I alternate Mondays to Saturdays and on Sundays just go for whatever.
Hi! Yeah I am British. Other people have commented on me acting “America” or wanting to be so before but I’m not really sure what that even means. I don’t really hold any great attachment to my nationality if I’m honest but at the same time I don’t long to be an American or whatever. Stuff like that doesn’t play on my mind.
I FEEL LIKE I’M IN TRON RIGHT NOW
WHERE IS DAFT PUNK
PLAYING AT MY HOUSE
Re-reading a “novella” I wrote when I was about 17. Must say some of it holds up quite well for the self-indulgent ramblings of a friendless virgin.
because of people like you :)
Here’s a 1000 word “micro-story”/piece of “flash-fiction”/whatever I wrote in about 45 minutes earlier this evening. No planning, very little editing. To be fair there’s very little anything - I like minimalism :)
I didn’t write it with the intention of posting it, but I’m bored and there’s nothing on my dashboard. Enjoy, or whatever:
My parents have got my Aunty and Uncle around for dinner, but I’m not eating with them and instead staying in my room working on my essays so as to create an air of mystery around myself, so if I ever achieve anything my extended family can go “Oh, I knew he’d succeed; he always worked so hard” and if I don’t they can go “We don’t understand what happened; he always worked so hard”.
Charles Bukowski (via iwasateenageunicorn)
I read the passage from Ham on Rye this is from last night and, hey presto, I wake up and find someone posted it on my feed.
Proof of something. Confidence probably.
I went to a friend’s house where two other friends were waiting. When I got there my friend was comparing his vinyl collection with his flatmate. My other two friends were just standing around. I thought about how nice the house seemed and how I’d like to live in a shared house like it. I drank some wine and people started talking about maths. I didn’t understand any of it. We left.
We got to the place and stayed downstairs. My friend Matt didn’t have the same drink twice and didn’t leave gaps between them. They played “There Is A Light That Should Never Go Out” and I said playing The Smiths in Manchester should be against the law, but I don’t think anyone heard me.
At one point me and my friend Matt went to a takeaway. On the way we saw a Hare Krishna band and I explained to him what they were. We spoke about girls. I nodded a lot. One of our friends joined us after we’d finished leaving. My friend Matt left and I stayed in the takeaway with my other friend.
We went back and did shots of Jagermeister and I said the usual stuff I say about Jagermeister. We were in the upstairs room of the place and the sound system was awful. It sounded like a YouTube video. There was a bored look soundguy at the mixing desk who kept walking off.
The first song the DJ played after midnight was “The Queen Is Dead”. I thought about what I said before about how playing The Smiths in Manchester should be against the law but didn’t repeat it. My friend requested “Suedehead” by Morrissey but I don’t think they played it.
Later on, one of us wanted to leave but I’m not sure who because I didn’t want to and we didn’t. The three people I was with all disappeared and I danced in the room with the crappy sound to Springsteen. I saw a girl I don’t know kiss a boy I don’t know and stopped dancing.
Sometimes I swear there’s a switch in my head that goes off in my head and I can’t enjoy anything.
On the way back to Matt’s, my friend Jack said “Happy New Year” and I said “I’m going to kill myself”.
At Matt’s house I watched Peep Show on my own and sipped a bottle of JD. I went upstairs to Matt’s room and showed them my Tumblr. Matt fell asleep but he snored so we moved downstairs.
Whilst the rest of my friends spoke how you could still hear him snoring through the ceiling, I wrote this on my phone. When they fell asleep too I just stared into space.
- written at 6.03am, 01/01/2011, copied from my phone with slight modifications