Friday, October 14, 2011 12:09:59 PM
Yeah, I live on! Despite the emo post that would even have BMTH spitting onto their scenester check vans pumps, I persist in my turmoiled and probably annoying existence mercilessly, mercilessly I tell you! It pleases me to inform you that while less easily coaxed into convulsive fits of aggression and indiscriminate abuse unto others, my misanthropy still hums on in the background. One thing that has not been amended is my hatred for students. I'm pleased to see that Caz, 21, already had the sheer awesomeness and superiority complex to express the same utter disdain for those swarming little pseudo intellectual gits as Caz, 26, however less tolerant. However I now focus at least 50% of my disdain on the instigators of genuine social problems...such as Andrew Lansley. My, haven't I grown? My favoured form of social interaction is still with myself. I have matured and developed a desire to become a recluse and reside in a dank attic with lots of chemistry sets, preferably overlooking a busy city street so that I can peer through the windows and scowl at people and maybe throw the crap of my pet bats at them. Yay!
Final thought: What has Jenny Powell ever done to me?
Thursday, January 10, 2008 1:50:09 AM
It's hard to lose all of your friends, most of your family and most of your ambition and health all in two years. It's hard to be hated by the people that you spent three years with. But no matter what happens, you are always just sat, mopping up every bitter piece of failure as you stare out of the window at the wall of the fucking next house. It may only be a wall, but behind that wall may sit a person who knows her life, knows her meaning and knows her plan. What did I do so wrong? I just wish I still had someone to talk to.
Monday, April 16, 2007 10:30:58 AM
First of all, who would cook chicken in almond sauce? Who would dampen the flavour of pork with celeriac? Who would even bother with polenta, and for the love of God, who would think COCONUT AND BEETROOT is a good idea? Fucking Simon Rimmer, that's who. At the moment, Something For The Weekend is a programme which is annoying me lots. And I watch it and end up pissing myself off. Seriously though, Jenny Powell needs to fuck off. I don't know if she's even in that programme, but I just thought of her.
They have a section in the show where they show you how to make these cocktails.Problem is, the dumb young presenters are so busy yammering away about bullshit and being generally juvenile that they actually forget to tell the audience what they're doing. They're just sat there, making cocktails and not telling us how they've made it.
And they have another bit where they show us new gadgets, and I have to say, they're the shittest gadgets I've ever seen. First off this week was a barbecue...with an MP3 dock in it!! Some little speakers and everything. Problem was (as if the mere IDEA of this product wasn't enough of an issue) the speakers were pants. It's like hey, now you don't need to own a hi-fi AND a barbecue! You can have two low quality products in one! I mean, what's next, a DVD-playing toaster? Utterly useless.
Monday, March 12, 2007 9:53:25 AM
If you ever saw me run, you'd think I was taking the piss and laugh so hard, but the thing is, that is how I actually run. Like a twat. I'm loving this galaxy caramel right now and if I could snog it I would. I don't usually like chocolate that much. I love The Kovenant because they don't sing about dark, morbid things, they're like 'Yeah! Let's sing about aliens on a carousel, and meteors and acid! They're so upbeat....
You know, I buy a bottle of Lucozade every day, and I still don't know why. I could choose any drink in the shop. Auto-purchase. I bought this really nice coat the other day and I feel like a queen in it. Granted, I probably look like a hobo who mugged some poor broad, but still..
Wednesday, February 28, 2007 1:31:45 PM
I can't believe that I had to pay £6.50 to get the facking train to uni, for one pissing hour-long lecture. That is so extortionate. I often try and dodge the fare, but it's hard when you get on at Holyhead.
I got the ring in my labret replaced with a long post the other day. It hurt, more than the actual piercing. And getting it changed from a post to a ring didn't hurt either, but this..it wrecked. Well, that isn't very interesting so I'll move on.
I have to do a presentation tommorow about the KPO, the Austrian communist party tommorow at 9am, a topic on which I presently have little knowledge and which I haven't even started. I've got this feeling that I'll just end up standing there, looking at everyone and going 'Uggg...erm...Ffff....'. Right now, I'm not interested in the topic anyway. I prefer to consider politics when I have nothing better to do. Politians or those passionate about politics are people who become dissillusioned with another area and figure that as long as they're shouting about the way something should be, they must be functional. Or sometimes to feign philanthropy.
I wrote a post earlier telling some pushy, pseudo-intellectual kid that I wanted my kids to grow up in a world of decent music. The response: 'Get them to listen to Mozart and Bach' to which I replied 'Yes, because I certainly appreciate classical music' and he wrote 'Nonetheless.' Now correct me if I'm wrong, but does that make sense? I was like 'What?'We'd been argueing about music so I'm pretty sure this guy was just trying to get the last word in. Why is it that some people feel that putting 'nonetheless' on things is so faboulous? And it's also awkward when used singularly like that.
Thursday, February 22, 2007 12:52:19 PM
I'm feeling victimised today. It's funny how sometimes you have those days when you feel some obscure emotion for no apparent reason. I was waiting to hand in a doctor's note to the registrar, and to be honest I really thought I she was going to start screaming at me and telling me that I ruined Christmas. On the contrary, she was very nice. Perhaps it's guilt, perhaps I subconsciously feel that I need to be reprimanded. Very interesting how your mind punishes you in that subtle way.
Yes, I probably should be reprimanded. I'm sorry I'm not a great student here at Bangor. I don't fit in because I'm not a humourless, anally retentive, immature weirdo like everyone at this strange university. Actually, scratch the last part, I am an immature weirdo. It's concerning really. Sometimes I'll go to the pub with some of these students and they will sit there talking about inflexions or accounting coursework. And I'll just be waiting for them to start talking about music,love, art or even the investigative analysis of owl pellets, just so long as they could be slightly less BORING. There really is something decidedly odd about students here, often something I can't put my finger on. Something robotic perhaps?
It's important that you don't let anyone here think that you're their friend, because then people, you have yourself another fucking responsibility. Amuse the robot. She's your friend. It's seriously not worth the commitment, they'll ask you to go for coffee and everything. And it's not like you can say 'No, I don't really like you that much and to be honest I'd rather eat my own foot than listen to you jangling on about coursework/how much you drunk last night/your pathetic life in general'. And truthfully, it's hard to really maintain a dialogue with people so willing to bore you, yet so conversively unwelcoming.
This does sound like a negative post, but it's not really. It's more, well, speculation.
Anyway, the point is, you're a racist.
Wednesday, February 21, 2007 1:29:10 PM
I really am starting to feel a little paranoid about what happens to me at night. The grey skin thing was kinda funny really. This morning I woke up with a graze on the size of my nose, like someone had been sucking on my nose really. Haha. Come to think of it, a while ago, Terry told me that he found me walking along the landing at night. I spoke to him and everything, but I didn't remember it at all. It makes you wonder (and worry) about what you actually get up to at night. One morning I will wake up to 'That wasn't a dream Caz. You really did walk to the pub at 2am in your knickers and old grey vest.'
The other day, I decided I would like to watch a programme called 'Conspiracy Files: 9/11' So there I was, at 11pm, switched over to bbc2, checked it was on. It was, but at 11.40. Hmmm. Checked the radio times. Yup, 11pm. Several write-ups on it too. So got back to the tv, but this time, the programme had totally disappeared from the sky menu without a trace. No announcement, nothing. Did I imagine the programme? Well it was weird, so I thought I'd tell myself about it in this post...
Tuesday, February 20, 2007 5:12:49 PM
Um yeah so I got het up earlier...partly from mentioning bmth earlier and then from checking up on the I Hate BMTH Myspace group (Myspace...that's a topic for another day), so I've decided to moan for a bit. BMTH are pants. I REFUSE to believe that any people with hairstyles THAT bad can play music that I will enjoy. It could have been good, but every riff, every breakdown, every bridge...there's always this faggy, screamo undertone. I think they're trying to breed a new genre 'thrashcore'. Now I'd like to provide a gratis translation on all musical genres that end with '-core'. Genres which have added the word '-core' to the end of a pre-existing genre 'Metalcore, emocore, grindcore'-basically means that this genre has taken something good and soiled it. Now, no matter how good that song sounds at the beginning, that song be sprinkled with tinges of scene crapness, as long as the genre has the word '-core' at the end of it. Or in the case of emocore, taking something deplorable and making it worse. So it's basically like shitting on Sheffield.
Hopefully a more positive post tommorrow, but I've been trying to design a database today
which does not put me in the best of moods.
Final thought: We should wear hats more often.
Tuesday, February 20, 2007 12:45:41 PM
So, I've been hearing a lot about this band, 'alexisonfire'. Now, I already knew that they weren't my usual thing, because all of their fans have ghey hair and are generally pretentious losers who say they love poetry, or even lamer, think they're a photographer. Hmm, pale and interesting eh? But, while I would happily judge their fans, I try to be open-minded with music. I wondered why they were so popular and sold out. So trying to keep an balanced viewpoint, I checked out their myspace. And I won't lie, I was completely bored to death within about 30 seconds. I mean, what is exciting about this music? It aroused no positive feelings within me. Very formulaic, unextraordinary, and frankly, I'm completely unimpressed with those familiar vocals. Is there a factory somewhere (probably Sheffield...but that's another story) that produces mediocre, inexuberant male vocalists? God, you're all such a bunch of losers. Get a haircut, you sicken me.
'Pale and interesting', PFFT! Try 'pale and aggresive and loves Nile'.
Now I've started fretting about Bring Me To The Horizon, but I'll talk about those sacks of wimpy tapir shit next time.
Final thought: Noisy french people in librarys are really annoying, especially if they're ugly.
Monday, February 19, 2007 3:15:08 PM
This weekend has been slightly boring. And I haven't been anywhere for weeks. No money dammit. We unblocked my drain on Sunday and found the problem: a Tamagochi lodged in the pipe: someone obviously did not bond well with their cyberpet.
I dreamed that I killed Gwyneth Paltrow the other night, which was weird, she asked me to do it though, so I sliced her from chin to navel. It was kinda depraved really.
Last week Terry and I developed an addiction to soul calibur 3 again. You have to be really careful with that game, after a while I found myself staring at the wall and seeing characters. Then we went to the pub and got attacked with pink lipstick by john..meaning we had it all over our face. That was OK until everyone else who had been plagued by lipstick left, and Mart and I just looked like two psycho trannie hobos, just sat there. I always know that I'm annoying and over-forthcoming when I've had a few glasses of wine, but what intrigues me is why I can't seem to stop telling people that their friends are fat. Every time I do something like that, I realise that I might end up being a podgy housewife. That would fucking teach me.
Now here's another question: What kind of sick person wants to study business information systems?
Final thought, don't be scared of death, just the horrifying affliction which causes it.
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