Sorry I haven't posted for quite a while, things have been hectic with uni coursework and suchlike. I have twigged that due to various inconsiderate people (whose names I will not mention) playing loud music at untimely hours in the house, the optimal time to get up to work is very early indeed, this is why I have been going to bed at between 10.30 and 11pm, and arising before 7, usually around 6.45.
I awoke this morning and resorted to a highly childish, but tremendously satisfying, retaliation of last night's dull-thudding and thumping music by playing the entire contents of the MI2 soundtrack on near-full blast with max bass boost. This resulted in someone chucking a bucket of water at my window, most of which rather amusingly missed.
Anyhow, with this new work strategy in mind, I appear to be achieving more in a shorter amount of time. For example, over the entire month of Easter holidays I had written a 20-page composition, whereas in 4 days (not counting the Monday I arrived back in Leeds) I have completed all remaining composition, completed orchestration #5, started #6, (and I have to do 7 in all) and have even managed to find time to write 700 words of the gargantuan 4,000 word essay. Impressive stuff. I am sure the other reason for such a good work rate is the fact I haven't been out clubbing since I arrived back here on Monday, though.
Yesterday I took great pleasure in going for a walk past the mosque and up into Hyde Park, where I lay stretched out on some grass for over an hour, just drifting in and out of reality. Appropriately, my mate Phil messaged me to ask if I wanted to go for a couple of quick drinks at the Royal Park later, so I agreed. And there you have it ... in the 5 days I have been back I have spent £3.90 on pubbing/clubbing. Times certainly are changing at this villa ;)
Getting onto the internet to update this journal has been a different story altogether, though. Various people in the house (not naming names again) have taken it upon themselves to assume that I am somehow "responsible" for "sabotaging" the "network". I am guessing that they have made these assumptions based on the fact that everyone else in the house is buddy-buddy, and therefore I am the person most likely to be singled out as one with particularly evil machinations, conjuring up my box of hateful tricks in my dingy crap ass room.
Well, they got the dingy crap ass room bit right, but I don't appreciate comments being made behind my back about what I have or have not done. Again, someone (who will remain unnamed) should know all about this, having kicked off at me recently when I did the exact same thing to her.
I then concluded my MI2 ramblings by slipping my trainers on and going for a very pleasant walk up the road and to the local One-Stop, where I bought a copy of today's Daily Mail, because I was expressly looking for some homophobic msyoginistic white trash right-wing views today.
After reading through this newspaper, which like all things written by egomaniacs pretend to be so much more than they really deliver, I then drove into town to go to the bank, since the buttons on the fucking ATM last night got stuck, resulting in giving me £100 rather than £10, and I don't feel comfortable hanging around with such large sums of moolah on my person.
The Formula 1 (San Marino GP) qualifying was excellent, though I watched it before I went to the bank, meaning that this weblog entry isn't completely chronologically accurate, but who cares? anyhow, i put £2 on Button to qualify in pole position for my old man ... and obviously Button gets it, due to a rather timely mistake by that prat M Schumacher. So with 12-1 odds ... that's £25 to the better for the old boy. Bookies are incredibly stupid when it comes to Formula 1 - Autosport magazine is released on Friday, but we get our copy on Thursday as we have a subscription, meaning we can plot out what is going to happen before the bookies finalise their odds, so we have a fairly good idea what is going on. At the present rate of success in our gambilng efforts, we should easily make over £400 this F1 season, having netted just over £70 already since the start of the championship, in just 3 races. Which will come in very useful, of course.
I may have to go to the library later as I have to read up on my boring-as-shite essay, which is an unfortunate necessity. It seems to be that theorists, and especially music theorists, love to over-complicate things by introducing stupid complex words that have no meaning to anyone but themselves, the only purpose of which would appear to be to make them seem more competent in their particular field of study, whilst denigrating everyone else around them for having an amusingly 'inferior' vocabluary. The most idiotic example I can think of right now is a book by a "music" "historian" called Middleton. Middleton, aside from being the biggest ponce on the surface of the Earth since Julian Clary, goes as far as labelling songs 'analysis objects'. I mean for fuck's sake. If they want to get 50% of all sixth-form students into university they might do well to lower fees, rather than raise them, and second of all, to have course reading that is written in something that greater resembles the language of PLAIN ENGLISH. Fucking hell.
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