Ian's Quote O'The Days Tim: Do you not do Chemistry you bastard?
Honor: We ALL threw up and I woke up in the Holiday Inn with a man called JesusDue to a multitude of reasons I have not blogged since last Thursday, be this because I was too busy some nights, too unconnected to the internet or just plan dead on my feed I have been unable to satisfy your cravings for all things blog. This however shall be remedied tonight.
I am currently spending time drinking tea, eating biscuits and watching Zombieland. Was having a weird "I hate being alone" depression stage sparked by a character in the film "Assassination Of A High School President" looking hideously like "her" new boyfriend, that sped up the downward spiral I was midway through. This film however coupled with the tea and the biscuit has actually cheered me up somewhat.
I demand you watch this film, it isn't Shaun Of The Dead but it is still hideously funny.
Right where shall I begin? When was my last update? Thursday I believe. I shall check... Yes "1813 Words Later" was indeed Thursday's update, though it lies and said it was written Friday 30th October, it wasn't. You know this. I know this. Life knows this.
Friday involved going to see Bloc Party at the Rivermead Leisure Centre, pre-drinks occured at the abode of Templeman and the gig was actually pretty fucking good, not the best that I've seen them, that honour goes to their Reading Festival 2007 performance but it was still pretty fucking good. Support wise though, well let's just say I have seen better support bands, the forty five minutes I spent writhing on a hospital bed before the morphine kicked in during the infamous "twisticles" incident was a better use of time than the twenty minutes the support band were on for. They soounded like a mix between The Hoosiers and Glasvegas if both bands had forgottten how to actually make music. That such bands exist and are successful make me wnat to commit crimes against humanity. I wish bands like this will end and the world absorb their energy and d something constructive with it, such as an earthquake or a tree.
Spent most of the time at the back of the gig with Templeman, drinking beer and watching Bloc Party tear and briefly electro their way through the set. Afterwards the gig viewing posse and I made our way to Sakura where Kele, the Bloc Party singer dude, was doing a DJ set. Twas a good use of an evening. Ended up back at Templemans with an assortment of people eating kebab and chicken. That was an epic use of a 4am. I want another kebab now but I am over my fortnightly quota of one, also could be called a weekly quota of one, but fortnightly makes it seem like I eat less. Actually I don't eat an awful lot of kebab, fried chicken on the other hand.
I have the massive urge to watch The Big Lebowski and eat a kebab will drinking tea and tea-dunked biscuit.
Saturday daytime was spent in town spending yet more money I had not. Halloween was upon us and the evening was spent well, right up until someone got us thrown out of the club as he was macho arsehole with an anger problem, an ego issue and some weird "I have to assert my manliness" that makes me think that either he has never seen a vagina before or he has one, this anger problem and ego issue continued throughout the course of the night right up until he strangled me and I threw him out of my house as I'm not tainting my awesome by being around such a cunt any longer. You know the kind of people you defend to your friends? Then after that you realise that your friends where right and you feel fairly stupid about not having seen it from the beginning. Shan't give this matter anymore blogspace but at the time it made me so angry I was physically shaking, this rarely happens in the world of Ian. Occasionally my hand will shake when I'm angered but I was shaking from my core. It was scary as fuck, dislike being that angry. I mean I've been angry before but
that angry was just scary. Too many lines were crossed that night, way too many lines.
Sunday was spent attempting to do work. Kebab was eaten (kebab which I was paid £1.40 due to some epic over changing), Coke was drunk and 1600 words were written eventually. An annoying assignment it was, the kidn where you spend an hour thinking of what the first line of a paragraph but as soon as this elusive sentance is expelled forth onto the page the next 200 hundred words come easier than a, you know, easy thing from Amsterdam.
Monday was a sad day. Louisa was too ill to attend seminar times. It seemed a lonely and barren place without her, Welsh Guy and Irish Guy were good company but they were not Louisa. The three hour seemed longer, the room seemed darker, the history seemed less historical and my life seemed that little bit sadder. I would've shed a tear if I was something less of a man.
Today was spent doing absolutly nothing, a privelge I had earned by spending a lot of money on a costume I hardly got to use, drink that got sobered away from me by anger and finishing my work. Now I return to learning Blindfolds Aside on t'bass.
Still downward spiralling if I am being quite honest with you avid reader. I'm sure I'll be ok but for some reason beyond me I am missing "her" so fucking much recently. Not even sure if it's "her" I'm missing or just the ideal of actually having a "her" that make sense?