. I'm definitely going Thursday cos last time was mint but I'm unsure of Tuesday yet. We'll see.

I can't believe in this day and age (and more importantly, in Bessacarr!) I have to wait for the hot water to come on until I can have a bath. It is most uncool. I wasn't even gonna have a bath but since I've got back from uni I've discovered that our shower's broke. God, I leave and the place falls apart.

Anyway, I just heard a big ol' bang downstairs so that either means that my dog's trying cartwheeling for the first time or we're being burgled. Either way, I probably shouldn't be sat up here typing a blog whilst it's happening. Good fight, good night.

30 roses for a fiver.

I was in town today, and there was a guy at the market who seemed convinced he was Del Boy, he kept going 'lovely jubbly' and the like. He was also trying to sell bunches of 30 roses for a fiver. Who even wants 30 roses? That's just greedy. Also in town I saw a teenage mum screaming 'shut up, you little bitch!' at her toddler daughter. Ah, Doncaster.

So me and Nick got our Leeds Festival tickets extremely quick this year. Like 20 minutes in. Was well chuffed. I'm supremely happy about the lineup, on the whole. I'm a Radiohead convert, I still love Kings of Leon even though they're painfully overplayed these days, and I would've jumped to see bands like Yeah Yeah Yeahs and Prodigy at any time in my life. So yeah, can't wait! I'm intruiged as to who the 'special guests' are with still a slight fingers crossed hope it could be Blink, but it'll no doubt be someone underwhelming.

Also, I'm tired of life and I'm gonna kill myself now.

.... April Fools! :')

Leeds tickets

Leeds Festival tickets go on sale tonight at 7. Annoyingly, the lineup also gets released at the exact same time. Not at all cool. It's not like the lineup matters, cos I'll be going anyway, but still it'd be nice to know. I don't see why people worry about getting tickets online. I'm an unhappy little man.
Me and dad are watching The Flintstones together, it's so cool. I'd love it if I had a house like their's. I would just adore a typewriter with a little blue bird on it!

Party antics

Deni's party at her house in Intake last night. At first I wasn't gonna go, then I thought I had prior family commitments, then I did end up going in the end. It was pretty good to be honest, me and Kyle got our bottle of Mickey Finns nicked but we compensated by nicking just about every other bit of booze we could find. Kyle throwing up was hilarious (ahem), but the taxi people not answering their phones for ages at that time wasn't so funny. I liked the Leeds people who came. I think they were all from Leeds anyway. I'll just call them 'boys who I didn't know before last night'. Funny stuff. Finally got a taxi at like half 2, where THE MARDIEST bint was answering the phones. God she sounded pissed off.
Anyway, I'm going with Danielle to Cusworth Hall today. Should be a blast. I can't be arsed to shower or get the straighteners out so I'm leaving my hair as it is. Au natural. It looks surprisingly good . What a nice surprise.

Peace out, one love.
x

The Message

Don't push me cos I'm close to the edge.

I'm not really close to the edge at all, I just regained my love for that damn song. I've noticed that the only time I really do new posts on here is when I'm trying to put off doing work. One reason why this is bad is that after today's work I won't have any uni work left to do for the year. I'll have to actually start doing this for fun. Goodness.
It's raining like crazy and I don't see why, when it's been right beaut weather these last few days. Good job I have no reason to go outside today.
I feel unexpectedly fresh after last night's festivities. Got back in at like 3 and didn't go to bed till like 5. I expected to just feel like dying today, but thus that is not the case. Last night was actually right good, went Oceana pretty much entirely just so we could go in the disco room (best place ever). This crazy girl kept trying to get me and Nick to dance with her, and we broke our YMCA ban (that's a whole other story). All it all it was pretty good. Especially when The Message came on..

I'm tryin' not to lose my head..

Goody Goody Gumdrops

I suppose you've heard the news.
I took part in a website competition where if you guess the right date of her death you won an iPhone. I guessed that she'd die four days ago.
She didn't.
Even in her death Jade Goody has to piss me off.

Clint Eastwood hates 'Mongs'

Went to watch Gran Torino today, was a pretty good film. I love that Clint Eastwood is still even alive, bless him. Anyway, the film was basically him being comically racist to Chinese (etc) people for two hours or so. Good stuff. Pretty funny, I liked it.

Peace out, one love.

China, illnesses and paedophiles.

So I've finally finished my case study thing on China. It's about time. For a minute I considered ringing Park Ji-Sung and asking for help. Then I realised he isn't Chinese. Then I realise I don't have his number to ring him. It was a failed plan, all in all.
I went to the doctors today about my formerly cold now incredibly sore throat which has gone on for about a month. It was an Indian (no shit) but he was like 72, it seemed like he was too old to be doing the job. Even if it is one that his people excel at. As soon as I mentioned it was a throat problem he promptly got a piece of tissue paper and shoved it over his mouth and wouldn't take it off till I left the room. Actually, it was less of a tissue and more of a towel. It was massive. It looked like he had a gas mask on. Ridiculous, it was. Anyway, I told him what it was like and that and he felt my throat a lot in a kind of sexy manner, which was worrying in itself, but I got some antibiotic penicillin tablet things out of it, so it was worth it. The tablets are hilarious though, either they're like super strength ones or they're just crazy anyway, cos I've had two so far and each time for about an hour or so after I've taken one it just feels like all my major organs are having a big ol' party. It feels right odd but quite funny. Confusing as owt though.

Completely unrelated to Chinese people or Indian people, I wanna be just like this man when I grow up:



What a lovable old fella.

Test, Test, this is a Test..

Yesterday I found out that Test, one of my favourite old WWF wrestlers (mainly cos of his theme tune, granted) has died. I was right gutted. I then had a look around the internet to see which other old wrestlers were dead and found out that Big Bossman, one of my actual favourites, has also died. It's a sad day for my mind.
In other news, I'm supposed to be doing this case study thing on China and their economic response to the pressures of globalisation. I don't even know what the Chinese currency is. Safe to say I've got a few notes done but no actual work yet. I wish I had some motivation to do anything, ever. Ah well. I kind of wish Test would come back just and give my lecturer a big boot. That'd get me out of the deadline, I'm sure. I can always dream.
Health wise, I've been pretty ill for a few weeks now, which makes me a saaad panda. Because of this depressed panda state I decided to call the doctors, get a nice ol' appointment there. Get all sorted out with some antibiotics and bish bas bosh, I'm healthy again. But no, it's not that simple. Because the doctors at Trent uni is apparently the most unprofessional doctors surgery in the world, all the doctors went home at 1 o'clock today. That was good of them. I have an appointment for 2:20 tomorrow, though. Which is nice.
Why don't Tesco sell cough sweets? I went today, looking for some cough sweets, y'know, to sort out my cough, and they don't have em. Well, they have boxes of Strepsils, but at £3 a pack, they can go die. Speaking of Tesco, while I was queueing in there this old woman just walked past me and stood in front of me in the queue. Trust me, she got her commupence. It was a real Test of my patience. See what I did there? Oh yes, basque in my wordplay, guys.

Now you do what they told ya..

I'm waiting for Steve to come to the flat so we can go to the gym together. Whilst I was waiting i thought I'd listen to a bit of Rage Against The Machine to get me motivated and whatnot, but it just makes me feel like I should fight somebody. Problem is, if I had a fight with anyone I would lose. Ah well. I'm gonna go to the gym and kick the cycling machine.
Listening to Rage always makes me think (as it would) of when I saw them at Leeds Festival last year. They were probably the best band of the weekend, and one of the best live acts I've seen. I saw at least four or five people just get punched square in the face, as far as I could see, for no reason. How insanely cool!
Speaking of Leeds, tickets for this year's festival go on sale on 30th march, I always get really excited for things when the tickets go on sale, despite the actual event being months away. Ah well, I'm an excitable eleven year old at heart. I probably wouldn't like RATM when I was eleven though. Who knows.
I went shopping at Tesco today and one thing happened which I simply have to mention on here. The queue was quite long and as a result was taking quite a while. Most of us realised that and accepted it. The woman directly in front of me did not. After about five minutes of queueing and not really moving much, out of nowhere she shouted 'fuck this!', threw her basket down and stormed out. Quality. Me and the guy who was now directly in front of me shared a 'yeah, must be period pains' look with each other. It was beautiful.
Very much off topic, I watched Million Dollar Baby earlier today, and I enjoyed it very much. Anything with Morgan Freeman in instantly has my approval anyway, but it was actually a really good film. Thing is, when a film has a 'plot twist' or whatever it'll often catch me by surprise but doesn't generally 'shock' me. The one in Million Dollar Baby did shock me. Not that that's a bad thing, though. Good, infact. Most films would have took the easy way out and had Hilary Swank's character come back and triumph, but it pretty much went the complete opposite way. Good shit, bruv.
Anyway, Steve's gonna be here in about ten minutes now, so I'm gonna go get ready and that for the gym. Gonna get my kicking boots on. Killing In The Name Of just came on. That cycling machine's gonna get it.

"Fuck you I won't do what you tell me!"

Generic first blog title.

It is 3:27am as I begin typing this, my first blog post. I really wanted to put the title of the blog as the Latin translation of 'failure to sleep', as it seemed to sum up my main reason for doing this blog, but it turns out there is no Latin word for failure (that I can find anyway). Those Romans were positive bastards, I'll give em that.
I'm assuming no one will actually read this as I've not thought of a way to actually make it known by people other than put it on my MySpace and Facebook profile pages which, let's be honest, is probably a little gay. But until I can think of a better way to get someone to actually read this, the social networking homosexuality of sorts shall remain.
Why am I awake at half past 3 in the morning when I've clearly not been out tonight, I hear no one at all ask. Well, I don't know. I've not been able to sleep well at all lately and frankly it's getting pretty annoying. I know it's not insomnia cos I always just end up falling to sleep during the day and I'm pretty sure that doesn't happen to insomniacs. Unless they're really rubbish at it. I'm sure Faithless wouldn't approve, anyway.
It's drawn on me these last few days just how quickly the first year of university has gone. Bearing in mind my lectures pretty much finish for the year after the easter holidays, it's worrying how fast time can pass me by without me really noticing. Speaking of easter, I really want to get as much done as possible by means of seeing Doncaster people and that over said chocolate egg feasting holidays. Leeds Festival tickets come on sale, too, which is nice. I just hope we can get a similar sort of tent set up as last year, cos that was pretty bitchin'.
I read today that there is a third Toy Story movie being made, or planned to be made, or something along those craaazy lines. It's apparently up for a 2010 release, but I don't think me being 20 will stop me getting ridiculously exciting about it when it comes out. I hope they kill that stupid cowgirl character Jessie off though, red hat wearing slag. On the theme of movies, I watched Juno yesterday and enjoyed it loads more than I expected it to. I pretty much watched it so I could just not enjoy it and think about how manly I am for not enjoying it, yet I actually liked it. A lot. If I was a 16 year old girl (which one day I will), I would wanna be just like Juno. Except the pregnancy part. That would be so super weak.
Anyway, it is now 3.45am and I'm gonna try again to go to sleep. To be honest this blog feels like a bit of a waste of everyone's time. I'll probably update this though if anyone actually reads it. We'll see. So yeah, onwards and upwards. To infinity and beyond. Well, to my bed. And not beyond. Ah.