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Thursday, January 8th, 2009
10:54 pm	"tim burton presents alice in wonderland" http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1014759/ :o!!!! (Comment on this)
Tuesday, December 30th, 2008
8:46 pm	Okok, i don't want to over play this, but i think there's a good chance. I might, just maybe, have finally found the most idiotic human being to be granted access to the internet. One day, a long time from now, the powers that be will realise the internet is not a human right, and in order to place things on it for other human beings to view, you must atleast be able to form cogent sentences in your langauge of choice (especially when what your writing is apparently vital, WORLD SAVING, information). Without further ado, i give you, timecube, and the various reasons why race wars will "spread over the world like wildfire", yes, that was a quote. http://www.timecube.com/ (Comment on this)
Friday, December 19th, 2008
10:58 am	Meet Joe Black 2: Joe vs the State of New York I'd like to open with another "for fucks sake", this time aimed entirely at my self. Having no one really to talk to when going through an emotional crisis i feel the need to throw my thoughts down in writing. I find it helps me put things in order and dare i dream, sometimes i almost start making sense to my self. But that really doesn't mean livejournal is the best medium for such things and i'm annoyed at my self for my last completely pointless post. Not that anybody else cares, i'm really letting future Jordan know that i wasn't entirely a fool when young. I would delete it but upon starting this typed account of day to day mundane activities a long time ago i decided whatever i wrote in anger or otherwise would never be deleted.....unless livejournal gets closed or something of course. Last night i watched Meet Joe Black for the first time in a fair while, i'd forgotten how good it is. What can i say the film uses some of my favorite words, ubiquitous, impertinent, as well as the scene in which Brad Pitt puts on an excellent Jamaican accent (i assume in order to show the universal nature of death, i just thinks it's a decent and needed gag). The score in many scenes was very moving that Newman fellow it would appear is quite good at his art. BUT, best of all, the manner in which the writers of the film manage to convey such an important (and laughably pretentious) point; that there are far too many things in this life we all take for granted, is astounding. There's one scene in which "death" tries peanut butter and decides it is the pinnacle of human culinary achievement. Hence he goes onto refrain from fine dining when offered, and simply asks for peanut butter. I thought that was a brilliant idea, mainly because i love peanut butter, so i can totally relate....ish. Death has apparently never taken human form in the world of Joe Black and as such with his blank canvas of human experience goes through this film in wide eyed wonder at the plethora of earthly delight laid out before him. By the end obstacles are overcome, friends become enemies and enemies become friends, everyone is surely better off for the experience, except for Bill Parish (Anthony Hopkins). Joe gets his body back from death, gets the girl (daughter of now deceased Bill Parish) and they wander off together to live their bliss filled lives, lets be fair, now Bill is dead that daughter is rich like a Marks and Spencers chocolate fudge cake, yeah, i went there. How wonderful? Oh, but wait, wasn't Joe Black the last one seen with Bill Parish alive? Wandering over some bridge in the grounds of his home. Wouldn't that daughter want a few answers? Short of her accepting Joe had been possessed for the last several weeks then as far as she knows, her father and Joe wandered over a bridge together, both entirely alive and in full grasp of their own faculty, 15 seconds later, her father is dead, and Joe is completely indifferent about it as he ambles back over that same bridge, failing to mention the now out of sight dead body on the other side. At the very least the police would be sniffing around, i want the sequel, the one with a long drawn out court case where Joe is put on trial for manslaughter by negligence. Those are just a few thoughts i had as i watched the final scene. Now i might have been lying before when i said that wide eyed wonder(/point of the film) business was the best part. You don't discover the best part until the very final piece of dialogue. The writers were apparently aware of the scripts many shortcomings because by the end of the last scene, you are convinced that everything is going to be just fine. They do this by using the very entertaining trick of saying absolutely nothing useful, instead trying to convey as much blind confusion from both characters as possible eventually, gently, easing it back round to the former state of "oh it's ok we love each other" affairs. It's a gentle transition where the girl comes to accept her CLEARLY brand new Joe Black, now with personality, and chooses to dance round that burning "wheres daddy gone?" question, instead eluding to her vague understanding of everything by saying "i wish you could have known my father". In the twilight of the film, i went from "this is stupid, there are going to be questions, run to Mexico Joe!!" to "awwwwww, isn't that nice? Everything is bound to be ok!!". It was incredible, those clever writing munchkins. (Comment on this)
Sunday, November 9th, 2008
12:41 am	sorry about all this kids.... FOR FUCKS SAKE, why can't this emotions business be simple? Am i pushing her away or is it the inherant nature of a long distance relationship that feelings dwindle a bit between meetings? I refuse to brake up with her, it's been a long hard several months apart with her on the phone to me most days depressed and crying. She lost her bounce, everything that made her the girl i started going out with soon after arriving there. The cute innocence, the sparkle in her eye, the inquisitive nature and the hopefull vision of things to come, the wonderfull shining ray in my cloudy vaguely anger filled world. She lost all that, the light has been sucked from her by the rut of a town with no friends and no prospect of making new ones as everyone there is a skinhead or doesn't really speak english. Breaking up with her might just push her over the edge right now, but is that the reason why i haven't broken up with her? Am i still in this relationship more out of loyalty than love? I honestly can't tell, i mean she hasn't been the same happy bouncy person she was for a while. All i want is for us to get through this, for her to find a job and escape that place, for things to go back to how they were. Can they ever go back to how they were? Do i really even want that? Am i just telling my self that in my striving for a moral superiority? I seriously hope not, hope indeed i'm just living in hope that most rediculous of human decision making tools. Maybe i want her to make the hard decision for me that's why i'm pushing her away. I hope she finds a job, i hope she escapes, i hope it all goes back to how it was, would i be happy if it did? Maybe, right now i know my will is more in this relationship than my heart, that's the only thing i know for sure this evening, when i wake up tomorrow morning it will have probably swung the other way again. What does that even mean? I can't figure this situation out, i can't figure out what i want because i don't have a damn clue what my emotions are telling me, and thats not fair on her i have to do right by her as a man but how can i even do that when i don't know what is right?! Whilst all the time because of my shortcomings i'm just causing her more anguish. It's rediculous. (Comment on this)
Saturday, May 17th, 2008
10:49 am	Alien Face Rape Home is dull, the longer I’m at university the less I ever feel like returning, though now I have my fortnightly piano lessons which means at least one trip back every two weeks though I do miss my puppies (which are now large dogs) when I’m gone. But onto more pressing matters, of which I have very few, my band were picked out of a load of others to play freefest on May 5th which is cool, it's just a little one day music festival on the university campus, about 8 or 9 bands play, everyone wakes up, starts drinking, etc. It’s the largest free festival in England apparently. There's probably a post somewhere around this time last year about the hay laden drunken fuzzy mental image that was freefest 2007, now I feel the need to go looking for it and try to remember all the things I forgot, which is mainly the point of LJ for me really anyway. It shall be significant fun though, turns out having a band is a ridiculous good time. Onto the point, Alien Versus Predator, what an idea! A significantly intimidating slime covered "monster" which simply must burst out of some things chest in order to come into existence (of course only after a quick spot of face rape in order to get it into that some things chest), who features a beyond healthy array of teeth, and, who's very tongue has yet more teeth, the KEY USE of said tongue being to punch through skulls. It's blood is a corrosive acid burning through the strongest of alloys in seconds, and the aliens tail provides a hefty enough spike to make even Rambo jealous (the humble snake catcher/spike maker that he is nowadays apparently), indeed 'tis a formidable beast. But ask yourself could the governor of California kick its ass? Probably. The predator on the other hand gave Arnold Schwarzenegger a serious good old fashioned wupping and a hollering in an epic way.....right before admitting defeat and blowing himself up, even the predators’ death is so epic it requires a thermonuclear explosion. Just when you think the film industry peaked in terms of its space related protagonists with alien in 1979, in 1987 along comes this utter gem. A huge humanoid looking creature clad in armour that could be straight out of a samurai museum. He boasts a fairly significant array of gadgets, and you know damn well before he even moves every one of those gadgets is used in some way to kill something, of course apart from his face mask but it's ok because the face mask serves a higher purpose: 1) It makes the predator look yet more badass 2) It helps in the killing of things Of course who could forget predators genetic, yes, genetic predisposition towards dreadlocks? Even the predalien had dreadlocks, fantastic writing, I shall never look at a Jamaican in the same light again. So of course when you thrust the two into the same film you would expect it to be monumentally epic, almost so epic it could be considered just plain immoral the sheer eclipsing shadow it could cast over the rest of the film industry (in it's genre). However of course with the first AvP film it just isn't the case, they decided to go right ahead and humanize the predator, thus removing everything that made it such an enjoyable character to behold. This time around they once again have managed to make a crap film, but if you will, an incredible Movie. An arm melts and a small boy gets face raped in the opening 5 minutes of the film which none of us saw coming most film writers like stay clear of young deaths, luckily these writers went off on their own little tangent whilst simultaneously maintaining it’s B-movie clichéd ideals. Amid several other story lines, female soldier returning home, a simple sheriff just trying to do what’s right (nobody was one day away from retirement though), you have the likeable geek earning his way with a simple pizza delivery job. His love interest, who of course is going out with an overly jealous jock, who of course has an entourage of at least two other jocks, one of whom is of course (as is mandatory) black, I’ll let you try and guess which kid dies first out of those. The film covers most the clichés in the b-movie rule book, though manages to throw a twist in for every one of them which made it special. Nothing was off limits and various important questions were answered, ever wondered what would happen if a pregnant woman gets face raped? Ever wondered if an alien could punch through a safety helmet? Well now you know! The writers managed to pack a shocking amount into the 89 minute film and when you reach the end you realise the only thing missing is a nuclear explosion, and the writers do not let you down. It's one of the most enjoyable dvd experiences I’ve had for a while, as long as it's viewed with a number of cynical cinema loving friends you can all laugh your way through the magic together, if taken seriously though then yeah, it's crap. Not sure why the mass review of the film was necessary, it isn't really what I intended on writing but it just sort of happened, in other news freefest went amazingly, my guitar savings for my 21st birthday present...to me....is at a modest £150, only £1150 to go. Uni life continues to impress, after a forced and stunningly severe break from pianistic endeavours I’m back on track and should have grade 5 down by Christmas, that constant lingering pessimism in the back of my mind perpetually reminding me of the grimness of life is healthy as ever and my first exam is in a fortnight. Overall I can't complain. (Comment on this)
Sunday, January 20th, 2008
12:10 pm	cloud nostalgia It's been a fun few months in the second year of university, work bits and bobs to be done, many a game of internet chess played, and greatest of all i think is the formation of cloud nostalgia. www.myspace.com/cloudnostalgia It's my band, for those that were wondering. I've never actually been in a band before so it's a bit weird, much like having your own music box that makes bass and drum sounds as well as guitar and singing, and your in control of it all, but it's people, not a music box, they're my musical slaves, much like regular slaves, but only when performing. We let the magic weave it's self. We have only the one lonely song on the ole myspace so far, we would have another but my singing abilities are still in the early experimental stage (to be nice) and my first efforts at recording vocals for it were worse than bjork, oops. It's only up from here. This song writing lark is a lot of fun, it's just a sort of pleasant existence, to sit around and think "what music would i like to hear" then figuring out how to actually make it happen, i see why so many "waste their lives" chasing this dream. (Comment on this)
Thursday, December 20th, 2007
11:23 pm	peddler of pedantry jellybean: my american friend matt has a fake neck: me Jellybean says: my bad matt has a fake neck says: ha! "my bad", what a phrase Jellybean says: ... is that an american thing? matt has a fake neck says: very much so matt has a fake neck says: we english types might occasionally decided a letter isn't quite worth properly pronouncing, which will depend entirely on where you come from in the country, but you wont tend to find entire words or sylables skipped and as such get phrases like "my bad" Jellybean says: really? it's such a great phrase Jellybean says: my bad? what is left out of that? matt has a fake neck says: most a sentence Jellybean says: haha Jellybean says: but like Jellybean says: when you do something wrong and it's your fault Jellybean says: it's your bad Jellybean says: so Jellybean says: MY BAD Jellybean says: it's quite humorous i say it a lot Jellybean says: people are like KATE WTF BLAH BLAH BLAH Jellybean says: and i just go "my bad" matt has a fake neck says: since when has "bad" been a word to describe an error or a falt with regards to poor judgement? or general misunderstanding? better yet since when has bad been a noun? ! matt has a fake neck says: it's just not proper english Jellybean says: who cares. this is america. enough said. (Comment on this)
Thursday, October 25th, 2007
7:05 pm	Hey kids! Cast your minds back to what you were up to around 2pm on september 14th of this very year. I found my self stationed by millies in the victoria centre, nervously ensuring i pay for the giant cookie i had just ordered before telling them what i wanted written on it, by acting like i did not know where i had stored the note with what i wanted on the cookie on my person. Once cash was successfully exchanged, i conveniantly came across the note in my back pocket and got out of there immediately. My friend Kay and i had decided to get a giant cookie as later that day Dan was having his annual "were all going back to uni so lets get wasted" garden party, complete with 15 year olds getting hammered on wkd blue galore as his younger sister always has one on the same day. After a lengthy discussion between kay and i about what to have written on the cookie i suggested just writing down a bunch of swear words and seeing how many they would put on, kay then retorted with a similair but slightly less offensive option (of course, it was equally immature). I was pleased with the results: As always uni is kicking ass, living in a house is awesome. It's strange, despite having lived in a house my whole life it feels like i havent, halls were fun and all getting away from home and stuff, but this year i'm away from home and living in a house with friends. It's also nice to have a normal (and weirdly impressive) bathroom, and a living room and for it all to be far more clean than i've come to expect from uni accomodation. Conveniantly some friends by pure accident are living two doors down. The officiale rule is simply whenever i hear Harry blow his viking horn it means "jordan come over were having a bbq" or "jordan come over were going drinking", either way, can't lose. Harry and co are living at numbers 1 and 3, justine, sophie and i living at number 7, the guy at house number five is an elderly man named arthur who we have dubbed king arthur, i dont think he's aware. Outside of enjoying the numerous comforts of a home i've just been doing the usual barely worthy of an entire lj posting, meeting the rocksoc, getting drunk, headbanging/skanking/raving/full on pretentious indie dancing/getting into a curious number of pictures with a dude named solly. That was atleast untill one night i was tired of headbanging, so i left the metal room at the club we were at and went to just stand by the bar for a while in the indie room, no real goal, just something different. It was then that "Laura" came and struck up conversation with me, turns out we'd met before but neither of us could really remember when at all, and before i knew it i found my self stumbling into something that bore a worrying resemblance to a relationship. POW!!! picture... which one is laura, which one is solly? you decide. Also i have FINALLY managed to stumble across a bassist, a pretty awesome one too. Which now means i am officially in a band. i've been trying to put together a musical meeting of the minds forever, and now my lengthy wait is over which makes the Jordan deeply happy, the only issue now is what to call ourselves, for some of the random ideas that have been thrown around see the subject line. My housemate justine is back together with her boyfriend which means she is no longer permanently upset and sinnicle, halloween approaches making it excessive party time, AND i have the most crazy ass shoes you will ever stumble across, i love them. Untill next time kids, toodle pip. (Comment on this)
Friday, September 14th, 2007
12:18 am	Spider schwein... I figured if i didn't force my self to do this right now then i probably never would. Blogging is deffinately something i have been meaning to put more time into, but never actually do. It feel's like more of a chore than it should be but i know that in years to come if i dont "scribble" these meager words and more importantly, memories into something everlasting then i will regret it. Much in the same way i regret not blogging sooner about Wacken festival and then reading, i've doubtless forgotten many things i'd rather have remembered. But a person isn't to dwell on what has come and gone if there is no need for it, gather round boys and girls and let me tell you a tale of a grand summer where a boy spent around £1500 and found it totally worth it. After i destroyed my knee skating life was pretty simple, find a chair, sit in the chair, stay in the chair. This went on for about three days before i couldn't handle it anymore, i was getting really stir crazy i can't handle just sitting and watching tv for no reason, but there wasn't a lot i could do, worse still i was leaving for London in a matter of days. Said days went by and i slowly regained the ability to walk, literally the day before leaving for London i walked up and downstairs in what could almost be described as vague normality. It was worrying, i was about to go to germany for a proper metal festival, i could deffinately see it ending badly. The morning of...late July..ish, i dont really remember, i headed down to London to meet some girls who went to the Muse sing along, i'd been talking to them on msn and stuff since. They were cool and i figured id have to go through london anyway so why not! After getting on the wrong train and having to spend £60 on a new train ticket (my tickets there and back having previously cost me £12), two overly warm tube rides (the tube system was not designed for people with big bags) and a short and very confusing stroll i found my self in Hammersmith sitting at a pub with some Australians. Two i knew, three were complete strangers. The next 24 hours got interesting, i met about 15 Australians, non of whom really knew each other before they came to London, they just happened to bump into each other when there. Whats more is whenever one was going to the bar they would ALWAYS ask EVERYONE if they wanted a drink, it was sweet. I got pretty drunk two days running and only spent about £10. Was an immense couple of days chilling with them, however much to my excitement i soon found my self on a train out to a sleepy little town called horsham where Harry lives. It was a crucial thing as somehow i got into a bet with Harry that i can sleep with his sister before the end of university, there's £20 riding on this. Initial contact with her went well, the game is indeed afoot. Harry's dad later drove us (luke, harry, tom and i) up to stanstead airport getting there for around 9pm, we had a 6am flight so we were just spending the night there. Was kind of weird as i've never spent a night sitting around in an airport, we split into groups of two, harry and i went and wandered round whatever shops were open first, found an arcade, played air hockey for a long time, eventually returned to a slightly annoyed luke and tom. I love air hockey. and good grammer, it's late, im tired and i have a lot of writing to do to finish this, screw grammer. A short nap, numerous packets of skittles, several conversations with strangers, and a quick game of "throw the ball to each other across the entire airport" later we found ourselves on the plane over to germany having gained several people, namely harry's other friends from home, luke, tom and i being from uni. I was planning on just sleeping on the flight but i felt strangely awake, it could have been because ryan air hardly instills a great sense of well being in the passengers on it's paper airplanes, not sure. The flight was cool though, i spoke with "emily" (one of harry's friends) for a while which was interesting, before we knew it an hour had...flown...by and we were landing safe and sound on the continent. One 120 euro taxi ride later (throughout which the driver played "rock in rio", legend) we were at wacken and trapsing through some muddy fields untill we found a dry patch to set up our tents. The next few days present all the usual festival madness, drinking and lots of it, talking to random strangers, listening to bands, more drinking. The only difference is EVERYTHING was better (outside of the fact that for every 100m you'd walk in any direction, you WILL hear the phrase "spider schwein" yelled) than Leeds, or for that matter Reading which i at this stage in the story will be going to a few weeks later. The booze was insanely prolific, 5l kegs of quality beer for £7, this also presented manpoints opportunities as i proudly strode into the campsite wearing only big boots and combat trousers carrying a keg on my shoulder. I was working it. Dont even get me started on the beer garden, in plain view of the main stage, nice benches and tables with parasols overhead as it was shockingly hot. You could buy ice cold refreshing beer in half pints, pints or indeed litres. You could sit and enjoy the music, talk to friends, drink, what more could you want? There were two main stages so when one band finished the next one basically started on the other five or ten minutes later. They allowed crowd surfing, and whats more the European crowds know how to crowd surf. I wanted to be nearer the front one time, all i had to do was tap the guys shoulder in front of me, point up into the sky, he made a foot hold for me to stand in, i climbed up him and before i knew it was gently gliding at a strangely fast pace to the front. Once there i simply collapsed my self and found i was three rows back from the front. Oh and whilst at the front there wasn't even much of a crush at all (much like at the manowar show in stuttgart, must be a contintental, or possibly German thing). The complete strangers were all crazy Europeans outside of the occasional proud British citizen...and Irishman. We ended up making friends with these Irish dudes who were pretty awesome. One night Harry, Emily and i visited their camp, we were all pretty drunk and soon enough we were just hurling english vs irish insults back and forth. I can only remember mocking them when their fire finally burnt out and they had no wood to rekindle it, claiming in fact hearty English fire needs no wood, it burns only on zeal for queen and country. There weren't just tents either the greatest example were these guys who turned up with this massive ship, which they put a load of electric stuff around, flicked on a generator and had this insane set up complete with doorbell. At the very top of which was a platform where they just invited people to come up and play on the numerous instruments they had lying around. They also had a cannon. All day long decent music could be heard, one morning i was gently woken by the soft chords of november rain, overall a truly amazing experiance and i only hope other festivals on the continent can match it. I think they will, i'm deffinately going to check a few out. A few weeks later i went to Reading basically with people i'd met through doing the sing along. That sing along truly was the greatest single thing i've ever done, loads of people now know each other because of it, i have a whole bunch of new friends. Namely the girls i went to visit in London in paragraph three, i hope to go over to Australia to visit them next year and yell racial slurs. Reading was like Wacken, but less outstanding, no point going into it outside of the angry mob story, though they werent really an angry mob, a vaguely disenchanted mob at best. (Comment on this)
Monday, July 23rd, 2007
1:52 am	a moment... It was a cold room, inviting when you look in through the double glass pained doors that lead on from the hall. But upon entering the room jordan felt a deffinate chill all around him. He ignored this however, his knee was still giving him trouble and he was determined to sit in the comfortable chair with the nice ambient lighting and read his book. Collapsing into the chair he grabbed the tv remote and pressed in quick succession, CD, then 2. The light, forever beautifull poetry of one of chopins many piano works floated through the air to him from the large speakers placed in the four corners of the room, speakers which to this day still amused him in their general resemblance of darleks. He put the fire, rested his legs on pouffe and continued reading. Gripped by the story, however poorly written, it was still a thrilling story, he did not want to put it down. Though also, he realised a large part of his unwillingness to put it down was due to frustration at the book for providing very few answers, the plot seemingly forever caught in the same place, he knew if he just carried on he'd discover that which he so desires somewhere in these pages. Being only human though jordan is limited by humanity, and he realised he did in fact quite need the toilet, so thinking "when i get to the end of this chapter i'll take a break" he, fidgeting slightly in his chair pressed on in search of the beggining of chapter 21. He eventually flicked onto page 328 not realising he would be presented with "CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE" at the top of page 329. Relieved he read those last few lines: "well," said harry, glancing at hermione, who nodded encouragingle, "it's about that symbol you were wearing around your neck at bill and fleur's wedding, mr lovegood. We wondered what it meant" Xenophilius raised his eyebrows "are you referring to the sign of the deathly hallows?" It's 2am, and jordan was planning on going to bed at the end that perticular chapter, however much to his elation he has just like so many before him experianced a classic J K Rowling "Harry Potter moment" where secrets are obviously going to be revealed vaguely soon, excited, he reads on into the night..... (Comment on this)
Monday, July 16th, 2007
6:24 pm	the teachings of jordan so I've continued indulging that inner 15 year old lately, its been deeply fun. I really have missed it, standing ontop of a high ledge looking down generally trying to convince yourself to do something stupid. I'd say its a principle that everyone should apply to life right now, but then most of MCR's fanbase would be destroyed in an instant and nobody wants that....oh who am i kidding. More on life moto's later. I was out this afternoon just on the road coming into the estate, being the posh place this is we cant have normal speed bumps we have strangely elongated cobbled and deeply pretty ones. Impossible to skate over, fun to jump. So i grab my blades and off i go. I stand there for 10 minutes, i've never really tried anything that will require me to be skating quite this quickly to clear it before. I continue standing, staring, asking my self "whats the worst that could happen". I slowly skate up the hill, turn and before i give my self chance to think about it anymore i go straight for the bump. So i was talking to mcash for the first time in a good while last night which was pleasant as it was surprising when the simple but effective greeting of "hello jordan" popped up in my window. I'd actually been thinking about the bingham crowd a bit lately, mainly because i seem to keep bumping into atleast one of them on random wanderings around nottingham, regardless. It was a good thing he included the "jordan" or else i'd just have assumed he was aiming for someone else, though i'd still have struck up witty banter even if that was the case. Witty banter it certainly was, after a small bit of concocting a curious scheme we realised this scheme would be hilarious, or rather we already knew this scheme would be hilarious to us, it just occurred why it would be, that is "because they'd never see it coming". At which point i did indeed realise children, that that is a philosophy for life. If you EVER need a reason for doing something a bit strange, "why play a classical piano solo in the middle of a generally rock show jordan?", the answer is simple "that was hilarious, because they never saw it coming". Apply it to your life now kids! It's even MCR fan proof, we'd alllll see that coming. We then decided my first album shall be titled "they'd never see it coming" and shall feature a dance track called "check mate" where i tape two computers playing chess against each other and mix subsequent beeping noises into frenzied beat-esq madness. So i was careering down a bit of an incline at great velocity straight towards something i'd never attempted before, some trepedation gripped me but thats also part of the fun for these things, i reach the bump and flung my self into the air, floated for a few moments in slow motion and successfully landed on the other side, at great velocity, going straight towards a very busy main road. I flung my self at the nearby grass and proudly stood there for a few moments taking in my achievement. It truly was exhilerating, just more fun than you'd know, i mean skydiving is great but this is clearly so much more dangerous, ish. So naturally i decided to do it again, and again and again and again, good times. I went home, got something to eat, and then went back and did it again, and again, only this time i landed a bit badly and could feel my self going down (thinking "damn you skate boarders for being able to just bale out at this point"), and wow, i went down hard. I was gratefull for the wrist guards i was wearing and also greatfull i didn't hit my head on the concrete, it was my left knee i was more concerned with. I got out of the road and sat in the grass for a short while, the sun was slowly setting casting a warm glow on all the pretty countryside around me, it was quite warm and lying on the cool earth was pleasant as i now took the time to register the many scents of summer around me. There was a deep pinching feeling in my leg, i just had to burst out laughing though, im not sure what as its just what i seem to do when i injure my self badly, possibly at how daft i'd been, possibly at how i knew the moment this heals i'd be out doing the same thing again. When i landed im not sure what happened exactly my blades just went at strange angles and the next thing i knew my legs were having a lot of force on them trying to bend them in ways god never intended. I was going very fast, and went down very painfully, but somehow i havent broken, pulled or torn anything, genuinely shocking, i've decided im invincible, probably. (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Sunday, June 24th, 2007
9:06 pm	wistfulness... I'm on such a high right now for various reasons, which is a deeply odd way to start an entry entitled "wistfulness", however all will be made clearer in due course as i add a dash of melancholy to the latest in this jape of the decade. One of the reasons for general joy however is i am now in a band it seems. Well when i say that i really mean i have found a fellow who likes muse as much as i do and he's a great drummer, we booked a practice room in the union today, took my guitars and stuff down (conveniantly there are already drums and amps there) and had a "jam". It was amazing fun, i even learnt a few a things and my general riffage went down well too, twill only be a matter of time before were famous, guarenteed. I was especially amused by the wide eyed silence i was greeted with when i played something on the piano and informed him it was my own work. I only wish we'd gotten together months ago so we could have taken advantage of my recent temporary status as a z-list celebrity, an amusing story all its own and one i'll come too shortly. I feel as the university year ends i need to look back over it in a nostalgic way, much in the same manner an elderly fellow might whilst sitting in a rocking chair in front of the fire think back over the life he's enjoyed and realise there's not much point in living any more. I cant believe my first year is over, and all the interesting things have happened over the last few weeks. Well, i say that there have been lots of interesting things happening all year but the events of the last few weeks, especially last weekend are fresh in the mind and somewhat huge so they'll stick out a bit more i suppose. a good start would be my trip to Germany in April. It was absolutely amazing, my first time outside of this island too, i would say off but i've been off the island several times, usually a few thousand feet into the air falling rapidly towards it. The point of the Germany trip was to see Manowar who i thought were ok, but now i've seen them live i realise just how truly epic they are. Everyone reading this would hate it, but it was one of the greatest shows of my life. More amusingly still we arrived at the stadium about 5 minutes before the doors were meant to open and still managed to get to about the second or third row of people back from the barrier. My friend Charlie really wanted to come as she loves manowar but she couldn't afford it, conveniantly though they were filming a dvd of the show so im sure when that comes out she'll buy it. It will be hilarious though when she watches it and see's us there, a cruel reminder of the fact that we were there and what she missed out on. There were cameras in our faces so many times its impossible for us not to be on that dvd, im excited. Also whilst in Germany my friend Harry and i were sitting outside this bar/cafe type thing one fine evening enjoying a fine beer, i finished mine and placed it down onto the table somehow knocking it with the hand i'd just placed it down with so that it fell off the table. The next few moments i dont really recall, i just know that a second later much to the shock of a very wide eyed Harry i had a pint glass in my hand a few inches off the floor, Harry, still wide eyed could not see that i'd caught it but the crash he was clearly expecting never came causing him to repeat "did you catch it?!!!!" over and over again. Triumphantly i smiled and placed the glass down onto the table, grinning all the more and sitting back in my chair to bask for a few seconds in my own magnificence. When across the way, sitting about 5m or so from us i met eyes with a german fellow about my age who had clearly seen it happen, he laughed and gave me a "that was awesome" nod, i smiled and nodded back. I like it when that happens, you just connect with complete strangers for a few seconds over those few impressive moments which transpire in day to day life that the both of you might share. Germany over all was amazing fun, also all the bars and clubs have waiters which come and serve you, i was bit weirded out by not having to go to the bar to get a drink. As well as the roads, i dont know how many times we looked the english way when crossing a road, were about to step out when a car comes wizzing by from the other direction, i'll try to remember that for my upcoming return to Germany :S. Last weekend was surreal (15th, 16th and 17th of June). Muse played wembley stadium on the 16th and 17th and i of course went to both shows (goes without saying really). They were amazing, really genuinely amazing, i would review it in my own words however i think NME really does sum it up far better than i ever could and in far fewer words. They played nearly every song i wanted them to play over the course of the two days, the stage set up was brilliant and they even had acrobats floating round on balloons above the audience. It truly was an amazing show and i was on the front barrier for both. This was also taped doubtless for a DVD so its likely i'll be on that too. The most entertaining thing of all though was very much so the Fridays (15th) events, we had a mass muse singalong in trafalger square. It was incredible fun, a very stressfull 10 days of throwing it together but completely worth it. Standing on Nelsons Column dressed like Matt Bellamy and jumping around to Muse's finest works whilst singing along with 400 complete strangers. The best part of it was how we gave out posters as prizes for things to some people, and after the show most people were asking me and my two associates to sign them. Girls kept coming up to me and asking if they could have a picture with me, all weekend complete strangers would walk up to me and shake my hand telling me how great friday was and congratulating me. Some would give me presents such as a delightfull Muse button im wearing now (next to the vastly more delightfull "you looked better on myspace" button which i was sure to wear all weekend, poignant i thought. I had people asking me for my msn and number, i went to tesco to buy a couple bottles of water and a guy about to pay for things said "hey your Jordan right?! Dont worry mate i'll get these for you" and just paid for it, it was fricking awesome! The crowning part clearly being this: taken from NME page 8 of the issue that came out on 20/6/07....or 19/6/07 if your in london it seems well i say thats the crowning part, i lie, this is: http://board.muse.mu/showthread.php?t=44841 ahhhh the good times that i have indeed had. Sadly though my 15 minutes has very much so passed me by. I miss them dearly, luckily i passed through this period of life with general humility and as such am avoiding that post event depression which often hits people in these situations, desperate to cling to the popularity they once enjoyed as it slips through their fingers. I'm now part of a band, and a gang, not bad for one days work. I say gang, what i really mean is i regressed to the mental age of 15 and went skating at 11pm yesterday with some people. It was pretty entertaining though, about 8 of us just rolling down the street doing tricks off the curb and anything we might stumble across. It was shockingly teen cliche, i loved it!! We even went as far as climbing onto the roof of a building on campus to skate on it. The aptly named "wavy top" prooved an amazing place to go skating, it was so smooth and...perfect. A hidden treasure indeed, unfortunately security came and we all had to scramble, i've covered the teen cliche point im sure? Also Kay and i yesterday got unlimited cinema cards, not sure why, it felt like the right thing to do at the time. Now for the next year when were bored and looking for something to do it will be a cinema trip, as who doesnt like cinema trips?! All we have to do is watch 26 films over the next year and we will have our money back. Theres a good chance we'll watch that many over the summer....or the next month. Seriously though, Die Hard 4, Transformers, Indiana Jones 4, Shrek 3, POC 3, Tell No One...the list of things i want to see does go on for a while but they're the ones that immediately jump to mind. This Summer is going to be an impressive one, im not sure why. I probably say that at the start of every Summer but this one deffinately has more of an interesting feel to it. Wacken festival at the start of August is going to be incredible, Kay and i have made a lot of strange plans also. Its a bit sad that all my friends from uni have cleared off home now (and that blackout started playing as i started typing this part, check it out, then you'll understand), but hey we'll all be back next year for freshers week madness, you have on idea how much im looking forward to freshers week next year....actually some might understand all things considered. Looking back though its not like i came into this whole uni thing with a great deal of apprehension and that was deffinately a good call, there was literally nothing to worry about. It's like college but away from home which is always a good thing, and they dont seem to care how many lectures you go to as long as you pass at the end of the year. Meeting new people was great too, once i actually stumbled across the ones worth knowing which as it turned out wasn't a single person in my halls. Though living in a two person bungalow that was always a tricky one anyway. Indeed it has been a good year, one down, two to go! (Comment on this)
Saturday, March 10th, 2007
8:50 pm	a hitchikers guide to banality Hey kids! Right now im ok, though a bit dissapointed, as im quite full, but i want custard. Electric Six played at the union on thursday, twas surprisingly impressive though admitedly i did leave immediately after they finished playing gay bar. There was also a minor incident, but i'll add to this post when i can provide you with pictures. Boy have i just built that up, your going to be so dissapointed. Gay bar made it all worth it....girl. Last night was "damage" at rock city, for the masses reading this not in the know, its just a metal night at rock city dedicated to the finer side of music, i like to think. The Loughborough rocksoc allways gets a minibus together to go down, but I had to go home this weekend to grab my muse albums as im lending them to a friend who needs to experiance inspirational phonic art that is that devonish pair of eccentric and outlandish types...and dom (I also met some people who skate, and have taken it upon themselves to get me back into it, so im taking my board back to loughborough with me and regressing to the mental age of 15). Regardless, i went home which means i had to get the bus into nottingham to meet the rocksoc who minibussed in from loughborough. Twas a good night, i love walking into a room and having loud metal blasted at me, it seriously makes me feel so at home and calm. Plus the headbangings allways fun, though my younger sister has only just realised im a practitioner of such "dancing" and judged me harshly for it, then again, she listens to MCR, check mate. When 1:45AM came rolling round i went to catch my last bus of the night home at 2, unfortunately the 2am bus didnt exist and was in fact a 3am bus giving me an hour to fill. I decided instead of sitting around to start the 12 miles home on foot loudly singing to muse playing on my MP3 player, i was so happy i brought that with me. Eventually 3am came rolling around but i was about half way home (i was seriously shocked by how easy it became to hit the high notes after twenty minutes of singing, was awesome!), and i (possibly due to being slightly drunk) decided i didnt want to spend £4 on a 6 mile bus ride, so i just kept on walking, plus i was having loads of fun singing (though there was a worrying moment as i walked in the middle of no where, a completely unlit dark road, tree's to my right, an overgrown ditch, hedge, and rolling fields to my left. Then megalomania starts playing which involves the line "when i am gone, it wont be long before i stab you in the dark"). There was much merryment and dancing around with the occasional hop, skip and if the moment took me, jump, which is possibly why my hitchhiking plan didnt work. By the time i got home it was 4:30am and i was three songs short of listening to all four main albums. I wish my resolve were stronger to have listened to those songs, sadly i was about to collapse, so after launching a stone at my younger sisters window (seemed a good idea at time) to wake her so she could let me in, i went to bed. Going allllllll the way back to, a few weeks ago...ish. I was at the union on a friday night and some really really drunk girl came up to me saying "my friend likes you", which amused me, and i thought about politely sending her on her way, then i realised the person i was with was trying to get with some girl as it was so i might as well find someone else to hang around with untill he's done. They were amusing people, and we ended up sitting up untill 5am watching red dwarf which was deeply surreal. They've become new and interesting friends, one of whom has become my gay lover in an entirely straight way. We shared an unforgetable stroll through the rain hiding under an umbrella together (though most the umbrella was trying to protect the pizza we were carrying really). I love meeting new people, next year is going to be awesome as im freshers rep of the rocksoc now, its my job to get out there and find freshers who would be up for rocksoc fun. They will be easy to spot, they're the ones looking disgruntled in the corner amid a flurry of dance music and guys with short hair. Theres probably so much more to say but im going to go make custard, as i want it, later kids. (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Thursday, February 22nd, 2007
2:32 pm	Turns out you only have to travel 10^19M to meet yourself. Fact. hey kids! As allways its been a while, which is a shame as there have been many an amusing even transpiring as of late. Unfortunately i cant remember them all which in its self is testament as to why a person should LJ good and often. On the plus side i discovered when ever loughborough is spelt lufbra, its not because they think its hilarious and clever, its actually because the university wont let us use Loughborough for whatever legal reasons, dont know about you but thats a weight off my mind. Exams are over and its time to party on with the occasional spot of work on the side. But before that, lets get serious for a moment. On Tuesday night were the Rocksoc general elections to decide the new commitee for the coming year, being the power hungry young buck that i am i ran for vice chair, so did my chum Harry. Before the voting takes place each candidate must give a speach, i being the jolly nice fellow i am invited harry to go first, he graciously accepted, and thus the slandering began. Both our speaches wipping the crowds into a frenzy (of sorts) as we state the various reasons why it should in fact be us and not the other guy who should be vice chair for the coming year (i hear, harry was born a girl). Then some third guy who was running who didnt stand a chance gave a speech and nobody cared. It was now, when all was said and done, time for us three bold candidates to step out of the room and allow the "show of hands" voting process to begin. It was a tense thirty seconds for us three in the corridor, and after what felt an eternity we were invited back into the room, with Charlie, the by this stage ex-chair (as elections for the new chair had all ready taken place in the meeting) said "congratulations to.................(Scroll down) harry i wasnt impressed, regardless i graciously took my seat and allowed the meeting to continue. BUT WAIT!! Justine chirped up "i didn't vote", she was too busy taking notes about the proceedings and forgot to vote it seems, she voted for me, which brought it to a tie, much to my own amusement. Once again Harry and i were asked to leave the room and im not sure how they figured it out, but Harry won again...damn him. Though really its a good thing as later i ran for freshers rep which i won. Whilst i'd make a good vice chair, i know harry will too. But the general agreement amongst everyone is i'd make the best freshers rep what with my constantly getting into conversations with strangers. I cant remember if it was in my last post or not but a couple of weeks ago i started talking to these people at the union and before i knew it i got invited to some rave, though i'd need to buy a shell suit or flurescent clothing so i probably wont bother. Regardless my talents lay in making friends with people i dont know and thats basically what i'll need to do as a freshers rep, just talk to the newbies next year make sure they're opinions and idea's get heard as well as trying to go and find extra ones that might not otherwise join the rocksoc, im excited. How pleasant, as i type i find my self listening to coffee and tv. Some girl messaged me on myspace and when i looked at her profile she had the milk cartons from it as her background, i dont know if she was aware of the origins of the milk cartons as there was no general referance to blur or anything on her profile. So i decided to tell her, then go onto youtube and find the video, its still a good song. Which reminds me at "FND" last week (friday night disco, i.e. what the union does on a friday, upstairs your more alternative selections of music, downstairs dance in one room and more rnb/hip hop type things, needless to say i stayed upstairs really. Anyway they started playing some pulp songs, THEN, they played country house, THENNNNNN, they played live forever and loads of people wre singing along, it was great! This weekends going to be impressive, Friday is "assault" a general metal esq night around nottingham, not sure where exactly...i should find out. Then on Saturday Charlie invited me to go to the opera with her and some friends to see orfeo, though this is a plan we've thrown together just as a spur of the moment type thing really so were going to get dressed up, then go and see if they have any tickets going on the day like the cheapskates we are. If not then im pro going to rock city or something suits and all, would be outstanding. Though i really hope there will be tickets spare, im quite excited by this prospect, plus it sounds a good story, despite it all being in italian, i really should learn a langauge. I have a new room mate...and he's french. Since im going to paris on my own to see muse i've instructed him he's to teach me french and we'll slowly phase english out over the coming month. I'm all ready on the ball with vital phrases like (all phrases probably spelt wrong): tu et tres jollie - you are very pretty j'adore la fie - i love the girls baisse ta culottes, c’est moi qui pilot - drop your pants, i'm driving Yep, im set for getting laid in paris, ish. Anybody feel like going to paris with me? Tonight Wheatus are playing at the union, i dont know if i want to go really, i'll be headed down to the union but i might just stay upstairs where quality music shall be played all night. If i go see wheatus i will just spend all my time thinking "play the song!!" then when they do i'll leave. Its sort of like Muse supporting my chemical romance, i know a lot of people on facebook in america who have bought a ticket to one of those shows just to see muse, and plan on leaving when muse are done. Maybe thats why MCR dropped muse as their support? Either way im happy, Muse supporting MCR?! its like the beatles supporting....anyone, its just silly. Despite the rain im going to trundle off to the art block now. I drew Justine a picture the other day and she said i should go to the art block and paint it sometime, the other girl working on her desk with her saw it and thought "awww thats cute", then looked closer and decided it was disturbing apparently. My pictures arent disturbing...that much, ish. Tata kids! I'll see you soon, but you wont see me. (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Saturday, January 27th, 2007
12:59 pm	Hey kids!! I'd describe the last 24 hours as surreal, there was bongo madness with a hint of coconut and just a twist of waking up with two near complete strangers asleep in your room. Curious? i think so, but to go further back in time.... The last few weeks have been slightly stressfull what with exams looming making it a busy time for everyone....sorta. I love how people on some courses are crying over exams when the engineers have more exams than them, and bits of coureswork to do in between. I'm somewhat looking forward to post february 10thish when everything gets back to some vague state of normality. I won my first ever item on ebay, well, i say won, i "won it at auction" meaning i pay for it, but i agreed to pay more than everyone else, which means i won, apparently. Regardless it's sitting at home and since iv never bought anything from ebay before my mums rather curious whats in the random box from a guy in cornwall (its a water gun). On February 1st at just gone midnight e-mails are being sent out to everyone who signed up for the "assassins" game as to who they're targets are, its going to be curious. I also got my ticket to see muse in Paris, all i need is someone to go with. There's an entire facebook group dedicated to "people who are going to see muse at wembley arena", i want to get a hotel room and invite them all back to it for an after show party, though i think it would be a spot cramped, comedy is bound to ensue regardless. There's going to be a flashmob in london sometime in May apparently. Since Loughborough did its flashmobs uni's all overhave started organising them and one in London decided to have the worlds largest waterfight, so far 40,000 people have signed up, even if only half that number acutally come along its going to be one damn impressive waterfight, get excited! Finally to keep talking about the wonder that is facebook there's a group called "disney gave me unrealistic expectations about love"....enough said. (LOLZ) I was home last weekend and i decided to politely ask my dad if i could take one of his fender strats back to uni with me as its a completely new and itneresting playing experiance when compared to my gibson, much to my shock he agreed, then we had something which bared startling resemblance to a conversation. He told me about how he'd been thinking of a victorian saying a lot lately "the first generation earns it, the second generation enjoys it". I'd never really considered it before just how startlingly true such a sentiment is, considering all the guitar stuff he's given me and other things i truly am enjoying it. Whats more worrying is the end of the saying goes "the third generation loses it". One to keep in mind...if i have kids, seriously i think id enjoy having the disposable income more. Thursday night was the alternative night at the union the rocksoc has a metal room upstairs and then there's the general mainstream stuff downstairs. Throughout the night three people walked up to me and asked if i was jordan, to which each time i replied "yes....and who are you?". Two of them (henceforth referred to as "john and laura" i'd bumped into sometime last term and somehow they managed to rememeber who i am, it was amusing, we talked, we laughed, we got drunk went back to mine and John invited me to start playing something on the piano, he's a muse fan, so it only felt fitting i should play space dementia. Several problems: i) It was 3am and i hadnt bothered turning down the speaker the piano is played through ii) i was drunk, space dementia...drunk....its going to end badly My next door neighbour is on the same course as both of them and gave them an earfull in the morning, i think i will go and apologise to her after i have written this. Laura's alarm went off and 8 and she sat up suddenly remembering she had a friend round who was probably asleep in her room, so they went wandering off home (walking for 20 minutes in the wrong direction untill eventually asking some school children for directions to the university, they had never visited the holt before). John left his jumper at mine so i felt the polite thing to do that evening was to return it. Over the course of the next few hours we sat and watched Peep show, then hung around in a corridor for a while, then one of his friends came back and we started playing a weird Donkey Kong bongo game on his gamecube, it was outstanding! It was like a dance mat, but so much better, seriously, try it. Now. Good. Tonight is my first ever Saturday night trip to Rock City, and my first ever trip to "Chutneys" :S. Charlie (chair of the rocksoc) is having a birthday celebration and loves her indian quizine. Events for YOUR calender: March 30th; Jordan goes to Germany (Rhapsody and Manowar, i wanted to take a trip to Spain with the skydivers but it overlapped with this date and i booked this first) June 16th; Jordan goes to London (MUSE :D:D:D) June 23rd; Jordan goes to Paris (MUSE...AGAIN :D:D:D:D) August 3rd; Jordan goes to Germany again (Wacken festival) August 21st; Jordan turns 20 (WTF?! OMFG) Harry keeps suggesting a trip to Prague, apparently its like Amsterdam but...better. Once im vice-chair of the rocksoc after these upcoming elections (as im sure to win i feel) i want to push for a rocksoc trip to Brussels, they have an impressive metal scene. £20 return flight, sleep on the plain, stay there getting drunk for 12-24 hours, come back, east midlands airport is conveniantly placed about 20 minutes from here so we can minibus it between us. I have a dream people. P.S. i went told some friends in another hall i'd come find them after i go to tesco, they said bring a watermelon, but i had a lot of shopping to carry, and, watermelons are big and heavy, so instead i got them a coconut. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=09_ikKIsQis&feature=RecentlyWatched&page=1&t=t&f=b (Comment on this)
Saturday, January 6th, 2007
12:27 am	Hey kids! The Christmas holidays are drawing to a close and to be honest im rather pleased. Its been so much fun! But i am looking forward to getting back to uni, my school friends just dont know how to headbang. Looking forward to seeing all my uni chums and what not to, Tuesdays at the gallery, Thursdays at the union, Fridays at "echo's", catching up on work at the weekend :S. Greg and i recently had a discussion about whether or not rape should someday be made into an olympic sport, and if it were, how would it be run? Would all contestant for sake of fairness be given the same target? Should the target know of her impending fate? Surely not as that would defeat the object on some level im sure. Then Greg asked how it would be judged, at which point i replied on "Style, control, damage and aggression". Which caused nearby males to chuckle, but non of the girls got the joke, either because we were discussing a severely perverse topic, or they never watched robot wars. Which one? You decide. I was taking a trip to Scotland which sadly hasnt materialised as i've realised i just plain have too much work to do for end of January exams, and also the weather has been stunningly abismal. Apart from the occasional day of sunshine (when it was forcast for bloody mist!!) there hasnt really been an obvious period of atleast half decent weather which would have allowed me to take my trip to langar. Dissapointing, i'll jsut have to do it over the Summer clearly! New years was interesting more than anything. For those of you with facebook hop to that and check out the pictures, for those without, i will update my picassa web album just as soon as im back at uni (the 15th), there are some...interesting ones. It was a party at dans! As usual, tradition by now i think. I arrived to be met by a party in 1/4 swing, i got there a little early because my mum was heading into town too so she offered me a lift but she was going in a bit earlier than i wanted, but oh well. We sat around, drank a lot, generally had an amusing time, greg turned gay, temporarily, or so we think. At midnight we all ran out onto the street and in a circle performed Auld Lang Syne for the street over and over and over, apart from nobody knew the words, and we were drunk, so it probably sounded roughly the same, but not quite, and "duh's" instead of actually words. At 1:30 dan was thoroughly hammered, found something slightly broken, went insane and kicked everyone out. So off Al and i trotted back to his, but we got a bit sidetracked. We stumbled across a fellow "kris with a k" who was looking for a party, but he couldnt find the right house, sadly we didnt know where it was either. So happy new years all around hugs kisses ass gropes and the occasional crotch pat etc and off we went on our merry seperate ways. Untill Al and i stumbled on the house not 15 paces later, we ran back, grabbed "kris with a k" and walked him to it, then i decided to invite us in. It was much fun! Whilst i must learn to stop talking to strangers, it seems to be taking me to numerous more interesting places in life. We hung around for an hour and a half or so untill the owner of the house finally realised nobody knew us, or, got annoyed with us, either way he walked up to me and said "so is it ok if you and your mate go now?". Seriously the man was huge, and bald, and i suspected was carrying a hunting knife, so we obliged. Plus, it was his house, so fair enough. Al and i trotted back to his and i made several early morning phonecalls because i sort of felt like it. It's been great seeing all my old school friends, though dan is off tomorrow, and a couple others pretty soon, i was hoping for another saturday or two at the rescue rooms, mainly as i discovered i now know so many people there...somehow :S. But it looks like its not to be, hope your Christmas holidays were as truly outstanding as mine, but it probably wasnt. Time for bed, night kids! Current Mood: accomplished Current Music: Rachmaninov concerto #3 Allegro Ma Non Tanto (Comment on this)
Friday, December 15th, 2006
7:27 pm	Hey kids! How wierd the entire format of this LJ screen has changed. But yes, as allways its been quite the couple of weeks. Are we well? I know i am, everyone's going home today. I'm staying overnight, going to town tomorrow to hang with my old school chums, a night out etc. Then Sunday we are going to als for some footballing action. Summeresq fun in a Wintery sort of way. The last few weeks have been a spot crazy as allways, so much work to get done and stuff but its all over now. It was rather amusing seeing so many people running back and forth getting bits together to hand in by 4 on the dot. Have to admit at 3:50pm today when i was just getting to a point where i could print things off, i was feeling worried. I went to visit Greg in Brum the other week which resulted in this picture: Just like D of E, but more drunk, and 4am. We discussed all the big things in life including why we didnt like chans new crush, which then led right onto the realisation that when you walk into somewhere such as "the works" in birmingham and you look at the men in the room, its very hard not to immediately assume all of them are bastards, which led onto something, i cant remember what, but that led onto why we dont rape people at will as most poeple could probably get away with it really. Tuesday brought a magical event, namely the rocksoc christmas dinner. We went to this place we normally gather in on Tuesdays anyway for christmas dinnering, followed by drinking, followed by kareoke :S (there's not normally kareoke, but when drunk it did proove rather fun). I wish i could show you all the tape of the rocksoc singing bat out of hell together, it just might change your life. We also sang bohemian rhapsody, which was darn entertaining when the waynes world esq headbanging to the guitar riff near the end kicked in. For some reason the link to it decided not to work anymore, luckily the link to this works: http://lufbraflashmob.bravehost.com/ As seen on central news, twice. Last night the rocksoc went out again, this time to this place called echos, picture rock city just...in Loughborough and slightly more diverse. Twas much fun, then it closed at 2am and we all had to pile out. So this guy called Nick just invited everyone over to his to keep the party going. He had two girls from Germany staying with him who made for rather amusing conversations throughout nthe night, and also taught me "zauber" (probably spelt wrong), apparently it means awesome. Also i learnt schwarte, and lachtenren, both also probably spelt wrong, i forget what they mean to. Come 6am i was tucked away in my bed, fully aware id stayed out too late and had things to be on with when i woke up on a very tight time frame, but i didnt really care. It was the last day and the coming weeks should prove amusing, especially if the wind drops. (Comment on this)
Wednesday, November 29th, 2006
10:33 am	Hey kids!! Ages ago on the Loughborough uni myspace group someone as a joke coined the idea of getting a bunch of people together, to perform a "flashmob". For those of you wondering what a "flashmob" is go here http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Flashmob (Seriously i needn't have bought my text books all the information i need is on wikipedia). So someone else took this joke and thought "thats a great idea!" starting their own "lufbra (i hate the spelling) flashmob" group on facebook, which a month into its existence took on about 40 members. Recently the creators of the group decided to start advertising it online a bit in a messaging people in the group to "invite your friends and lets do this!" kinda way. The number of people in the group (as recorded on the group profile by the group owners thus arose to: 200! Lufbra Flashmob Members from 6.00pm 27/11/06 500! Lufbra Flashmob Members from 11.00pm 27/11/06 1000!!! Lufbra Flashmob Members from 11.30am 28/11/06 1500! Lufbra Flashmob Members from 6.30pm 28/11/06 1600! Lufbra Flashmob Members from 8.30pm 28/11/06 1700! Lufbra Flashmob Members from 10.30pm 28/11/06 Right now it stands at 1790, this is going to be a chuckle worthy event. They seem really quite serious to pull this off and i hope they do. Ideas put forward for the flashmob have been: Top Suggestions So far: -Pillow Fight -Worship of the Sock Man -Frozen Pea Fight -Giant Congo Line I'm not sure what exactly the sockman is yet, but i'll find out. What a spiffing weez. (4 Comments |Comment on this)
12:08 am	Hey kids?! So its been a pretty entertaining few days overall. I got a call from Greg on Thursday night and he was all "MATE!!! HUUUUUUGE PARTY IN BIRMINGHAM COME ON DOWN!!", i was quite excited about going to the weekly rock night at the union, but then i thought...meh, i have seen greg in a while and a trip to birmingham might be fun. So i immediately dropped the masses of work i had piled up in front of me and took a slightly (only slightly) impulsive trip to Brum. Twas a lady by the name of Heather's birthday, she was quite entertaining much like all of her uni friends, and one guy called James who is now my facebook (like myspace but better) chum. I also saw my good friend Chan (who is Gregs friend also and goes to Birmingham...also) which was much fun. We went to oceana, which would have been pretty terrible, but i drunk half a bottle of JD before going out (there was a hall party to start the night) so it wasnt too bad. Heather got off her little face, and had to be ejected from the building, not literally, though that would have amused, a lot. Greg went in tow to make sure she was well and left me to look after Chan, which i think shows the trust. Or rather, made everyone else realise "the trust" as Greg allllllways looks after Chan. It was a big mission i tell you, if anything were to happen to her it would be on my head and i'd feel bad, then i'd feel worse when Greg was through with me (Greg and Chan have been friends for a loooooooooooong time), luckily at the end of the night we managed to drunkenly stumble home safe and sound, turned out we hadn't actually got enough money to get a taxi the full way back, so he just kicked us out then sent us the wrong way when we asked him for directions. I got changed into DPM's ( a) because they're awesome, and b) because i went paintballing today, so they were my only change of clothes, the one's i was wearing smelt a bit smokey and danced in) and my new Muse t-shirt. Much fun! wonderfull to see Greg again, we had a manly hug at the train station when i left the next morning, looking forward to Dans new year bash when the group will recollect to discuss the terms passings (and dance with Michael...and his shoulders). Friday had little special to it, i just came home, got some work done, oh wait i lie!! I saw Sophie in the broadway for a while. I was going to go home, but then i went to said broadway to get something to eat and just relax with my overly large book on thermo fluids untill she inevitably turned up. Was pleasant. I like Sophie's friends, they entertain me, and it turns out Sophie's mum wants to do me (well she referred to me as a "dish", im just jumping to conclusions about the exact meaning of the term). Saturday though was an impressive day which consisted of paintballing with the rocksoc/musoc. I currently have an arm son by the name of Bartholomew Cleetus the second. I've missed paintballing, especially winning at paintballing. Because everyone in the rocksoc/musoc at some point played unreal tournament (and most of us still do) there were numerous yells of "MONSTER KILL" along with the occasional "epic death". I would regail you all with stories of my numerous paintballing adventures, but that would make this entry far too long (as its allready getting) and also you dont care. These next few weeks are going to hurt in a soul destroying kinda way. I have a mass of work to do for drawing, a mini project to hand in, i spent three hours working on the same question yesterday (luckily nobody could answer it in the entire year it seems), amidst all this and numerous other things i have got exams in january and apparently when i reach next year im going to look back and laugh at how easy this all is in comparison to the work then :S. This weekend has been a lot of fun, but i should have stayed in and got the work done. I'v learnt my lesson, you stay classy world p.s. Happy birthday to Brooke, 18's a good one, 19 isnt, i'm excited about 21. (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Monday, November 13th, 2006
12:15 am	Chuck Norris doesnt wear a watch, he decides the time Hey kids!! Once again iv been laggin in the post updatidge, what can i say? Falling out the sky takes it out of you. The past couple of weeks have hearalded many an entertaining event. The highlight of which would very probably be the skydiving (which i finally got round too). For those that are still unaware, i joined LUST (formerly loughborough university skydiving team, turns out we couldnt use that for some reason, so now its langar univirsity skydiving team, as we skydiving at Langar airfield, makes sense, no?) which will in around 20-25 jumps time make me a fully qualified sky diver. We had to do this training weekend which actually just involved training for eight hours last saturday generally with the goal of knowing how not to die when sky diving. However necessary, it was rather dull. Then on Sunday we had a jump planned (assuming the weather was good). Unfortunately it looked terrible so a bunch of us decided to take a gamble and come on back (i had a mass of work to do!!) hoping to wake up good and early to find it tipping it down, and as such, be satisfied that we had made the right decision. Sunday morning came, i woke up, immediately jumping to the window, much to my dismay there were clear sky's all around. luckily several miles away at Langar the conditions werent good though, and within an hour or two it was overcast and windy in Loobaroo, so i was satisfied. It's now a while later and things keep getting in my way, I went to the hairdressers for a trim yesterday which turned out to be a relatively large change of style, my neck feels odly breezy right now. It's just shorter and ever so very slightly more swept than im used to. Since iv come to uni i'v been exposed to a bright an interesting world. It's like everyone knows that if your at this university you kick ass in some way (6th in the country, overall, the engineering department alone is number 2 (behind cambridge) for most hirable graduates and if you want to be on the first team for any sport you'd better be national at it or you havnt a chance), but nobody cares. We all just get along neatly in this curious community thats developed as a result of the massive student village on campus. Also turns out Loughborough uni made the world cup football, and a golf ball that your not aloud to use as its so aerodynamically perfect that it just goes for miles (not literally, that would be stupid). Engineering is rediculous. A couple of weeks ago i finally came to the decision to stop burning the candle at both ends, deffinately a good call. Engineering Mechanics is coming along nicely, Maths i got 100% in the last test (one of which we have every two weeks now), but everyone on the course is struggling with fluid dynamics, there's some crazy stuff going on in that. I also have to learn to draw, and get to grips with the basics of a chemistry degree (in terms of the structures of molecules). Turns out becoming an engineer involves a lot of hidden work they didnt tell you about, but it will all be worth it in a few years time (i hope). Playing with the machines is fun, turns out welding is a lot trickier than it looks. But these things just slice through steel so well its incredible, and have an accuracy of 1/100th the width of a human hair. Just program the drill to attack something and it does it so perfectly and quick its incredible. Word is next semester they let us play with the lazers (no really). One of the main problems though is deffinately the distractions, Wednesday nights there's allways a massive foam party at the union, Thursdays is "alternative night" which is amazing and im sure to go to every week (apart from last week where i worked, and this week where i went to the fair, then went home to work). A couple of weeks ago they played stockholm syndrome and somehow all the muse fans just congregated in the same place and sang along in their own....special way, it might have been the 9 shots of sambuca id previously had, but there was quite simply amazing. Speaking of, Matt (my muse buddy)www.myspace.com/psychometaldrummer and i have decided Loobaroo is clearly in need of a Muse soc (Muse society). The goal of said society would be (amongst other things) to form muse cover bands and start search and identify through trial and error the msn addresses of the members of muse? All we need now is to figure out how to start a society. The rock society are awesome. In fact i might be moving in with a new good chum of mine "Justine" next year (she's the vice chair of said rock society). They meet and run the metal room (picture room entirely made of metal where metal enthusiasts can meet and talk about metal, my favourite is steel of low carbon content) of the alternative night which is one of the main reasons im usually out on a Thursday. They also meet on tuesdays at this bar in loughborough called the gallery which i go to every now and again. I dont usually go to the foam party anymore, its fun, but far too much dance music, in fact nowadays i only go out on Thursdays and generally clear off to Elvyn (a hall) and hang with the people in there if im ever looking for something to do. The party never stops at Elvyn, if i go there i have to accept im probably going to get two hours of sleep, so trips to elvyn are becoming less frequent. The rocksoc also recently went to altern towers which was good fun! It was open untill 9 for fireworks and things, rides in the dark are so much more fun than in the day. Monday is an open mic night, just take your guitar and play away, never been on a tuesday, friday is "friday night disco" which continually has a uniquely crap special guest. Who remembers screech from saved by the bell? He was last time, couple weeks ago were the FHM high street honeys, gave both trips a miss. Rocksoc and musoc are taking a trip to The skydiving team are curious individuals each and every one. I was out with the skydivers a few weeks ago at the union and we bumped into the cycling team who were also out. Somehow a downing contest was started, their chair just challenged one of our members (a rather small blonde girl) to downing a pint. Well you cant say no to these things can you? Sadly the chair of the cycling team was a big northern guy, he should know how to drink. We werent feeling confident, and yet somehow she kicked his ass. Well of course the cycling team werent going to take this were they, so they challenged us again, one our guys against one of their girls. I'd never downed a pint before, but since iv arrived here i think my exposure to it taking place has icnreased 3000 fold (or so). As such all ready a spot tipsy (wasted) at the time i felt it was time i stood up and earned some manpoints (by beating a girl at a downing contest). It was a tense moment, experiance was on her side but i had grit, determination, and generally blurry vision, "GO!!" was sounded and chearing commenced, somehow, in a matter of seconds i had mine finished whilst she was just half way through. There was clapping and cheering and many a hi-5 (with the occasional ass slap). Possibly my finest hour, the cyclists, thoroughly beaten, slinked away into the foggy mist of room one. This weekend wasnt bad. On Friday my group handed in our poster (for which we get no marks or credit or anything, and yet it was still compulsory). The poster was about "what an engineer needs to know", i got "maths". When writing a list of what should be on the poster, we actually wrote "shit hot at maths" as the title for that one, i wanted to use that title, but the group felt it best not too. My original entry read: An engineer must have a mathematical ability vastly superior to even the sharpest of sudoku contenders. Maths represents the deepest understanding of concepts, absolute knowledge. If you can explain something mathematically then you know exactly what its doing and, what will probably happen to it if you act on it in a certain way. To be a competent mathematician is to be a god amongst insects (or possibly small vertebrates). It does indeed govern the world around us, without it we’d have no nuclear weaponry, or pizzerias. The deep sea’s would remain unexplored, Keanu reeves would remain unknown, and paedophiles would find their jobs a lot harder. A mechanical engineer is a mathematician and a dream weaver. He must take the teachings imparted unto him and use them for good (or evil) in the world in order to find solutions to the greatest of problems plaguing man weather it be the Yang-Mills theory and the Mass Gap hypothesis ($1,000,000 has been offered to whom ever should give a solution to that one) or simply trying to construct a better engine for your rocket car than the soon to be previous owners of the land speed record. Maths rules us all and we must obey, a mechanical engineer must understand this, and then understand how to manipulate it in order to achieve all of the above goals, and more. But the group once again had to sensor me. Clearly im just too ahead of my time. Too out there on the edge, they cant handle it. That night i went to Rock City with some of the rocksoc again, they were doing "damage" the monthly metal night there. Which was an up untill 5am evening, well actually it was 4:30, it would have been 5, then i realised i was just sitting watching the OC so went to bed. I put pictures of the trip on my online album a link to which is at the bottom, check it out. There were quite a few chuck norris jokes thrown about that evening, my personal favourites were: 1) "Chuck Norris is the only human being ever to beat a wall at a game of tennis" 2) "Chuck Norris doesnt go hunting. Hunting implies failure. Chuck Norris goes killing" 3) "Chuck Norris doesn't read books. He stares them down until he gets the information he wants" 4) "Chuck Norris does not sleep. He waits" 5) "Chuck Norris counted to infinity - twice" Saturday brought a 12pm rise, a run, some work, a trip to view some places with justine and this other girl ellie. Ellie is going to be the third member of our little house it seems, luckily she's cool so i dont mind. Plus she plays bass so she wont mind loud guitaring, one place we saw was pretty impressive. It had a terrace (overlooking sainsburies and its carpark, allllll right. It was very nice and what not the only problem with it is one of the rooms was genuinely small and unimpressive so were not sure about that one in a "who would want to be stuck with that one" sort of way. Saturday brought a 12pm awakening, a run, some work, then it was jens birthday, so we went out and got wasted, good times. That was another 5am, i ended up sitting around with nat watching zoolander whilst everyone else went to sleep. We'd been saying "there must be more to life than being really, really, really rediculously goodlooking *pout*" all evening, we had to really. Luckily Nat had some cherry lambrini lying around, and 21 bottles of strongbow, so we decided to drink every time Ben Stiller pouts, it soon became apparent we'd need more alcohol. Tonight wasn't bad, just hung round with anna mark-jean and Al. They were telling me about how they'd spent their Friday night renting a dvd and sitting in, the dvd being a documentary about a man who having won $1100, decided to use it to get a date with drew barrymore. In the end it actually worked!! More through chance than anything, but it gives me idea's, mark is quite into his chick flicks though he doesnt like to admit it it seems. Quote of the evening deffinately goes to him with: Me: along came polly? Im sure iv seen that whats it about Anna instead of trying to explain and remind me of it just took the simpler option of grabbing the DVD case, but failing to find it. Anna: where is it? Mark: oh, its in my room. In non university related news, my parents are no longer getting divorced, only seperating (turns out God isn't happy with papa bear and came down on him quite heavily, i dont expect you to take that as fact, thats just why they arent divorcing anymore). Were going to buy another house on the estate for mother bear to live. Lydia and Miriam are going to live with mother, but im quite torn. On the one hand my dad will have the guitaring equipment but my mum will be taking the piano. Maybe i could use this as an excuse to get my dad to buy that steinway *ponders*. Muse in a matter of days!! SOOOOOOOO EXCITED, so's matt, understandably, haha he's in seated. I'm going to be up good and early on friday to get the que started, i suspect it will be quite the trip. Martin, Freya and Jordan going to MUSE, im to tired right now to come up with something sarcastic to say, so i'll just leave a blank space for you to do that . Check out the good times and wish you were me, or just check it out, or do neither, im good either way. www.picasaweb.google.com/thatguyoveryonder, untill next time have fun kids, and stay safe, tree's are a very real danger. oh and go here http://www.albinoblacksheep.com/flash/showdown#start (2 Comments |Comment on this)