psycho stays indoors

Evening



Quite bored to tears tonight, so I might just make a coffee and read American Psycho in bed. Was going to see Last Samurai until one of the guys pulled out, so we cancelled. No matter - it looks quite miserable out anyway. Sometimes staying in has its advantages...



On the property side of things I looked at a house this morning a few minutes away. The room is smaller than mine at the moment (!) but the kitchen is reasonably tidy and big. The rent is £50pw, so I guess I will see what other offers come up. And I should have a job interview by the back end of this week :)

reflections on "verbal Jen-ocide"

I think today I will reflect on having read most of Jen's journal. Whilst much of what's in there is fine, I really do fear for the sanity of most of her friends.

Anyway I am off to campus in about half an hour. All going well I should find out my composition folio mark today, which needs to be good to compensate for how awful I think I've done in tonal music and the psych elective.

I can't think of anything else to write. Oh well. Maybe after another coffee...

redundant

Something I watched on the telly cheered me up immensely earlier. Oddly enough, it was an episode of Friends with Phoebe singing a song about staying at Monica's apartment:

"They thought Phoebe would leave,
But she just stayed and stayed,
That's right,
I'm here all night,
And Chandler will never get laid"

Even I cannot put my finger on the reason why this has brightened my mood so.

In other bits of malarkey concerning my life I got made redundant on friday along with 2 other guys - the reason being that 'the company has no use for online credit vetting any more.' Well smack my arse and call me Judy ... (don't.)

Some guy from Australia called Jay is coming over to London in April - there's this girl called Sonya who I chat with on MSN and I sent her a couple of my songs as demos, which she forwarded to Jay, and apparently he loves my stuff. So much so, in fact, that he wants me to do a couple of music projects with him. I don't know what it involves exactly, but it is definitely good news. It could be the start of my big break.

Have been reading up on the net regarding the final series of Friends. Yes it's quite sad that I'm actually hooked on it, but after the end of series 10 there will be a 90-minute Thanksgiving episode this autumn, (for which the cast received $2m each) followed perhaps by a feature-length film, and there will definitely be the debut season of "Joey" starring Matt LeBlanc on NBC this autumn. Which personally speaking is a shit idea - what on earth will the storyline be? "sleeps with chick 1, sleeps with chick 2, sleeps with chick x, gets head stuck in fridge"....boooooooring. The 6 cast are nothing without each other. And anyway rich ppl need vast incomes. None of their careers has taken off particularly well outside of the sitcom, perhaps Courteney Cox Arquette's Scream adventures excepting, so I would bet that it won't be long before they come running back for more. Despite the 'the final series' subtitle on the series 10 packaging on play.com....

octandre

It's taken me over 8 hours today to write 15 bars of music for 8 instruments...insanely slow progress, but what would you expect with Varese. Funnily enough even my tutor doesn't know when the deadline for the orchestration folio is, so I suppose I better ring up the music school early tomorrow to find out. I might've done it all early and it's not in till friday - which at least gives me nothing to do for 4 days.

Some good news from home: my dad has managed to sell the Fiat. However, we still haven't managed to resolve the insurance complications surrounding the Fiat, which can only intensify now that my dad's managed to sell the bloody car off. Oops.

blues, booze, snooze.

Spent New Year's Eve with my dad in a tiny blues bar at the bottom violent end of Sutton. (The end which stretches into Rose Hill and Mitcham) Madam Depression claims me once more as the clock strikes twelve. These are meant to be the happiest, freest days of my life - whilst I dearly love my family, I feel your eldest teen years are supposed to be something different, a time when you should be out celebrating with friends and seeing the year in. My sister certainly is. Then again, making friends was second nature to her. I suppose I am ultimately a more cautious figure - I've been hurt before in the past with people I thought I could trust. This is not meant to be an egomanical, solipsistic rant either. I am well aware how much I talk about myself, and it's never intentional, so I apologise. (Notice how I've mentioned the word "I" 10 times in this paragraph alone.)

New Year's resolutions?

Get more sleep.
Write better music.
Make more friends.
Try find love and never let it go.