Mona Lisa Musta Had The Highway Blues

Hello faithful reader.

I'm back with an actual post, as opposed to the writing piece I posted last time.

I haven't made an actual post since May, so I won't lie, much has happened, though unfortunately non of it very interesting. But alas, you'll now be treated to various ramblings about most of them.

Firstly, I finished my exams in May, and thusly as of the 26th of May I have no longer been a high school pupil. Huzzah. Blimey, almost a whole month of being a non-pupil. In saying that, this week was the first week I've not been at the school ever day for the show. Which was strange, really. Having to go in at lunch times/after school being officially done with the place as an educational establishment.

Luckily, it was just to see one of the teachers I actually liked (my music teacher, who was my favourite last year. And only 24. lol). So, it wasn't all bad.

Speaking of the show (Oh yes, master of the segue at work), it went rather well. I much preferred playing the sadist Dentist, and -- so I'm told, and do feel myself -- I did rather kill on the wednesday (My last dentist night). I was told -- by the very teacher mentioned above, amongst other -- that I was worryingly good at playing a drug-addict-woman-beating-sadistic-masochist-dentist. I wonder what they're trying to say...

This week was my first week at the University Summer School, too. It really picked up when I got to the Film & TV class, then Philosophy. Psychology... well... we'll wait and see...

There was Prom, too. Wound up meeting an old friend from Primary (Elementary for you yanks), getting bought a pint by a teacher (the afore mentioned), and crashing on a friends armchair and barely sleeping. Good night. Best part of the night was my Suit, though. And hanging with the drunk Music/Drama teachers.

For a month of non-posting, I can think of very little else to say that's not vaguely self pittying and way too much for this generally cheery themed blog. And so I leave you with this:

"The only true currency in this bankrupt world is what you share with someone else when you’re uncool." - Almost Famous.

Goodnight, Farewell and Namaste faithful reader.

The Long And Winding Road...

Hello, faithful reader.

It's been a while, yes? Well over a month, almost two. I apologise for that, I do. I don't know what happened.

So, what -- I hear you ask -- has been going on? Well... Surprisingly little. I've either had little to say, or simply been to busy to say anything. Last few days I have honestly had this blog making page open most of the time I spent on the computer. Other things just took over, both things I had to do and strange and sudden moods that were less than good.

(I won't bore you with the details, 'cause I'm half convinced I'm just crazy.)

Though, I do have a few tales to tell, I suppose.

The first involves neds and immeasurable and ridiculous racism.

(Granted, all racism is ridiculous, but, this takes the cake. Really)

(Also, speaking of cake: The phrase "Have your cake and eat it too"... Eh? What's the point in having the cake if not to eat it? I mean, really...)

Anyhoo.

My friends and I, over our easter break, took a trip to the... *ahem*... lovely town of Ayr. While there, we had an encounter, lets call it, with the local neds. Now, we did nothing whatsoever, I presume they just got angered by the townies in their presence. Who knows. The strangeness comes in what they shouted at us.

Now, I must preface this with saying that my friends and I are incredibly white. I mean, unbelievably. You know, burn at the hint of sun white.

So why these [or this, it was mainly one of them] shouted [such things as] "Black bastards!" at us... Well, not one of us has yet to figure it out, really. It's just racism for racisms sake, really. There's no way he could actually have seen any black people anywhere near us... So who the fuck knows.

This trip, incidentally, decided my university for me. Realising Ayr is a catastrophically boring place, even with my bestest of buddies [and Tommy... long story], and living there to go to UWS seems like a very dull prospect. So Glasgow it is, and i'm kind of leaning towards the joint degree -- the previous outsider.

I have till Star Wars day [Monday. May the forth (be with you). Get it?] to officially accept, though.

The school show [Little Shop Of Horrors] is going well, and currently one of the few things about the school I like anymore.

Good thing I only have like 5 days of actually being in the school as a pupil left, right? I can't wait to get out of that place. Honestly. I'll miss some of the people, and the Music and Drama departments, but other than that...

I mean, the people in charge of the school don't seem to give a shit about the pupils in that place. Most of the ordinary teachers do, but the ones at the top don't give a shit.

This has been slightly rantier than I had anticipated, but there we go. I could rant about various other things, to be honest, but there's a lot of backstory and qualifying that must be done for those, and that's a bit much for what I really intend to be a far more light hearted little blog.

And, to end on a light hearted note, I think we should campaign to have the Queen dethroned and replace her with Stephen Fry. Kind Stephen Fry of Great Britain, has a real ring to it, right?

Anyhoodle, that's all for now.

Ta ta for now, faithful reader.

(PS. Race, probably a good call with the mermaid award, to be honest. Though I do appreciate the mention. =])

(PPS. I hope your feeling better from your period of illness)

(PPPS. And now, it's actually fairwell, faithful readers.)

A random assortment of thoughts...

It's late, I'm tired, but feel like doing this. So bear with me, faithful [phantom] readers.

Vibranxiety. Ringxiety. Phantom Vibration Syndrome. Whatever you wanna call it, it's frakking weird. If you don't know, it's that feeling that your mobile phone [or cell phone if you're American, which I'm not, so mobile] is vibrating in your pocket when it's not. It annoys the hell out of me, and oft makes me think I'm going crazy, and maybe does you. I wonder if it's a sign we all use mobile phones too much... Bleh. They're useful and fancy and cool. Screw the mental health problems that come with it.

10. More. Days. Then the world with CHANGE! That's right, Change is coming. Overnight on the 20th, we'll all be showered in money and puppies and love. Well, maybe not overnight... But more or less, right? 

I get a sense that some/a lot of people will be let down by Barack Obama, but not because he's a bad President. I reckon he'll be a good President, but Bush left a lot of shit to clean up. Change might not come as quick as people hope, but I reckon it'll still come. 

Learning to play Piano hurts my left hand... Damn you "Love Song"!

And on the music note, did you know Tommy Reilly doesn't like coffee?

Yeah. There you go. If Mr Brightside didn't clinch victory for him, surely that will.

Goodnight, faithful [phantom] reader.