| Ok, this is me finally embracing HP (Sort of...)
- Potter's dialogue is littered with subtle anti-semitism - Hermione's crack habit comes to the forefront - Ron makes continual jokes about fisting - Hagrid is finally placed on a register - Dobbie settles down and gets married with a pigeon and spends the entire time attempting to have an affair with Dumbledor - Potter wakes up to discover he's a sexual repressed accountant working in Surbiton that spends all of his time reading children's literature, but, ashamed of his dream, endevours to grow up. | comments: 1 comment or Leave a comment  |
| I'm sorry, but reading the paper has provoked my bile duct.
Proper grammar schools, as in, not private schools that ask for payment as well as entrance exams, are A GOOD IDEA. Fuck anyone who thinks otherwise. It's a matter of intelligence. Smart people get in, not-smart people don't. Rich or poor, bollocks, go to a proper grammar school that really does filter out the idiots, and it really will make no difference, and the fact that their dissolution is suggested in the same manner as the monastaries angers me so fucking much! I hope Tories die. | comments: 1 comment or Leave a comment  |
| | Current Music: | Electro: Loud | | Subject: | Moot | | Time: | 01:30 pm |
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| Sick and tired of everything, and it's only Tuesday. I'm sitting in my room between lectures listening to music at an appropriate volume following an awful tutorial(6 out of 20 get me with my retardedness) Have another hour of analytical this afternoon where I'll be forced to write "transition" another gajillion times because that's all my life is. In the past two days I've discovered more bruises from the weekend, and my ankle is swelling up. I'm not going to see Liz for another 10 days, and I worry that I'm sounding all clingy from texting her. I can't drink because I always have fucking 9ams or 10ams. And there's something else, but I can't elaborate on it on here, but, suffice to say, if it doesn't change soon, I will shiv someone.
I'd apologise for complaining or being angsty, but I'm allowed to because I'm sick and fucking tired of emo pretentious on lj. | comments: 1 comment or Leave a comment  |
| Things causing me issue at present:
-Medication prevents drinking for 5 days -Tuesday 9ams, which prevent going to Fez Monday night -Torchwood repeated on Wednesday nights that prevent me from going to the union | comments: 1 comment or Leave a comment  |
| | Current Music: | Doctors | | Current Location: | bed | | Subject: | Developments | | Time: | 01:10 pm | | Current Mood: | Ambivilant |
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| So, new things for Ed:
-Got published in Spark. -Made social sec in writer's society -Offered coach training for mixed hockey -Failed to get a job -Ignored by chemistry companies for IP -Re-occurance of embarressing hockey injury -Lived off bacon sandwiches -Played a lot of Countdown -Tried to make a decision about my love life. | comments: 1 comment or Leave a comment  |
| | Current Music: | Countdown | | Current Location: | ruth's room | | Subject: | Hurumph | | Time: | 12:55 pm | | Current Mood: | contemplative |
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| Last night, a fine evening was had by all at Luke and Stu's gaff for a most excellent houseparty. However, I did run out of booze very early...spent most of the evening talking to Harry, Harriet and Kerry. However, one problem: I kept being asked why the hell I'm doing a chemistry degree and not at drama school. I find myself asking myself the same thing too much. Hum.
On the plus side, we got 105 people to sign up for mixed hockey yesterday at Freshers fayre...including this very nice third year pyschology student called Clara...hehe... | comments: Leave a comment  |
| | Current Music: | Hakuna Matata | | Current Location: | ruth's room | | Subject: | Tonight... | | Time: | 04:49 pm | | Current Mood: | energetic |
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| ...I shall be getting royally "kettled"* in order to help out Bridges' hall pub crawl...:D
*A Northern phrase I recently heard from Harry. | comments: 1 comment or Leave a comment  |
| Can't stop feeling odd today. Nothing seems to work. Tried to organise my year in industry stuff, just got distracted. Spoke to Liz, stil odd. Gonna try and watch Star Wars, see if that works. If that doesn't, I might try and pull an all nighter, just to see if it will help, but it won't. Bah.
On the plus side, I made a great stew, and parsnips taste lovely when roasted. | comments: 1 comment or Leave a comment  |
| | Current Location: | home | | Subject: | Hum | | Time: | 11:25 pm | | Current Mood: | Obstreporous |
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| When I'm not with Liz, nothing else matters. When I am, I can't think of anything else.
When I'm with Laura and other people, I want to be with anyone else. When I'm with Laura, she wants to be with other people.
Hum.
Apologies for the angst. | comments: 3 comments or Leave a comment  |
| | Current Music: | Paul Weller - You do something to me | | Current Location: | home | | Subject: | Liz | | Time: | 06:48 pm | | Current Mood: | optimistic |
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| I'd like to be more positive, so, with respect to earlier entries, I shall merely reflect with:
:)
That is all. | comments: Leave a comment  |
| | Current Music: | Roxanne - The Police | | Current Location: | home | | Subject: | Liz. | | Time: | 03:24 pm | | Current Mood: | indescribable |
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| AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.
That is all. | comments: 4 comments or Leave a comment  |
| | Current Music: | Girls and Boys - Blur | | Current Location: | home | | Subject: | J K Rowling | | Time: | 10:06 am | | Current Mood: | pensive |
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| My usual torrent of abuse aside, I have new reason to want to punch her in the face.
She apparently nearly had to get a boat home from America due to the restrictions on hand luggage, as she refused to be parted from the manuscript for the final HP book, as it is the only one in the world.
The dumb fuck has never heard of a photocopier, apparently. | comments: 11 comments or Leave a comment  |
| | Current Music: | Don't You | | Subject: | Tour | | Time: | 03:51 pm | | Current Mood: | content |
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| I've been in Solihull for the past 3 days, and am recently returned. The hockey was great, the drinking intense, and I have a tan. I met interesting people and I genuinely had a good time. The only downside was travelling, but I always hate that, so I'll get over it.
However, in a strange occurance, both for me, and for tour, I indulged in extreme levels of introspection. I shared the appropriate response with several people, and will no doubt discuss it with you, if I see you in the near future. But, the dark mood I have been experiencing recently has lifted, and I can see more of a future.
Apologies for bit emo, but, it's true.
I was issued with Nigel, a large inflatable green alien, and kept him with me for the weekend, now I miss his continual prescence. I befriended a 25 year old female accountant called Jenny.
I didn't try to sleep with anyone.
I drank over 36 cans of strongbow, and a bottle of port. I was also bought a pint by one of the organisers for doing straight-arm drinking. I ran around in my boxer shorts in the bar. Again.
I can't remember anything else right now, so, I'll tell you more as I see you all. | comments: Leave a comment  |
| | Current Music: | I wanna be a producer - Matthew Broderick | | Subject: | Infernos | | Time: | 09:40 pm | | Current Mood: | pessimistic |
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| So, I go to Infernos, in Welling, for live music night, due to be being a bit bored. I get there, no-one I especially know...or so I thought.
This random guy Ben starts talking to me because I'm on my own, and then I'm sitting with his friends. All of a sudden, this bloke called Andy apologises to me for being an arsehole to me in the past.
WTF.
First words out of my mouth: "You're someone's ex-boyfriend aren't you?"
Turns out, suprisingly, that I hadn't slept with his girlfriend, and that instead, I'd had an argument with her, years ago, and he had threatened to beat me up.
So, there you go.
My life loses meaning daily. | comments: 1 comment or Leave a comment  |
| Afternoon all.
I've been alone in the house for an increasing day count of approaching ten. Jess went to the bank and never came back. Matt's car broke down, and he didn't come and visit. Jack's sister's birthday prevented visitations. Instead, after 8 days, I have re-found meaning in my life in the shape of an old script I've decided to revive in an attempt to enter it with the uni dramatic society. Its tentative title is "He Sits There". It's a comedy. If it gets made, I'll get everyone to come and see it. But that does rather rely on me writing a second act.
I read Catcher in the Rye, on Jack's suggestion. It's very good, but I see what he meant when he said that I should read it when I was 16.
My hair is growing far too quickly. And I need a shave.
Becca's party tomorrow I'm sure will be filled with drama and schisms. I'll be there with Drake trying to get me drunk in order to unravel why my personal life is a mess.
I've been catching up on my vintage Doctor Who viewing, whilst designing my set. And I said that my technical drawing skills were worthless.
Jess should be home today, her mum is driving her. Does this mean I should get dressed?
I went for lunch with Liz and her friend Adam on Tuesday. They were in Hemel staying at Adam's after the Edinburgh festival. They drove for an hour to come and have lunch with me. Make of that what you will. We went to the Red Lion afterwards, had a couple of drinks and played pool. I felt like we were cutting Adam out of the conversation sometimes. Oh well.
Eddie Poppins bemoans the lack of Ed and Doctors in the daytime TV schedules. | comments: 1 comment or Leave a comment  |
| | Current Music: | Some Classical stuff by Mozart | | Current Location: | home | | Subject: | Learning | | Time: | 01:27 pm | | Current Mood: | weird |
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| I like to think of my summer as a sabbatical involving a lot of learning. Last night, for instance, I learnt that mint sauce tastes good on ham. And that Hough can be irritating whilst drunk. And that Gemma has very nice friends. Other things learnt: You can get a pint quicker by walking to the Wrong Un, having a pint and walking back, than waiting at the bar in the Rat on a Thursday night. The length of time between changes of underwear is more a philosophy than an actual time scale. Our New Life in Everwood is very depressing.
Eddie Poppins says "wanna go to the pub tonight?" | comments: 2 comments or Leave a comment  |
| | Current Music: | None | | Current Location: | home | | Subject: | London | | Time: | 11:23 pm | | Current Mood: | pensive |
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| This evening, I went to the theatre to see a preview of a show called Right Royal Farce. Much kudos to the writers, director, actors etc. : was very good. A few too many viagra gags, but I'll let them off.
Travelling around London I realised several things: I hate the indignant stupid I want to bring back swords for everyone on public display(although they would be a pain on the tube, I grant) I need to write a play and finish it.
Probably going home next Thursday after Cat Empire gig.
Eddie Poppins says goodnight. | comments: Leave a comment  |
| | Current Location: | home | | Subject: | Rehearsal | | Time: | 11:26 pm | | Current Mood: | gloomy |
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| Just got back from Old Time Musical Hall rehearsal in Pratt's Bottom. Was very fun, included dancing, singing Les Mis and Liz sitting on my knee. Post-rehearsal pub conversation was good, quiet pint in the Hog's Head. Talking with Liz about all manner of things, was fun. Hannah 1 texted me. Gonna see her Friday: haven't seen her for ages.
Got a 7 letter word, and 2 out of the number rounds in Countdown.
Wrote 500 words.
My life is a hole. | comments: 1 comment or Leave a comment  |
| | I've realised it's very difficult to both get in my daytime TV schedule, and learn the words for the rehearsal tonight...I mean, I've got a scant half hour between Our New Life In Everwood and Countdown...Although, I do have the time after Countdown me thinks? | comments: Leave a comment  |
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