Julie went to a party on saturday. She went ice skating in east kilbride and my dad decided to kick about until it was time to pick her up. I just remembered I haven't told anyone this story. For some reason he decided to explain, in some detail, what the shopping centre was like, ignoring the fact that until I was like 13 or 14 I spent every weekend there, watching shit films and buying tacky junk. Even after that I had a friend who preferred going there to going to town so we had many an after school jaunt. I informed my father of this and he gave me a look of disgust. He then said when he returned home and told my mum about his experience he said the following:
"If I'm dying in East Kilbride, please take me somewhere else, anywhere else."
He then told us about some shop he ended up in.
"I don't know if you've heard of it. Holland and Barratt?"
I told him that the shop was indeed well-known. They had adverts on the tv and everything. In fact I almost got a job there once but bad luck prevailed.
Apparently the prices in there are disgustingly high. A fact he complained about for most of the walk to Parkhead. Yes, my dad and his mate were bemoaning the prices of complementary therapy and supplements whilst walking through a rabble Celtic fans who were trying desperately to get as drunk as possible before the early kick off.
Sometimes I just wanna hug him.
Wednesday, April 30, 2008
Tiramisu is awesome
I wrote a lot last night. I kept starting with a fresh idea and falling asleep half way through. As a result my sentences begin neat and legible and end in CATHERINE WHEN YOU WAKE UP REMEMBER THAT YOU WANTED TO WRITE ABOUT ENGLISH TOURISTS AND THEIR DAIRY COMPULSION.
Least that's what I can make out.
I also seem to have written over my last paragraph at least three times making the words really dark and swirly.
On the plus side I am actually writing again after a period of nothing?
Least that's what I can make out.
I also seem to have written over my last paragraph at least three times making the words really dark and swirly.
On the plus side I am actually writing again after a period of nothing?
Sunday, April 27, 2008
Oh so tawdry
I have a choice.
Dirty pretty things ticket or a haircut.
Carl Barat all half naked smoking with his guitar or a way to stop looking awful.
The man who gave my little parisienne a theme with his offhand comment about epiphanies that I loved so much I copied it out on notebooks and scraps and hands.
Or being to see without shaking my head all the time.
I'm going to have to be sensible and go with hair. After all I have seen the band already and I do have exams around the time they're playing.
Oh it is so hard being financially wise but it'll be worth it.
Incredibly tired. Beyond tired. Summary of life over past few days: no sleep, made cookies, went to Perthshire where I: looked at stones, watched a man make fire, saw lots of ducks, hated on some posh girls who were afraid of bees. Then I: went to el cinema, met bob and his friend who remembers reading my boobs (and phoned the other friend who remembered what was written on my tshirt), tutted at djs who didn't have the music I wanted, dozed amongst girls underwear, watched celtic win for once, ate cookies.
To do: sleep.
Also the sun is shining in case you haven't noticed and my cheeks got burnt because they always do the instant the sun appears. Bad side: itchiness. Good side: freckles!
Dirty pretty things ticket or a haircut.
Carl Barat all half naked smoking with his guitar or a way to stop looking awful.
The man who gave my little parisienne a theme with his offhand comment about epiphanies that I loved so much I copied it out on notebooks and scraps and hands.
Or being to see without shaking my head all the time.
I'm going to have to be sensible and go with hair. After all I have seen the band already and I do have exams around the time they're playing.
Oh it is so hard being financially wise but it'll be worth it.
Incredibly tired. Beyond tired. Summary of life over past few days: no sleep, made cookies, went to Perthshire where I: looked at stones, watched a man make fire, saw lots of ducks, hated on some posh girls who were afraid of bees. Then I: went to el cinema, met bob and his friend who remembers reading my boobs (and phoned the other friend who remembered what was written on my tshirt), tutted at djs who didn't have the music I wanted, dozed amongst girls underwear, watched celtic win for once, ate cookies.
To do: sleep.
Also the sun is shining in case you haven't noticed and my cheeks got burnt because they always do the instant the sun appears. Bad side: itchiness. Good side: freckles!
Thursday, April 24, 2008
L'amour ne dure pas toujours
Back when I was on livejournal often I used to browse this which led me to buy Lost in Translation
and Lady Vengeance
purely because they looked so goddamn beautiful, which they are.
I found it again the other day when I was bored and spied a film called Dans Paris. I know of this film because amazon is offering it as a deal with Chansons d'amour (my musical about threesomes which is now out on dvd and I have spent many an hour holding longingly but alas, it costs too much). So I thought I'd have a click, see what it looked like.
Checklist for a french film:
Attractive male with a big nose
Women in various states of undress
Quiet romantic whimsy that is cute but also decidedly odd
That fantastic muted grey of Paris that probably has social connotations that I never really listened to in my French film class
I have to stop finding foreign films I can't afford to buy. They are so rarely in stock or cheap.
and Lady Vengeance
purely because they looked so goddamn beautiful, which they are.
I found it again the other day when I was bored and spied a film called Dans Paris. I know of this film because amazon is offering it as a deal with Chansons d'amour (my musical about threesomes which is now out on dvd and I have spent many an hour holding longingly but alas, it costs too much). So I thought I'd have a click, see what it looked like.
Checklist for a french film:
Attractive male with a big nose
Women in various states of undress
Quiet romantic whimsy that is cute but also decidedly odd
That fantastic muted grey of Paris that probably has social connotations that I never really listened to in my French film class
I have to stop finding foreign films I can't afford to buy. They are so rarely in stock or cheap.
ASS FOR RENT
were the words above the mobile number I didn't note down.
No thanks, I already got one :) was the message I scrawled back on the table. Another number was clearer underneath with the words I'll do anything CALL ME reeked a little of desperation. And by little I mean I cringed to read those caps.
The toilet had no numbers just crossed out hotmail addresses. Want to cyber with hot guys? They will send pics of their big cocks I promise! Here was a girl pimp. Another hand had crossed them out. Yet another replied with Why would you want cyber sex, it is so tragic :(.
Ah thank god Romeo didn't add Juliet as a friend. They would have talked about their shared interests, *written tantalising fantasies* and changed screennames to reflect their new found love. Until a blocked cousin adds them on an anonymous account and discovers the truth. Juliet will appear offline as she is added to a big chat window and Romeo will sign off distraught, missing her reappearance after the others have lost interest.
So very tired.
No thanks, I already got one :) was the message I scrawled back on the table. Another number was clearer underneath with the words I'll do anything CALL ME reeked a little of desperation. And by little I mean I cringed to read those caps.
The toilet had no numbers just crossed out hotmail addresses. Want to cyber with hot guys? They will send pics of their big cocks I promise! Here was a girl pimp. Another hand had crossed them out. Yet another replied with Why would you want cyber sex, it is so tragic :(.
Ah thank god Romeo didn't add Juliet as a friend. They would have talked about their shared interests, *written tantalising fantasies* and changed screennames to reflect their new found love. Until a blocked cousin adds them on an anonymous account and discovers the truth. Juliet will appear offline as she is added to a big chat window and Romeo will sign off distraught, missing her reappearance after the others have lost interest.
So very tired.
Wednesday, April 23, 2008
I am too lazy to edit
Oh and incidentally On the road is a fantastic book. I mean it was always one of those classics people rave about but I'd been so utterly disappointed with Trainspotting and A clockwork orange that I never picked on the road up. Because it was in the same pile in my cupboard, in case that makes no sense. Regret! It is awesome. I'm a third of the way in thanks to boring bus journeys and it's one of those pieces you can just read so easily.
Also I found this when I looked him up on good old wiki which, if you are too lazy to click, is a list of thirty essentials for writing like Mr Kerouac.
Favourites:
1. Scribbled secret notebooks, and wild typewritten pages, for yr own joy
6. Be crazy dumbsaint of the mind
10. No time for poetry but exactly what is
13. Remove literary, grammatical and syntactical inhibition
and the best:
29. You're a Genius all the time
I've fallen slightly in love.
Also I found this when I looked him up on good old wiki which, if you are too lazy to click, is a list of thirty essentials for writing like Mr Kerouac.
Favourites:
1. Scribbled secret notebooks, and wild typewritten pages, for yr own joy
6. Be crazy dumbsaint of the mind
10. No time for poetry but exactly what is
13. Remove literary, grammatical and syntactical inhibition
and the best:
29. You're a Genius all the time
I've fallen slightly in love.
High class games of sorrow
Oh, it's all ridiculous.
I've been reading, now that I've had a chance to catch my breath. I pulled out my copy of the perks of being a wallflower even though I know all the words by now and reading it is like listening to a favourite song you've played so many times the tune's lost meaning. I forced myself to read it properly this time, like the first time I read it and then I looked down the list of books within it and worked out what ones I have and what ones I can get a hold of for free. So my dad gave me his copy of On the Road though not the copy he 'read three times before I was your age' (I'm not sure if that was bragging, or pride or what but those were his words). I've had This Side of Paradise bookmarked for months keeping Virginia Woolf company. To kill a mockingbird, peter pan, great gatsby and catcher in the rye I've read, Hamlet I have never finished since my copy is so heavily annotated it drives me mad. There's one or two I think my dad might have somewhere but then I'm stuck. No more cash to buy the written word. The sooner I write my own, the better.
The pile of literature just keeps growing. There's all the books I started over Christmas and never finished. The last book I read cover to cover might have been breakfast at tiffany's or dorian gray. I haven't finished Bronte or Milton or Gogol or Pushkin. Then there's the short stories: Fitzgerald, Salinger and Gilman. I've been losing myself in films instead. A couple of hours in a dark room with a big screen I can switch off my head and watch. I'm good at watching. Not dvds though, the last film I watched at home was the blob as I stuck pins in my fingers. I didn't even look at the screen, I know it too well. In the cinema I can pretend I'm somewhere else. I shouldn't really be going, I'm supposed to be saving and blowing half my week's allowance on a film isn't what you'd call money savvy but screw it. I spent too long missing films for whatever reason and I love the experience too much. There's no need to speak and comments whispered in my ear tickle and make me smile but I don't have to react. I can just sit and watch and when the credits roll I can start the day again.
I didn't come here to say this but I lost my point somewhere, assume it was interesting ok?
I've been reading, now that I've had a chance to catch my breath. I pulled out my copy of the perks of being a wallflower even though I know all the words by now and reading it is like listening to a favourite song you've played so many times the tune's lost meaning. I forced myself to read it properly this time, like the first time I read it and then I looked down the list of books within it and worked out what ones I have and what ones I can get a hold of for free. So my dad gave me his copy of On the Road though not the copy he 'read three times before I was your age' (I'm not sure if that was bragging, or pride or what but those were his words). I've had This Side of Paradise bookmarked for months keeping Virginia Woolf company. To kill a mockingbird, peter pan, great gatsby and catcher in the rye I've read, Hamlet I have never finished since my copy is so heavily annotated it drives me mad. There's one or two I think my dad might have somewhere but then I'm stuck. No more cash to buy the written word. The sooner I write my own, the better.
The pile of literature just keeps growing. There's all the books I started over Christmas and never finished. The last book I read cover to cover might have been breakfast at tiffany's or dorian gray. I haven't finished Bronte or Milton or Gogol or Pushkin. Then there's the short stories: Fitzgerald, Salinger and Gilman. I've been losing myself in films instead. A couple of hours in a dark room with a big screen I can switch off my head and watch. I'm good at watching. Not dvds though, the last film I watched at home was the blob as I stuck pins in my fingers. I didn't even look at the screen, I know it too well. In the cinema I can pretend I'm somewhere else. I shouldn't really be going, I'm supposed to be saving and blowing half my week's allowance on a film isn't what you'd call money savvy but screw it. I spent too long missing films for whatever reason and I love the experience too much. There's no need to speak and comments whispered in my ear tickle and make me smile but I don't have to react. I can just sit and watch and when the credits roll I can start the day again.
I didn't come here to say this but I lost my point somewhere, assume it was interesting ok?
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