Being an hour behind my usual time zone is messing with my already messed up body clock.
And self medicating isn't really doing me any good in the sleep department either. I did discover that six xanax and a bottle of shiraz makes my back stop aching, then it goes numb, and i feel all floaty and relaxed. But not in that nice, natural way.
Oh well!
I miss my iMac. I want to upload some photos, but can't on here.
I miss a lot of things actually. People mostly.
At the end of the day, its the people that count. After all that wine and sedation, I only got 5 hours sleep, and when I woke up felt like listening to romantic rock songs. Like Nick Cave And The Bad Seeds' bittersweet dittys, and Led Zeppelin's Ten Years Gone.
Sentimentality gets the better of me sometimes. Blah blah blah.
I am essentially killing time before shops open so I can buy some AV cables and a book to read so I don't go on a boredom induced killing spree. Mind you, does killing bogans really count as murder? Even on an ethnic cleansing level, society in general would probably be better for it. I mean, imagine the world where people knew who Gustav Holst was and could have a discussion about literature without using the words 'cunt' and 'fuckin' every two syllables... Hitler was such an underachiever.
But yeah, I am after the last of Gregory Maguire's Oz books today. Was supposed to grab it yesterday, but the idea was to grab it at the end of the day so as to not have to lug a book around as well as my camera, but fate had other plans. So today.
I want to take my old speakers home with me. I was listening to music yesterday through them, and they sound just as good now as what they did when I first got them (my dad got me a pretty high end hifi system when i was 11, and the speakers were A MAY ZING). The damn things are big and heavy though, so it would cost me a fortune in shipping. Its more a sentimental thing really, my dad having died and me not having that many great memories of him, plus they remind me of sixteen year old Tyrone and his slightly less complicated life.
See! SENTIMENTAL.
Its like keeping a silly sticker that someone stuck on me because it was stuck there by someone special. SENTIMENTAL.
I make myself sick sometimes. heh.
Not everything is all frantic and chaotic and loud.
And this is my favourite nick cave song ever. And the video is amazing. Bunch of musicians, models and actors dancing in former soviet political headquarters in Kazakhstan? I want to make a music video that good one day.
Dammit I missed my train! Annnnd because this part of the world is overlooked by adequate funding, the damned things only run every 30 minutes.
*watches more Bad Seeds videos*
And self medicating isn't really doing me any good in the sleep department either. I did discover that six xanax and a bottle of shiraz makes my back stop aching, then it goes numb, and i feel all floaty and relaxed. But not in that nice, natural way.
Oh well!
I miss my iMac. I want to upload some photos, but can't on here.
I miss a lot of things actually. People mostly.
At the end of the day, its the people that count. After all that wine and sedation, I only got 5 hours sleep, and when I woke up felt like listening to romantic rock songs. Like Nick Cave And The Bad Seeds' bittersweet dittys, and Led Zeppelin's Ten Years Gone.
Sentimentality gets the better of me sometimes. Blah blah blah.
I am essentially killing time before shops open so I can buy some AV cables and a book to read so I don't go on a boredom induced killing spree. Mind you, does killing bogans really count as murder? Even on an ethnic cleansing level, society in general would probably be better for it. I mean, imagine the world where people knew who Gustav Holst was and could have a discussion about literature without using the words 'cunt' and 'fuckin' every two syllables... Hitler was such an underachiever.
But yeah, I am after the last of Gregory Maguire's Oz books today. Was supposed to grab it yesterday, but the idea was to grab it at the end of the day so as to not have to lug a book around as well as my camera, but fate had other plans. So today.
I want to take my old speakers home with me. I was listening to music yesterday through them, and they sound just as good now as what they did when I first got them (my dad got me a pretty high end hifi system when i was 11, and the speakers were A MAY ZING). The damn things are big and heavy though, so it would cost me a fortune in shipping. Its more a sentimental thing really, my dad having died and me not having that many great memories of him, plus they remind me of sixteen year old Tyrone and his slightly less complicated life.
See! SENTIMENTAL.
Its like keeping a silly sticker that someone stuck on me because it was stuck there by someone special. SENTIMENTAL.
I make myself sick sometimes. heh.
Not everything is all frantic and chaotic and loud.
And this is my favourite nick cave song ever. And the video is amazing. Bunch of musicians, models and actors dancing in former soviet political headquarters in Kazakhstan? I want to make a music video that good one day.
Dammit I missed my train! Annnnd because this part of the world is overlooked by adequate funding, the damned things only run every 30 minutes.
*watches more Bad Seeds videos*
kay:
I love Nick Cave. Well and truly.