less than zero

The first time I ever read that book I was hooked. I loved that book more than anything. The weird part is when I read it as a teenager I could relate to it. I never ended up in situations that degree of crazy in LA but i've come close. Sometimes I feel like Clay now, minus the drugs. and my friends were never THAT shitty.

Bret easton ellis has a way with words. That book was written in the 1980's and it is still one of my favourite books. It's a classic. Same thing with Jay Mc Inerneys Bright Lights Big City.

Jay Mc Inerney 's books take place in new york. Bright lights big city is more relevant to me than ever now, sometimes I feel like the main character in that book.. or Ive felt like that for a long time. I remember reading that book and being totally excited about going to the odeon for the first time because it was in bright lights big city.. lol.

I can read those books over and over again... sometimes i get back in these moods where they are relevant and they give me something to relate to. As i've gotten older, i understand the characters more. And how I'm kind of like that (again minus the drugs)..

Los angeles. what i hate what i like.

I regret ever being a serial LA - holidayer. 

All those times my dad would ask me to go to london instead, i would go to LA.

Oh the terrible choices i would make in life. 

All for what? terrible people and absolute fakeness. anxiety over what to wear to go to ivy on south robertson.  I also hate how slow the buses are there. The buses there are ghetto too. And they never come often. 

The best part is all the boutiques in LA only have smaller sized dresses so I have a hard time finding clothes. A sales lady always manages to help me find something "slimming" from the back.  I was once at a resturant and the waitress asked me, "DO YOU WANT CARBS WITH THAT?" I also hate that there is always traffic EVERYWHERE  AND ANYWHERE. 

In retrospect, I wish i went to london more often instead of LA. 

YUCK.

I hate to admit it. For every bad thing about LA there is a good thing. The west coast beaches are amazing. Santa monica pier, malibu beaches, and disneyland are my favourite pastimes. Uni studios was always fun too. Sometimes I would go up and go to magic mountain with friends and stay at hotels in orange county. California hotels always had pools. POOLS! that was the best. ethopian food on LA brea is to die for. 

So then I grew up a bit, discovered punk rock and made friends in punk rock. They were good...for stuff and access to some of the coolest stories that I can amuse london punks with now. But they've heard it all- and they have all my leftovers.

I don't really talk to anyone from LA anymore. There are still a few good apples in LA but mostly anyone I have ever known/been friends with was a two faced person. everything is completely plastic! I always feel fat in LA. half the friends i had i had to be "dressed properly" to go to certain places or else... i would end up feeling like shit. 

 Here's the lowdown. Public transport is shit, people are shit, having a car and burning petrol on the traffic-infested motorways is shit, the people at gigs are shit, the way people treat you at venues when you are not on the guest list is shit, the fact that i cannot find clothes in my size is shit (most la boutiques carry sizes 0-8- I'm a ten), i can go on for hours why i think LA is shit. Oh yeah, THERE IS NO CENTRE OF CULTURE AT ALL. 

Maybe I just don't like the never-ending sprawl of the city. The way its set up..I mean LA has a lot of things new york does not have, like amazing beaches and cool amusement parks, in and out, amoeba, pinks, natives. New York beaches, sorry to brand new, but i don't kill for the atlantic. I kill for the pacific in the wintertime.  But LA has a lot of the same things New york has, like good music venues, museums, food, fashion, etc.

There are times where I am etching to go to a good place for good weather, amoeba, and in and out. Everytime I end up in LA, I always wish I went to San Francisco. The reason I never go to SF as often as I wish is because I don't have a bunch of "friends" there. In fact, I have no friends there which kinda rules. It's the city where I can keep a level of anonymitity- go places in and around hip hotspots without anyone going, Hey, i know you or your so and so's friend. 

The simple reason I end up in LA is its a cheap vacation, I never have to worry about accomodation. 

Then One day about two years ago, I decided this was getting all too stale. 

that I didn't enjoy much of LA anymore. 

Anything I ever did Felt like it was overdone ten times over. to the point where venice beach did not amuse me anymore.

Maybe one day I will go to LA again, but it won't be for a very long time. I haven't been there in two years, which is something I am proud of. 

Or maybe I will go and not tell anyone I'm there. I'm notorious for that. I can't even track how many times I flew off to LA or SF and not told anyone about it. It's almost my trademark. 

Here are the worthy things to see in LA:

1. natural history museum in expo park

2. LACMA 

3. The getty

4. Amoeba

5. Eat ethiopian on La brea. 

6. Listen to KROQ/INDIE 103/KCRW

7. Disneyland/uni studios

8. pinks hot dogs. 

9. in and out. 

10. santa monica beaches, malibu beaches.

AND PLEASE DO THIS WITH A CAR. 

BUt san francisco is a much better city. more worth anyones time than L.A. 

London has become my new LA. (my new serial vacation spot). 

If anyone needs any La/Sf/nyc info do not hestitate to contact me. 

I think I am paranoid.

I love that song because it is true. I am the most paranoid person I know. One of the things I absolutely loathe is running into people on the tube. Or in my case- the subway.

One of the aspects of manhattan living is that at any given time, I will run into people I don't care to even talk to or look at. I also hate running into friends of friends of friends that have seen pictures of me and then feeling obligated to play nice thinking, how the hell do they know me and how many people we have in common? And why are you talking to me. 

This used to happen to me before the era of social networking sites. I would often run into people at gigs or trendy resturants downtown. The worst is running into people from LA that you know in New York. Yuck, and then when those people know who you are its like, WTF STFU. 

I guess here in America I've had a lot of "friends" who i consider semi-famous wasted superstars... Most of the people I knew / friends with growing up always had some interesting perk to hanging out.. free food at trendy resturant, free gigs, fashion shows, free books, free movie screenings.. and most of these vapid vacous individuals I have known in my life continue to roam around manhattan and irk me with their presence. It was entertainment event trading at its best. Why do the people that I do not talk to think I want to talk to them and be friends with them still? I have kept a low profile in the past couple of years.. bleh and i still run into them around the city. Maybe that is why I can get so miserable in new york. 

But I hate to admit it, sometimes I go along with things so I won't get so lonely because sometimes dealing with fake people that you are passive/aggressive towards and cant stand really beats sitting at home doing nothing but watching the telly and being on the interwebs. 

Maybe thats why I always carry a pair of sunglasses, boston red sox cap, copy of the new york times, and my laptop so I don't appear to be noticeable. The good thing about new york is that there is always more than one subway line, many exits in one station. If i think I glance and see someone, i turn the other way, get in the next car, and always put the ny times in my face. 

I hate hate hate running into my old posh friends. The ones that lived uptown with indispensible trust funds - where most of them ended up cocaine addicts over time. One of them borrowed 200 from me and never paid me back. Then again I was stupid. Why would I lend 200 USD to someone who thought that was chump change? I eventually knew from others that most of my friends were ending up on drugs. That $20o was used for a gram of something. Like I care. The bloody noses and disappearance in contact over days confirmed it.  Anyway, I hate it when these druggies try to become friends with you again five years later saying they are clean i came out of rehab blah blah.. i mean really? Like I am going to hang out with some self proclaimed ex druggie that could possibly end myself in legal trouble? Relapse is inevitable. uh, no thanks. Once I even gave the girl who owed me $200 a packet of sugar some years later and said, snort this bitch as I got my starbucks coffee take-away. Oh, I ran into her in a starbucks. 

The stories of me running into people I hate are too many. But I have avoided many confrontations successfully. 

 It's not like I hate people but most of my american friends really suck sometimes, I just feel that way. Oh well. Hey UK , someone go and get me an ILR please so I can disappear to the EU without a trace (like I dream of)? 

Trains, Breasts and Identity

On my train home today there was this big black geezer. He was listening to music on his headphones and mc'ing, loudly, along to the words. It went something like his:

"Give me the punnani,
Ca me real horny,
Me grab up the breast and batty,
Fuck her up real bad bad baddy,
Squeeze her till she can't breathe,
And dem sheets are bloody and reed,"

Them lyrics are pretty full on, for any situation. But bear in mind that he was doing this on a packed train with suited and the skirted all trying their hardest to look oblivious.

I was cracking up inside but tried to keep a calm, disinterested exterior. I got off at Lewisham and this guy was still going strong. It was funny.

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I'm reading this book called "New York Trilogy", by Paul Auster. It is made up of three strange, noirish (kinda, but not really - they're set in the 80s for one) detective stories. The first one I'm reading starts with a guy who gets a wrong phone call asking for... a Paul Auster (the author - weird) who he says is the only person who can save him. He says wrong number and forgets about it. BUt the phone calls continue, the same person calling again and again for Paul Auster. Eventually the guy gives in and says he is Paul Auster and this is where the strange and macabre story begins. I won't say any more - it's good.

It is similar to an idea I have in the novel I will write someday. Basically centering around the idea of identity. What makes us, us. If you were to vaporise tomorrow how would a detective find out who you were, what shadows would you leave behind and would they amount to anything of worth or meaning?

Avoidance is the key

Probably like more people than you'd expect,
I don't like talking to peope that I don't really want to talk to.

I'd go so far as to cross the road to avoid them.

So when a person from my past, with epic amounts of 'previous' contacted me over the marvellous world of social networking to tell me they'd seen me at the train station that morning, and didn't know what to say to me, but intended to talk to me the next day,
my heart sunk, somewhere to about three feet below where my actual body was.
So instead of accepting my inevitable awkward unwilling chattering fate,
I decided to find a different route to work.
Now this route took a lot longer,
and
It cost me £3.50 on top of the travelcard that I've already got.

So here comes the hook.
Do I continually get the alternate journey, for an extra 17.50 a week?
or look the devil in the eye?

fellow Superstars and readers of WS, help me!
especially Jean

the cat is out of the bag

Okay, the big secret is out. I, Jean, am an aaamericaaan yaank. But, the good thing is I'm not a redneck! I'm from one of the few decent parts of America, Manhattan. It's pretty rad here I guess. 90% of the domestic flights I ever take involve either san francisco or LA because its the only places in america I can survive in. Well, LA is hard to survive in, but It's more tolerable than anywhere in the midwest. I'm also working on my british accent. One day it will sound ace.

I had a grilled aubergine sandwich today with some crisps + a diet coke. I got it from a deli around the corner and it cost me a lot of quid. Excuse me, I mean dollars. Yeah. I guess it was cheaper than Pret-A-Manger - which is massively expensive for a sandwich or salad.

I was listening to Ben Lee today and I just realized he could pass as a Sam clone. Picture a Young Ben lee- in noise addict and then picture sam! Sam is a noise addict - er sound addict. I've been a fan of his stuff since baseball fury.

Here are some hilarious websites
http://stuffwhitepeoplelike.com/full-list-of-stuff-white-people-like/

That mainly applies to america, I guess. However, I find it scary because I really like a lot of those things, tea, coffee, manhattan, public radio, apple, indie music, organic food, whole foods, sunday new york times, yoga, JUNO, expensive sandwiches, traveling, san francisco, bicycles, vintage, asian fusion food, yoga, wes anderson movies, david sedaris, breakfast places, sushi, veganism, film festivals, etc etc.

Call me white. Wait Don't call me white. (I used to love nofx). I'm not white, I swear.
I still like Rancid.

Anyway that's pretty scary that a lot of things on that list are applicable to me! Oh well. What I like is What i like. oh well. Pish Posh- there is no sense on dwelling on it. However, stereotypes always have a hint of truth to them.

I wonder what the list, "What eastenders like" would consist of.

I believe later in the day, my mate and I will get brick lane curry house. We do plan on eating some sort of nosh for tea. Brick lane curry house is london inspired. It is in the east village.

I am craving Crunchy Nut corn flakes and a Luzocade. Somehow you cannot find these in the states at all. I also hate the atlantic ocean. That pond makes it difficult to get Crunchy nut at Tesco. Oh, the states does not have tesco. How bollocks is that? The Atlantic Ocean is also keeping me from a bloke from london that I particularly fancy. sigh.

It's a beautiful day

Ever since I first heard Drinking in LA by Bran Van 3000 sometime last millennium, I was hooked.

There's something about this tune that musically hits every button there is in my music enjoyment control panel. Its got an old school boom-bap hip hop rhythm, strange production and a good distorted guitar riff driving everything along nicely

The lyrics are like the synopsis of a great film (Slacker comes to mind);

But we did nothing, absolutely nothing that day

Yes, I like films where the protagonists get up to nothing, it'd the way it should be. Except for in Last Days which was just dull. It's not even really about breaking down what makes this song great, its just the overall package.

Everyone knows this tune, cause it is a tune, a slacker masterpiece, a genre bending gem, a piece of musical art, a homage to everything that was great about 90's music.

Even the video smacks it...



By the way, Jean (below) is a friend that I met when I went to New York a couple of years ago, case anyone was wondering. Looking forward to friday!

hello! I'm jean

I am chuffed to be writing for an ace blog ! This past week has been rather uneventful for me but this past month has been going pretty well. I've been seeing some brill indie artists like the wombats, adele, laura marling, and the ting tings. The ting tings are mint live- they really know how to put on a show. katie just really knows how to rock it, you know? she can rap and sing and dance all too well. And adele, her voice is mint too! She is much better live than her studio tracks and sounds even more blusey live. She told us she might buy a flat in on bedford ave in brooklyn, new york, USA. Willamsburg Brooklyn is a rubbish neighborhood, almost like Silver Lake, LA, California with hipsters galore. I don't get the massive appeal of that place. I prefer manhattan anyway. San fran, NYC, and LA are the only places in the USA that make sense in my mind. America is so bizzare. They have amazing metropolises- but once you end up in states like Montana you have meth addicted crackheads who defend the amendment "the right to bear arms" and will threaten to shoot you if you tresspass on their property. I wonder what the NRA will do since Charlton Heston has passed.

The other band I am completely obsessed with is the Wombats. They are so much fun. This was my third time seeing them live and I danced the night away with a new friend from Southfields. Ironically, all my london mates live in south london, I have yet to meet anyone that lives in a place like Kensington, Chelsea, Soho, or anywhere In Central London. I often dream of having a flat near Leicester Square one day.. sigh.

My next project is learning how to rap properly to one of sam's beats. I'm in the middle of producing it on garageband. It's something completely new to me. I've never tried rapping or writing lyrics to a song. I don't expect to win a Brit award or a USA grammy ever but I'm excited to help create a song.

I guess I am no Dizzee Rascal but I cannot wait to see his gig in July!

Picture of the Month

New Look

Now that summer is here,
it's time for a more summer-y look.

So, let me know if you like it or not
and I probably won't do anything anyway

Everybody knows we're OG'z

Westwood had the OG'z down at Radio 1 on Saturday and they lit the place up.

P Money, Jendor, Little Dee, NE, Mega Montana, Blacks and Dot Rotten.

Watch out from 5 mins onwards for what could well be one of the best and hypest recorded minutes in Grime history. P Money and Dot Rotten go into this Back to Back medley springing from Grime hook to hook in what I describe as coherent hype. Its wicked:



To see P Money live go to the Amersham on the 27th June.

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I like being the first person and last person on a bus. It's like watching a film from start to end.

BLOG TO SEE

Its not my cup of tea,
but i think everyone else will enjoy it,
this guy reels at least a 100 blogs a month.
thats more than the meehan
although they mainly are his own videos
have a look

http://www.yardie4life.blogspot.com/

Pollen and Poems

I'm pissed off at pollen. I've been spluttering, scratching and sniffling about the place for the past week. Ive been a real slovenly, mucusy mess. All cos of pollen.

When humans have sex we don't affect other species with a terribly inconvenient annoyance. No. We keep it "in-house" - (STDs).

It reached a peak today. I was on a 208 to Lewisham and rubbing my eyes and sneezing and getting well pissed off. I reached Lewisham and got off at McDonalds (why has it changed from it's joyous red to this mucky greeny black mess?) and stepped into this wall of heated pollen. It slammed into me. This invisible fist fucking clumped me about the nostrils. I started sneezing uncontrollably. Snot was everywhere. I had no tissue. I had no escape. I tried to wipe and rub it off, styling it out, but it was no good. I was covered in snot. This large black lady gave me one of the most disgusted looking faces I have ever received - I was a mess: eyes red and streaming and hands covered in snot. I tried to slip off into Lewisham obscurity. Crossing the road in front of a red ford escort. (should have slunk off into the Lewisham Model Market - more obscure) passing the catholic church I thought to myself: God why did you create pollen, you bastard.

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These two poems are wicked.

First TS Eliot - "The Love Song of J.Alfred Prufrock"



Next - Charles Bukowski - "Dinosauria, we"



These guys make words sound like dancing daggers. Both have a dreamlike quality, which lurches from nightmares to contention. I would love to have a few beers with both. Although I think Bukowski would be more of a beer man then Eliot. But Eliot would be a good laugh all the same, I'm sure.

General-ness

That's just a high quality song.
"Piss off wanker, Ketchup's bless,
give me some tissue, incase of mess"

I went out on Friday, got myself pretty drunk.
Lost my photocard, and tavelcard, which I bought on Thursday, for £40.
Never a good thing.

I started a new job,
Never a good thing.

Kalou, watch the video
The girl in it, is probably the buffest girl ever,
or at least top 50 girls I've ever seen in my life, on TV, film or in real life.
No lie

And remember that

Kalou saw T-Pain in an airport in the States once,
He had a couple of bodyguards around him
and about 4 screaming girls following him

that sounds well jokes

The internet is dumb

Originally meant to serve as a means of electronic communication for academics...

I am so angry, I am so at ease

I wrote a blog a few days ago and then deleted it shortly after. Replacing it with a post entitles 'Deleting'. The blog was mainly about the amount of Cat Power I listened to in the autumn just gone.

Probably the most intensive and exclusive listening period of my life. The main point of the post was that although some of her music exudes a somewhat negative and depressing outlook, for me it was the perfect thing. Not to get too sentimental because that is why I deleted the post in the beginning but listening to her songs around that time was sort of like having someone to sympathize with me when things weren't go that well.



Although capable of writing more upbeat positive songs there was one song that when I was in a certain mood, it seemed like the most heartbreaking piece of music ever written. It's called "Ice Water" I think it'd be pointless to post the youtube video. Its the kind of song that finds you, instead of you finding it, but obviously look it up if your interested.

Deleting this post and trying to get my friend Laurie to blog made me think. Why delete posts? Most things I delete because I read them back a second, minute or hour later and decide no one in the world would want to read this or be remotely interested. This is also the reason that has held Laurie back from blogging. This is also the same reason I was skeptical as well as happy when "P" asked me if I'd like to contribute to WS.

Do I have anything worth saying? Is what I have to say less valid than other bloggers? I think its a fine line sometimes deciding what should be kept to yourself and let out in a personal way and what should be broadcast (so to speak). Maybe even its a case of inflated importance. Whatever you write does anyone really care?

Blame it all on those Libra scales.

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For Syd
The Search
Animation: Somang Lee
Sound: Me

HELPING THE ELDERLY (1986-PRESENT BLOG)

Well old people are a funny breed of people are they not? Some chose to mature into sweet Shreddie knitting, cuddly and war telling storytellers and then there are those that seem to have a 70 year old chip on their shoulder they should of lost in their early teens complaining of anything from the weather to just about anything. I know what elderly person i prefer.
Their is a story to this post and it's quite small but kind of got to me. I was walking home from work yesterday and cut through Downham (which for those who do not know is 'the area' and 'capital city' for old people) with my earphones in listening to X.FM when I was stopped by an old lady. My original thought was this lady is rude as she could clearly see i had my music playing in my earphones with a face that said 'piss off! I'm walking home' but then i thought to listen instead of being completely ignorant. She explained to me the house she was standing outside was hers and that she had a bug on her ceiling that wouldn't go away. First of all, I tried to make a quick excuse by saying 'have you not got a relative that can help?' and she said no and then my conscious came into play and thought 'help not hinder'. I went inside and it was every ones top three hated bug, the stag beetle. I asked her for a bucket and trapped it and then squeezed a bit of cardboard around it and removed from her home. I felt like a hero.
Well i did at the time, until later, when i thought of the old ladies reactions. It really bugged me if you pardon the pun. She barely said thank you. I thought old ladies are suppose to love young lads and offer them tea and biscuits and offer them an opportunity to join her and Fred (first name to mind - typical old person name) down to bingo on Fridays. I got nothing from her. I suppose in today's world everyone is getting a colder/harder heart and those war stories and genuine happy days are disappearing. It's a shame but wouldn't it be nice if today's future could create a period like the 60's free spirit again but maybe without the sexual disease?

Go Bonkers

People must think it's funny
The Youth of today
handling firearms like it's nothing
taking lives, over drugs and money

back when I was a kid
all I wanted was scalextric
but all these Millennium kids
wanna take your life, cos you're from next bits

What happened to playing Pogs?
and marbles? and conkers?
There's a new game they play now
and it's called 'Go Bonkers'.
That's what the adults call it
but we ain't saying it right
cos the kids got a better name for it
and they call it 'Life'

Deleting

You gotta be quick to know whats up

Is she or isn't she-who cares?

I've noticed in the newspapers lately that every time there is a feature about Lindsey Lohan and Sam Ronson , it now says "her rumoured girlfriend"
When these things come to light with celebrities etc, the papers think that being gay is a bad thing(but news worthy at the same time) so they offend and hound these people by really sensationalising the fact, which they then disguise as bringing a service to their readers(who don't usually give a shit.)
If they're an item so what? I feel quite sorry for Sam Ronson, it's like just because she's good friends with her and she's a lesbian it must mean they are dating.
Alot of people who are gay and have close straight friends of the same sex generally get this problem, because people are so fucking small minded and have nothing better to do.

Before the stories circulated she was just known as a good DJ now she's Lindsey Lohan's "rumoured girlfriend."

New Logo

So, the future logo has been chosen as this:
or with different colours

or with a white background

Copy it onto paint, save it, love it, put it on your phone, put it on your myspace, tattoo it on your backside, use it as letterhead,

What do you all think? is it good enough, or do you not like it?

After all, this is a blogocracy

So yeah, comments please

General chit-chat

The last few days I've been thinking MPC constantly. Thinking about buying them, selling them, using them, learning to use them, and all the other possibilities that arise when one owns this machine. One of the productive things that came from all this thinking was the "remix" I did today of Lil Wayne's A Milli.

Since the Ciara remix bearing the Wasted Superstars name was a bit lame and I like the A Milli remix much more I have decided to name it the Wasted Superstars remix. It can be heard here myspace.com/thekalousound. It takes time to learn to use this machine so this is a start despite its repetitiveness. I also though that this little beat might fit well with one of the animation projects Im doing for uni so it's money in the metaphorical bank.

Also if any other WS's are wondering who this "laurie" is. He's a friend of mine. A NON blogging friend of mine, although word on the text was he tried to the other day but couldn't log in. Laurie is a swell guy, a short guy who looks 10, with a beard, but as cool a character as they come.

I loved that headline on the londonpaper yesterday. It was something like "We'll be back"- warn circle line partiers.

Stoops.

Rubbish

Y'know, it's not cool.
When people get to the final of talent shows because of their 'back story'

It's rubbish.
And it's not called "Britain's got talent, and afflicted people who are quite talented, but still have issues so that's why they get all the props"
Mainly because it wouldn't fit on the TV Guide.

Cos remember Michelle McManus (McMassive) she won X-Factor, or Pop Idol or something, mainly because she was fat, and the public feel bad, cos they remember the time they called the fattest person in their school "Fatty Boom Boom" to their face and made them cry, so they voted for her.

And she released one song, that (inevitably) went to no. 1.
But then she got dropped from her record label.
And then she went on 'You are what you eat' with 'Doctor' Gillain McKeith.
And we found out she ate three small children a day, then she lost a whole bunch of weight, but no-one cared except Heat magazine.

Now, she's working working in Glasgow DVLA.
I'm not saying, I'm just saying

whatever you do, dont do this...

i was hoping my first w.s. blog would be along the subject lines of a gig review, or at least perhaps something that was music related, seeing as it does play a huge part of any young persons life. unless you are from some secluded town out in, err, somewhere secluded..

but nay! such stories will have to wait, for this is the story of my night out to the cinema with a girl i dont particularly know or talked to much prior to meeting up.

there's this girl, see

and we used to go to the same secondary school. not together, we never even talked as far as i recall, but all the same we went to the same school. at the same time.

then facebook came along and ruined my life as i know it

i have not named names for identity's sake (and my own safety) but all the same, you will still get the gist of it without that piece of information. i think

in short, i was added as a friend, we exchanged the general "how are you and what are you up to these days" messages and that was that. as far as i was concerned.

then out of the blue i kept getting messages "how are you" "what you up to" "we should meet up soon" etc

i didnt reply.

then they just kept coming

then she got my mobile number

bad move. bad move

me being the nice person i am, i eventually responded. with the excuse that i'd been a tad busy etc etc but cool and yes it would be nice to have a school reunion or something

then it came

the phonecall

the phonecall of doom...

i didnt answer but a particularly long voicemail was left

she has a strange voice so i couldnt make out most of it.. but i did make out the bit where it said "just calling for a chat"... a chat? we'd never had a "chat" in our lives! why would we start now?

naturally i didnt respond

so i got more

and more messages

finally i gave in and said we should go out. just to shut her up. bad bad move.

so anyway, it all started off at the local cinema. we went to see a film that i cant really disclose the name of (seeing as this is the internet and all)
but obviously, for more than half the female population, this was a film viewing that you would miss jesus' own re-birth for. so it was quite an important film to see, some would say.

to be honest there's not much to it

we met up

said hi

stood in awkwardness for 90 minutes, yes 90

then out of the blue an old school friend spotted us

how embarrassing

she asked what we were doing there together and to be fair i didnt really answer the question cos i didnt know why!

i made most of the conversation

she just answered with "oh God"s and "yeah me too"s

then finally our film started and it was a good excuse not to talk for a while

that is really it

i took her to the bus stop and we parted ways

since then i have had countless texts & messages despite not answering most of them and i have developed quite a stalker in her

nice.

lesson of the day kids
if you didnt liaise with someone from your primary school, secondary school.. in fact, any educational institution.. no wait, it could include work... and any social opportunity.. ok lets leave it any social opportunity!
so, if you didnt talk to someone from some sort of social scenario, there's obviously a reason you didnt. DONT TRY TO MAKE AMENDS FOR THAT NOW!!!

oh how i wish i took my own advice

more lessons of the day to come, keep focused :)