The goshdarned evil strain of cold/flu/sore throat/coughing doom has come back around with a vengence, and hence I am rather ill.
For the last few days I've been feeling like someone had been pumelling my head with a brick and had been sanding down my throat with an extremely abrasive material. However, now that feeling has gone. It has been replaced with the breathless, wheezy panic of hardcore asthma, leaving me wishing I could just stay (propped up) in bed. Alas, Media Studies and the planning of our film beckoned, so I lugged my sorry ass into school.
The film is turning out pretty well, at least what we have so far. The brief is to create the opening five minutes of a thriller movie, including the titles. You'd be amazed how many groups made a 5 minute long film last year, so the plot ran itself all the way through. Crazy fuckers. So far, we're thinking of doing a period vampire piece. I think I'm going to be playing the single vampire victim in the scene, so I get to be all made up to be dead with bruises and scratches and blood and junk. Also, it means I have to take my shirt off. Which is cool. I love this co-directing lark.
I've been thinking a little harder about going to Uni. I want to do journalism in the long run, so that I can use my "gift for words" to make some money, but I'm planning to leave that for now, and get the best possible degree I can at a super respected uni, and then follow it with a professional journalism course. Right now, I'm thinking of trying to take an Economics degree at Oxford or Cambridge. Comments anyone?
My new thing is working on my music. I've taken up the piano again due to my almost constant regret of giving it up a few years ago, and I'm really working on my composition for both bass and guitar. What I'm working towards is being able to record songs that are entirely of my own making, something that I'm proud of, something that I created myself.
The stuff I've done so far is so incredibly different from everything I've ever written before, it has so many levels and is really rather cool. Most shocking of all, some of it's in 3:4 time. The hardest part to deal with is knowing that there are people (yes, even cool people like you bunch) who will really not dig the stuff that I'm making right now. When you write pop-punk-plod-rock songs, most alternative listeners can listen to it without barfing every now and then, but this shit, you either love it or loathe it. Personally, I love it, but then again, I did write it. If you want an idea of where I'm going with my influences, check out some Desparecidos, Flaming Lips, Paper Chase, Kyuss, Favez, and even Bright Eyes to some extent, although much weirder. For now though, I like it, and that's all that matters.
Creative control really is the best thing in the world.
I've been avoiding the Coke christmas advert like the plauge. Vinnie was right, once you've seen that, Christmas is here, so I run to the hills whenever it starts.
I'm able to work some overtime in the christmas holidays. I'm not turning my nose up at £50 for a day or so's work. Money to Burrrrrrn. Anyway. Here's the stuff I want. (Chance of getting item [probably paid for by self] listed in brackets)
+ Sony Atrac CD/MP3 player (7)
+ Digital Video Camera (0)
+ Apple Mac iBook (-3)
+ Blank CDs (9)
+ Tape deck for stereo system (2)
+ MP3 Jukebox (discounting Sony Atrac, 8)
+ PS2 repair (9)
+ Tony Hawk's: Underground (6)
+ Chili Peppers @ Slane Castle DVD (4)
+ Alk3 DVD (4)
+ Pirates Of The Carribean DVD (9)
+ Thrice & Coheed and Cambria tickets (7)
+ Brand New & Straylight Run & Moneen tickets (10. Linz. Wheee!)
+ Kazaa to work again (5)
+ WinMX to be better if Kazaa kicks it altogether (5)
+ Bugger load of CD's (9)
+ Brown Cords (8)
+ New Trainers. White. Velcro. Three Straps. (10)
+ Assorted Hoodies (7)
+ Nice hat (8)
+ More boxer shorts dammit (10)
+ Baggy Jeans, without the arse-rippage (7)
+ Sweet lovin' (1)
+ Drummer for The Metro (7)
+ To be better in time for Crimbo (9)
+ Musical ability (2)
....and that's about all folks.
+++ Oh yeah. I think I broke my index finger on my right hand. I'm pretty sure that's what the swelling and brusing means.
Goddamned fragile bonestructure. *Shakes Fist*