It sounds pretentious but it’s true

There’s a lack of fiction on my bookshelf.

I should start reading novels, but I find them hard. I read “…so John went to meet James at the mall..”, and think, “Why did the author write that? That’s stupid.” Y’know? Ah bollocks.

There’s a live crab in my kitchen, sitting in a tesco bag, making bubbles. It looks scared that there’s a pan of boiling water waiting for it. Poor thing.

Why is it acceptable to boil a crab/lobster to death, but not any living thing? If someone televised a cow/pig/chicken being boiled alive, there’d be uproar.

Yah. It’s raining and I’m bored. On the up side, my ceiling appears to be fixed.

Listening to: Tegan and Sara – You Wouldn’t Like Me

Assholes

Assholes at Edgware Road shoving different free London newspapers in my face.

Assholes who don’t wear deoriant on the tube.

Assholes who….

I was going to write a list of assholes, but I’m in a good mood now that I have a pack of white rabbit.

Becareful what you wish for. I once wished for a little brother. Now I have one.

If you google image search “lily allen“, you get my old last.fm icon (well right now you do, it’ll change). That’s quite shameful.

Listening to: Sigur Ros – Hoppípolla

Drip, Drip, Fucking Drip

The ceiling in my bedroom is making me anxious. Every time there’s heavy rain, it leaks. The contents of my bin are emptied, and it turns into a raincatcher. Goddamn rubbish builders.

You’d think spiders would realize / spread the word that baths are death traps. But no, they still walk over to the edge and go, “that looks like fun, I think I’ll go in there.”

Twats.

I wonder what camera flashes do to spiders. This one just stood still as I flashed it.

WordPress improved their post editor, so it’s nicer, but still annoying.

I’ve been given an APS roll of film to finish off by the parentals (like last time). The camera (a Canon IXUS L-1) gives no indication as to how many shots are left, only that 16 have been taken. Thus, APS is rubbash.

Watching: Pi

Sick

Pharmaceutical companies like to mock the ill with their bastard child-proof bottles. When you’re ill, you become weak. You cannot squeeze down and twist to open the bottle. It took me ages to get into my beechams

My watch is one hour behind. I’ve been wearing it for almost a week, and have only just noticed.

Goddamn, my hair needs cutting so bad. It’d be fun to just shave it all off. Or just leave a little. Or get a fauxhawk. Fuck yeah.

Listening to: Edith Piaf – La Foule

There’s no time for daydreams

I’ve been stuck in la la land.

This is where I space out and walk about in a numb haze.

I often come close to getting run over whilst crossing the road when in la la land.

The ticket to la la land is lack of sleep.

Lack of sleep caused by thunderstorms & a leaking roof. I spent most of last night sitting on my window, watching the thunder & making sure the water dripping from my bedroom ceiling didn’t go near my electronics/books.

Some Filipino tapped me on the arm on the bus today and said “Hi! “.

I had no idea who they were, it hurt my brain.

Speaking of Filipinos, some wacko pinoy spiritual healer came to my house yesterday. He claimed he could read my dreams. HA. Then he put his hand on my head to check for daemons.

“What makes you think that putting your hand on my head will take daemons away?”

“Oh, it’s in the bible”.

Right. Some Filipinos are insane.

When I was really depressed ages ago, my mum got some wacko woman to ‘fix me’. She pressed the crucifix of a rosary on my little finger. When I screamed out in pain, she claimed that it was a sign of daemons or some bullshit like that. I said “no asshole, it’s because the crucifix has a fucking pointy edge, get the hell off me”.

Listening to: Willy Mason – So Long