HAPPY ONE MONTH!!!

Happy One Month Anniversary bloggers! So far the blog is going quite well. I shall give it three bold L's (for Lapse) out of five...

L L L * *

I know what you're thinking, and yes I agree. Three L's in a cop out. When you rate three out of five, you don't really like something but you don't want to admit it to their face. Everyone knows that.

To celebrate, the band went out and played our first gig in ages ...at Zebedees. Oli doens't like Zebedees, but its where everyone starts. It where you go when you're to slack too organise proper shows. I enjoyed the show but left feeling very self conscious of our band. We were the odd band out. We had non straightened hair, no hats on, we play with too many chords, and we dont have names like Matt and Nick and Jacko. We have names like Jack Callum and Oli. Which is similar but importantly different.

I like Zebedees. Its familiar, like that uncle you only see at Christmas and always gives you colouring in books even though you havent been 8 for a while. AND plus there's one nice guy and one not nice guy who run it, which is even and I like even.

I rate Zebedees 3 out of 5

L L L * *

ps. I had a funny photo of jack standing outside Zebedees but I cant find the camera chord. So heres a picture of Danny Lee. But dont go thinking I like golf (or steam). He's celebrating too.

pps. I've almost finished my art folio. It's due monday. For people who don't know me well, this is my big thing for the year. And twelve credits too. I'm going in to school tomorow (SATURDAY?!?!) to paint so il take some photos to show you... if I can find the damn chord!!

pish posh

"What dost thou mean? Everyone whos anyone says Pish Posh!"

Today Oli used the phrase "pish posh". In context. Probably the highlight of my day.

I have now officially reverted into exam hibernation due to the ever approaching FAIL stamp my teachers are hovering over my head. But I'm in a much better state today thanks to "the weekend of no return". Im slowly ticking things off my list and that makes me very happy. Though very sleepy.

But sleep now??? Pish posh. Its barely dark.

That reminds me of this time when I was in Europe...

And I wrote a blog.

Its real long, so if you have to do homework do that now otherwise you'll get really badly distracted. But I trust you've got it all completely under control. Happy day off Christchurchians!

Something good I got out of today...

“To explain the creative musician’s basic objective in elementary terms, I would say that a composer writes music to express and communicate and put down in permanent from certain thoughts, emotions and states of being. These thoughts and emotions are gradually formed by the contact of the composer’s personality with the world in which he lives. He expresses these thoughts (musical ones...) in the musical language of his own time. The resultant work of art should speak to men and women of the artist’s own time with a directness and immediacy of communicative power that no previous art expression can give.”

Aaron Copland

Saltarello

"One of the most popular medieval dances was the salterello. Whereas an estampie my have been a stamping dance, a saltarello was a sprightly hopping and jumping dance (salterello is Italian for 'little hop')."




This is what my day has consisted of. With more to come.

Wa Wa Wah?

Things are starting to get very intense lately.

It sort of all just hit me this week... like a vicious simile. I realised how little time I have and just how much shit I have to get done.

For example... This week one monday night I completed my art history internal (that was actually due LAST tuesday... but as a class we had collectively forgotten). I was up til 2:30 doing that. But I could have got it done quicker but I got badly distracted by some far too intresting people. Tuesday I painted at school until around 5:00 and then walked home, then slept. On Wednesday I had band practice, then Samba Band practice with Jeremy Thin at CSM til around 6. Then I came home and started my English Research project. Worked til twelve that night.

On Thursday night I worked until 3:00 am on English Research. It was shit and I could have started it much earlier but its 3 credits so it doesn't reeeally matter.

Sure sure, everyone has pressure. But I've never had this much before so I'm sort of slowly starting to freak out. Plus Ive still got two music internals due on Wednesday as well as my art folio due next Thursday (FUCCCKK!! And I have to do three times as much next year!!! AHAHSGF) and then Cambridge English exam that Friday. And then just after that my NCEA externals start. So its fun for the whole family.

This year Ive learned its okay to fail. But I dont want to fail.

On a related note, we were informed yesterday that Art History (the GREATEST subject ever) is cancelled for next year. This will NOT do. Me and Eli are going to fight to keep it. Its going to be a sick mission. Possible documentary opportunity.

Im going to go paint.

Sususususureal.

I had the strangest day. My head was in such an obscure place... like under water or in a burlap sack tied to my legs. It was one of those days where a lot of the things I say get weird looks, or laughs, or people calling me crazy.

Now, why was I in such a state you ask?

Well I was up until 2am doing an art research assignment on The Cantebury School (notes good band name) of regionalist painters yada yada yada... Well, I got badly distracted (glaring eyes) but I got it done eventually. Hours of dreamless sleep later I had to awake for the endless pleasure that is school. I don't have to go into great detail with this, I'm sure you've all been there.

The great news is my mum is amazing and made me crazy awesome scrambled eggs with parsley or something in them... i duno, but it was green and it was awesome. I ate them in between a toasted ciabatta (i totally spelt that right the first time) bun. I don't have to tell you have awesome they were, but will. They were very muchly awesome.

But I was not any form of awake. Not even a potassium packed banana could dent this stupor. So mum mixed me a glass of berocca. Well, have a glass of berocca. So it was damn strong. I hadn't had it before so i drank it real quick. Mixed with the eggs it made a surprising feeling in my stomach. But I was awake. And with the help of RDU i made it through the day.

But i crashed halfway walking home. Maybe I can blame fleet foxes. Maybe I can blame Rita Angus.

Im pretty jaded right now, so Im sorry if this story is hell boring. To me right now, its hilarious. Even seinfeld is hilarious right now. Hahaha.... Sucker.

Just to be clear Jerry Seinfeld is the most unfunny person ever...

...But he sure likes potassium!!

THE FLY

is probaby the most fucked up movie I've seen. Besides Return To Oz. That shit scared me stupid.

They just go about it in the most disgusting way possible. All the characters have really unhealthy relationships with each other and make the worst choices. Its so disturbing.

And yet I can't stop watching.

I'm torn between sheer fascination and complete repulsion.

I think it succeeds through hard earned force of entertainment.

(HOLY SHIT DID HE JUST MELT THAT GUYS HAND!!!! YESS!!!! FUCK OFF!!!)

Il let you know how it ends.

(HIS LEG TOO!!!!! FUCK!!!)

YUUUUCCCCKKK!!!!!!

Sorry Sean...

Woah. Just got back from a super sick So So Modern gig at the Media Club. First gig ive been to in ages. Its great to see such a mint band playing an all ages gig (on the same night as a r18 gig at Goodbye Blue Monday... respect) but also, actually enjoying it. Sleepy Age were first up. For a really solid band playing some enjoyable dancey music, they didn't seem that pleased to be playing. They seemed sarcastic and akward. Okay sure, they had a rather small audience (it was a pretty early show... it started ten to seven) and il admit, little indie scenesters aren't exactly the most responsive audience. It's just a shame really that some bands dont give it their all for an audience of kids. Thank god we have people like Disasteradio.

Out of my top 5 concert experiences, 3 of them feature Disasteradio. Sooo much freaking fun. You've got to admire a person who can make an entire audience go monkey fucking nuts in dancing pleasure.... all by himself! Love him. Disasteradio... never change.

I hadn't really seen much of So So Modern. I stupidly missed out on their last gig because of ....something (cant remember... I think it was Scriptless). So slick, so exciting... dangerous and yet hypnotically comforting, their music is sharp and electronic but still maintaining that live power through guitars that is missing from electronica. So So Modern are from a distant future where humans have mastered guitar skills and sculpt sound through crazed effects boards. Man those guys are clever... that shit takes years of hard gigging to get tight.

Well... I know i'll definately be borrowing their new album from Thom.

Now... I need to go paint (will he finish in time???).

Coming up on monday, Ill tell you a new game. It's a goodun.

Today Sam got to see the Mint Chicks again. Sam hates the Mint Chicks. I had to go to school and learn. In what universe is that fair?

Answer: None.

Thursdays

I quietly enjoy Thursdays.

Thursdays are usually after Wednesdays. And Wednesdays are usually pretty awesome because I get to band practice. Which rocks. So by Thursday you're still in a pretty good mood from the day before, plus the weathers awesome, plus you have Fridays to look forward to. And everyone loves Fridays*.

*everyone except you right? Well, I don't care. You don't get an opinion. You're malformed.

I also love Fridays because I have another band practice (DURING MUSIC!! Yaya! No listening to Dons ramblings...) and Art History last period. And I am also looking forward to tomorrows friday because the Tea Party's on at Canterbury University. I can't go, but I get to listen to it on RDU all day. Mini-yay of semi-lamenes. Apparently according to Sam (Law Student, Brother and God of all Knowingness), the Mint Chicks are on "later". I don't know what that means. 3:00pm? 9:00pm? Fuck. If you know, let me know.

Sam and his law friends are going as Ninja Turtles. Because apparently thats what uni students do. I helped them make shells...

I traded my artistic expertise for Sam having to cook dinner not me. He cooked chicken and salad. It was muchos delicious.

Sam and Salad...

...Sam and Chicken

And THAT'S why I love Thursdays. Oh, and they played D-Rad on RDU this morning. Me and Eli danced during form assembley. Good times.

Small Band

I want to be in a really small band, like a two-piece, just me and Oli. It would be awesome. We'd only be able to have two parts, like bass and drums, or guitar and drums (I wouldn't be able to cope with a loop pedal) but we'd both sing a lot with wiked close harmonies. We'd play loud and fast and with much dancing. We'd be able to play anywhere anytime... in bedrooms, corridors even. We'd be able to practice lots too.

But mum won't ever let us buy drums.

Im going to buy drums.

Im going to go paint now.

Big Band

I really want to be in a big band with lots of people in it. So so much. We can all sing in wicked harmonies and wear moccasins and heaps of jangly shaky hand percussion. And everyone will be uplifted and sing along in the chorus. And we'll all dance all over the massive stage.

Why? Two reasons...

ONE

TWO

I think I may be going deaf...

It's not that bad. It happens to everyone/anyone who plays in a band and goes to poorly mixed and overtly ouch inducing live shows and listens to music very loudly on headphones. But im not complaining.



I'd much rather be deaf before im 21 then listen to music at a reasonable volume.



But the deafer I get, the louder I have to turn up the music to make up for it.



Whenever I play someone music off my mp3 they go "WOOAH, turn it DOWN! Are you trying to kill me??!"



Im not trying to kill them.



My ears rang for ten minutes today for no reason.



I dont want my ears to ring for no reason.



Now, I wear earmuffs at band practice.



On a related note, I told my History of Art Class that my dad assembles earmuffs for a day job. He's probably assembled most of the earmuffs in the South Island for the past 15 years. All the big earmuff companies get their earmuffs manufactured at the factory in Christchurch my dad works in. He's really good. In fact, he probably assembled the earmuffs in your garage.



My dads really an architect.

NB. Not really my dad... Its an illustration.

Run

Seeing as though its monday and everything, heres another game we invented (this time with the help of Axle). It's called Run.

PREAMBLE



Ever found a random tennis ball in the park when you're bored and have no idea what to do? Well, play this game. You'll be giggling in no time. It's utterly simple and has little to no rules.



REQUIREMENTS



Three to ten people.



A park (a big one with lots of grass. They typically are the ones where you find balls from people with dogs).



A FOUND tennis ball (it has to be found).





HOW TO PLAY



The most important thing to remember with Run is that in it's purest form it is entirely spontaneous. Even writing down the rules dulls the awesomeness of the game. As with the best made up games, the rules aren't important.



To adhere to the spontaniety clause, the ball used in Run MUST be found. Only then may the game commence. If a ball is manufactured or someone plants it earlier it defeats the purpose of the game (as NOW you're all like "Wow... I can't believe they didn't catch me out for planting the ball! I am such a sluth!" No. You're a cunt.



Once a ball is found a game of run can be declared by shouting "RUN!" The person with the ball is IN.



Whoever's IN must throw the ball under the legs of another player to get back OUT.



Intimidation is called for and encouraged. Scary faces, noises and insults work best to put off another player.



That's pretty much it. And remember to run.





HINT.... Climb a tree!

PINS

I listened to Fleet Foxes last night in bed in the dark. It was amazing. I saw all these wiked shapes and colours in the darkness. When that was over I started listening to Joy Division but the echoey delay on the drums started to freak me out so I turned it off.

Then I had a strange dream last night...but it was really boring and that makes me angry.

There was this coffee table being constructed in front of my eyes. Except it was being held together with massive sewing pins... the one with the round pink ends. Or maybe the pins were normal sized and the table was small.

I got angry that the pins weren't countersunk.

Heres a drawing...

I replayed this over and over, and even in my dream I knew that it was boring. And I imagined typing this blog post about it.

Conclusions...

A. I need to do more with my day.
B. Even my dreams are contrived.

Counting Down....

I've been strangely anxious about something all day.

Its sort of like those mysterious unidentified jitters you get when your excited about a party or an awesome movie you've been dying to see. So yeah, its like the bad version of that.

I think the main culprit is the looming school term. It's the Saturday before term 4 begins. Yes, term 4. And that means its exam time, stress time, no party time and (because I'm a extremely paranoid person on better days) IM GOING TO FUCKING CRASH AND BURN time.

So I'm worried that I'm wasting my time today doing nothing before school makes me do a million things all at once. But maybe thats a good thing...

Today was pretty all right. Highlight would have to be going to the Court Theatre matinee of that Roger Hall play about retirees on holiday. Being a Roger Hall play (cited as "New Zealands most trusted play write" lol, poor guy) and being a matinee, it was full of chuckling retirees (and beyonds) reliving their days of travelling overseas as youger retirees.

Being one of the youngest people in the audience, I found myself in a unique position of being able to stand apart from the group of them and spy on their modest admiring glances and moments of self reflection. Even though I enjoyed the play, I was fascinated by the comfort the aged audience found in such a simple reflection of their own lives. Having not had a life yet, I concluded that I have much to look forward to.

But first, its time to FUCKING CRASH AND BURN!

Callum goes Bracket and Hyperlink CRAZY!! (or "It must be Friday")

So Jono's staying over this week.

(History Lesson: Jono's been a friend of mine since like waay back, probably longer than anyone. Well, except Thom of course. But he doesn't count this week because Jono's here now and he went home. We were like a wiked gang back in primary school. A clique maybe. It was pretty cool. It was definately the best clique too. We weren't the cool guys (as they are all jerks) or the nerdy guys (as they were embarassing). We were the middle group. The best group. Well, besides the group of 9 girls who made up the "All of The Girls" group that win by default. We even made movies (which were all badass with fights and shit))

We had a pretty fun week though. Our parents were on their best behavious because we had 'a guest' (Me: "Since WHEN did we eat at the table Mum?" Mum: *Tries to burn a whole through me with her eyes*) and we got wiked food too. Jono worked all day, so me and Oli got some sweet recording done (which are sounding awesome). We went on dates in the evening. On Wednesday we went to Inglourious Basterds (I hope I spelt that right), which as it happens, is the movie I've been waiting to see my whole life. Last night (Thursday) we went to see Poe at the court (which freaked the shit out of me). Jono and Oli wore suit jackets. But Oli was wearing this v neck t shirt and looked sort of stupid. He made a remark about how if anyone asks about it he'll say he's a homosexual. We all laughed. Then mum said he can borrow her scarf. "No mum, thats a pashmina" corrected Oli. We all laughed more. Dad looked worried.

After the play we went to Brigitte's place and made her watch the first Star Wars (which for some ungodly reason she had never seen). As it happens, How I Met Your Mother on tuesday night had a similar plot with Ted forcing that Elliot girl from Scrubs to watch it. On the show Elliot really hated it and made a joke about Chewbacca. But shes a bitch so she doesn't count. Back in reality, Brigitte really liked it. But for some reason she liked The Phantom Menace better (which is a crime). Eli was there too (of course).Turns out he has a rediculous knowledge of Star Wars trivia. This came as quite a shock to the group, as Eli resembles in no way a geek/nerd/star wars trivia buff. He even rides a long board and listens to Nujabes.

After Star Wars we came home and watched the Ladyhawke win a million awards at the NZ Music Awards. We had it taped so we stayed up for ages waiting for the Mint Chicks to play. But it was well worth it. They played She's a Mod with MICHAEL LOGIE on bass. It was awesome. Im a huge fan of Michael Logie, and I wonder if they might bring him back into the band. Oli says if they do that, there might be a chance that they would degress stylistically and become more punkish. But I think that they would put Michaels wiked F in Math work into the mixing pot and create a crazy awesome fucked up pop mess. But you never know with the Mint Chicks. Sadly, despite the unyeildingly awesomeness of Screens, they didn't win any of the awards on the night (up and commers Midnight Youth pinched them. But good on them. They're so young, it must have been crazy exciting. You can almost forgive them for dressing like Tomboys from the 80's).

In other news, that youtube video of Custard Bear at rockquest finally uploaded (after like 2 weeks). Check it out here. (sorry in advance for the sound quality... It was fucking loud.)

Thrills for Free

NUMBER ONE

Hearing your band play on the radio at like 3 am in the morning. Never before in my life has a poor quality mono recording has made me giggle with glee.

The Only Turn Game

Dearest Friends, today (being a Monday and everything) I thought it would be nice of me to share with you a game which I made up (with the help of Oli. But of course Oli helped. When isn't he there? Answer; never). I hope to make this game thing a regular occurance. I guess il post them as often as I can remember them. Its called The Only Turn Game.






PREAMBLE

This game is perfect for playing when extremely bored in town when your waiting for a bus, or waiting for Edwin to show up so you can give him his birthday cake which you made.



REQUIREMENTS


Two people (may be played with more... see Wiked Spins);

A large Activity Space (central city Christchurch works perfectly);

A very very bored state of mind. This is key. If you are even in the slightest sense entertained (maybe theres a 12 year old busker doing mime outside the bus exchange... what an idiot), then this game will seem more boring in comparison. However, if you are extremely bored, then this game could possibly be the most fun you've ever had.



HOW TO PLAY

In its simplest form, The Only Turn Game is merely a way to make boring walks around town intersting.

Firstly, choose a destination. Secondly, walk there. However;


Player A may only turn left.
Player B may only turn right.


And thats all there is to it.



PUNISHMENTS


If a player breaks the One Rule of the game (which is idiotic seeing as there IS only ONE RULE) a punishment is issued. The punishment is agreed on by players beforehand and can be anything you like. Here are some examples;


- Must walk in barefeet for the next 5 minutes. This is lethal in the summer with such burning hot concrete in town. Plus the threat of standing on glass is pretty scary.
- Must drink puddle water
- A slap with a jandal (Summer)
- A whip with a scarf (Winter)
- A dare is issued


(nb. dares shouldn't be stupidly impossible/terribly imbarrassing. Remember, you may have to recieve a dare in the near future, and we want to keep a good natured vibe to the game. The Only Turn Game has the potential to break friendships)



WIKED SPINS


- For a wiked spin on the game, follow the above rules, but play TAG (the hands-down greatest and most simplest game in all of the world).

This is a dangerous addition to The Only Turn Game, but really makes the most out of it, and tests the tactical skill of the players. Also, it allows for Multiple Players (To play, the person who is IN can only turn the opposite direction to everyone else).

Simply play TAG with the addition this simple rule, and you will find happiness in the dizzy mess that The Only Turn Game can bring.

HINT ...If only turning RIGHT, you can turn LEFT by making three RIGHT TURNS. If used well, this technique can result in the "dizzy mess" as hinted at above.

Good luck. As with all games, don't be afraid to experiment and come up with new rules and variations. If you come up with a really wiked one, email me. Id love to hear it.

secluded in dust hell

This afternoon I continued my fight at trying (very hard) to clean my bedroom. I actually mostly really enjoy it. Im a compulsive nostalgic. When I clean my room I get to sort through all the old tickets and letters and drawings and songs all over my desk and floor. I spend far more time re-reading old letters then I do vacuuming.


SPEAKING of vacuuming; It's awesome. Mum bought a new vacuum cleaner. We used to have one that looks like this...

Now it looks like this...

Swish huh?

Its so awesome. I had so much dust in my room, I filled it beyond its full limit level. SPEAKING of dust...

I hate dust. Alot. This is the only reason that I dont clean my room much, because all the dust become unsettled and fills the air and chokes me to death. Its the worst torture. I end up sneezing my face completely off and rubbing my eyes until they are bleeding. I gave up yesterday because of dust overload when I finished vacuuming, and gave up today after less than and hour for the same reason.

The irony is I that even though I'm rediculously sensitive to dust (possibly allergic), I live secluded in dust hell (as I never clean my room). Hmmm... Maybe this time I'll keep my room ventilated.

Not That Scary Much...

Van Helsing... also not that scary.

So, as it turns out... Historical Model United Nations = AWESOME!!

As i mentioned here,I was freaking petrified of the entire ordeal. And yes, waking up very early was painful. But I had that coming (screw you Thom!! learn to sleep). But it was probably on of the most stimulating experiences of my "life" (read "this year").

Luckily, I was a pretty insignificant country (sorry Ethiopia, but you guys didn't really have much to say in 1949.. well, I didn't), so all the big players eg. UK, USA, USSR (all acronyms... hmm...maybe that's saying something...) were prepared, so they did all the big talking. And me and Oli and Ellen (Ellen was there!! And Megan!!) asked difficult questions and made funny remarks (Oli wont that comp with "The best defence is a good offence. But a good offence can lead to Nuclear Winter.") I tried to speak and failed several times. But I had fun passing notes and raising my placard (which I got to keep!! Anyone who wants a big sign saying Ethiopia just drop me a line... I'll do a good deal). And plus we all got lots of subway for lunch and a talk from the fantastic American-accented Dr Scott Walker.

Another highlight of the day was a presentation about the Global Poverty Project. This is a super exciting movement to end extreme poverty throughout the world by 2015 thats just sort of kicking off in New Zealand. I don't want to get preachy and explain it all to you right now (especially as no one actually reads this). However, if you keen on doing something awesome for the world, check out the website by clicking here. And be cool by being into it before everyone else then in 6 months when everyones heard of it you'll be like "Oh, I've been in on that for like... ages".

Brainfuckfuckfuck....

Wheres Ethiopia.... ?

The clock is about to tip over to one o'clock in the morning.... and I'm starting to get rather worried.

Tommorow im taking part in the Historical Model United Nations for my first ever time. I was sorta-half dragged into it by Oli (well, he signed my up) and only looked into how much work i had to prepare for it this evening. Its fucking petrifying. I'm the Honorable Delegate of Ethiopia (ETHIOPIA!!! IN AFRICA!!! WHAT THE HELL????!!).
For those of you who dont know anything about the Model United Nations (for example, me, one hour ago!!!) a whole bunch of future politicians gather in a room for a day to debate important social and political issues, from the perspective of a representative country. This conference is on the Essentials of Peace. What makes this conference even more horrific from my standpoint, is that we're debating these issues from a 1946 perspective. We were supposed to do research, and read up on our countries and the UN... Its alot of work to cram into one evening.

So, right now, at 1:01 am on Saturday, I'm going to sleep, knowing next to nothing on Ethiopia. And even if I did form some sort of opinion on the matter from a 1946 Ethiopian perspective, I would have absolutely no idea how to present these ideas to the group (oh yeah, theres like a freaking whole language for this shit)!! Oh well. Im sure those of you who have done this before are laughing their arses off reading this ("Oh that poor kid...what an idiot") with me getting all worked up and all. Well... FUCK YOU!! Im 16. Im aloud to get freaked out about pointless things.

And plus, if im not wound up enough, I went to the bathroom before in the complete darkness and STOOD ON THE FUCKING CAT!! God I hate my cat. It screeched off down the hallway, whilst I shat a brick.

Its okay... It will probably die soon.

Today, overwhelmed by the Weather.

Here is an over detailed account of my day. Just for fun...

Thom and Callum enjoying their breakfast.

I woke up and Thom was still here, so we played Los Campesinos! very loudly and made waffles with yoghurt and bananas and chocolate chips. It was awesome. Today was the hottest day its been so far this spring (I actually had to put sunscreen on). I wore shorts AGAIN. For a boy who lives in jeans this is incredibly liberating.

After jamming for a bit we decided we had to get out of the house and so planned a huge barefoot mish down to Riccarton mall to purchase flight of the conchords season two. However, needing sustenance, we made epic tuna sandwiches with french mustard and pickles (but not for Thom! ...Because, well, he doesn't like pickles). Then we were off... and didn't even need jerseys!

Oli found a staff for walking. Many gandalf references were made and we all laughed a lot... Hahaha etc. Oli ditched it on top of a fence as we drew nearer to the mall as he got embarassed. We laughed at him again. What an idiot.

The mall smelt weird and unnatural so we spent a very short amount of time in there, fleeing to Borders. Ahhh Borders... how comforting you are. Nice and cool and calming... no ones rushing around in Borders! And with such a wide range of products for us to sample! And such quaint displays of dvds! Oh Borders.... how we love you. Never change.

We got the dvd and walked home. Oli got his stick back from on top of the fence. He was relieved it was still there, and we laughed at him again. When we got back we were tired so we drank water and watched Conchords season two.

And then I made pasta for tea.

GREATEST DAY EVER!!!!

The End.

"I must be fine cause my heart's still beating"

Thom and I have both now officially created blogs. I sort of convinced him to make one as well, with mine going ever so successfully and all. He always tells me about these wicked adventures he has. Hes here at the moment, so I ask him for an example for you now...

"Thom, whats an example of an adventure you've had?"
...*pause*... "I 'borrowed' my dads van once and went to Akaroa."

Wow. Thom = my inspiration.

Its only now i figure that its probably not the best idea for him to be making a blog... with his life being so much more interesting then mine. And of course life is a competition and everything.

So i did a brainstorm of ways to make my blog better. Here's what I thought of;
-Put in lots of my drawings and music in it.
-Talk about my dreams and figure out what they mean
-Do some sort of long term, goal achieving, striving-for-something blog
-Wank on for ages about how crap my life is (bad idea... as its not that crap really)
-Wank on for ages about my opinions of everything
- Make enormous lies about my life to make it seem more interesting.
-A combination of the above.

I think I'll probably end up doing the last one.

Anyways, today was a good day. Oli and I did some music recording this morning in the lounge with all the doors open (as it was a lovely warm day YAY!). We are taking our time with the recording this time, multi tracking etc... making it sound nasty. However, so far its sounding remarkably similar to the live recording we did with Ben that only took one (very long) day. Hmmm....

Then Thom came round and we stole all his music and we made nachos and played lots of loud guitar. I was then prompted to tidy my room (which was a tip!). It was fun because i got to play with the Dyson vacuum. We made nachos. We ate nachos. I then had to stop tidying my room because the dust started to kill me (man I hate dust... the bastards). And now were watching the Michel Gondry dvd again, but this time with Thom. Michel Gondry is one of my all time favourite artists in the whole world. He somehow makes film which is so crazy similar to my dream life. Watching extended periods of Gondry films really messes with my head... I start to worry about how awake I am, and how much of real life is actually dreams... and how much dreaming I mistake for real life (which happens a lot more). Sleep and dream life, as well as the diluting quality of memory is something which really fascinates me (and I always love finding art that agrees with my head). Thats actually kind of one of the reasons I have this blog.

Something to look forward to.