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Before I flicker out
Oct. 10th, 2009 12:28 am- Today was the last day of my first week back at uni, and I am so tired it has reached the point where sleep is not an option and stream of consciousness typing is a go go.
- I decided in my exhaustion that until I had read some F Scott Fitzgerald I was not a well rounded human being. Now it's half past midnight and I just finished reading the entirety of the Great Gatsby and I'm feeling vicariously disillusioned with life and want cocktails
- Description of the Muse song 'Knights of Cydonia' by some magazine: "[the song] begs to be taken off on a stretcher and sprayed with liquid novocaine like a histrionic italian footballer". Best. Description. Ever.
- New icons making me disproportionately happy. Wish the pictures were real though, instead of me photoshopping Ed and Rob together and Bowie with Robert Smith leaning over his shoulder... how awesome would it be if Bowie sang with Smith? Can't stop listening to 'Wrong Number'... rearranged record collection so I can get to the damn things without turning the boxes upside down. Have too much Hoodoo Gurus. Is there such thing as too much Hoodoo Gurus? Must investigate further. I have Run DMC on record. Fucking A. Did not realise that. Who the hell gave me that?
- Appreciating Bob Dylan through the weirdness of 'I'm Not There'. Still can't make self like Cate Blanchett. Looks creepily like Dylan, though. Wondering why the Beatles have helium voices and why there was not more Ben Whishaw... Ben with cigarette is sex. Somehow he always makes me think of consumptive Victorian poets.
- Sorry for this post? Uhm.
- I decided in my exhaustion that until I had read some F Scott Fitzgerald I was not a well rounded human being. Now it's half past midnight and I just finished reading the entirety of the Great Gatsby and I'm feeling vicariously disillusioned with life and want cocktails
- Description of the Muse song 'Knights of Cydonia' by some magazine: "[the song] begs to be taken off on a stretcher and sprayed with liquid novocaine like a histrionic italian footballer". Best. Description. Ever.
- New icons making me disproportionately happy. Wish the pictures were real though, instead of me photoshopping Ed and Rob together and Bowie with Robert Smith leaning over his shoulder... how awesome would it be if Bowie sang with Smith? Can't stop listening to 'Wrong Number'... rearranged record collection so I can get to the damn things without turning the boxes upside down. Have too much Hoodoo Gurus. Is there such thing as too much Hoodoo Gurus? Must investigate further. I have Run DMC on record. Fucking A. Did not realise that. Who the hell gave me that?
- Appreciating Bob Dylan through the weirdness of 'I'm Not There'. Still can't make self like Cate Blanchett. Looks creepily like Dylan, though. Wondering why the Beatles have helium voices and why there was not more Ben Whishaw... Ben with cigarette is sex. Somehow he always makes me think of consumptive Victorian poets.
- Sorry for this post? Uhm.
