Damn these jeans are tight!
Hey all,
I am currently sitting in another net cafe (the one closest to my house closed before I could make it there because I was watching a show called 'Buildings that Shaped Britain' or some such. That's okay, I only wanted to come down here to quickly blog, check my mail (bugger all messages on hotmail, none on myspace, check other account in a seond... this machine runs slow for a new shop).
And I finally got around to road-testing the Cheap Monday jeans that I bought. And Goddamn are they tight. I'm-afraid-to-bend-my-legs tight. They make my legs look pretty damn skinny besides. Guess it's more skipping for me.
Still, they will look pretty boss with the 24 hole docs that I had Mum and Dad bring over (looking cool will be the main thing, since I think that between heavy boots and skintight jeans I can't imagine my usual frenetic dancing).
Enough about my questionable fashion choices. Today I made good on my threat to viciously clean up my room. I would say that the Re-Organising and cleaning up project is now almost complete. I have even gone a long way to cleaning up the corner of the living room where a whole lot of my magazines were languishing.
And I read a whole lot more of Golden Fool. The other day when I went in to the Stratford Library to cancel my request for the copy they had found, I found out that since my request, someone else had put in a request, so I figured that they would be happy (sorry if the occaisional typo is coming through, but I am typing quickly and there is a pretty girl leaning over the counter at the far end of the room... she looks East European (and she is pretty lean, which is a strong indication that she isn't from around here).
Anyways, today I cleared up all the magazines, flyers and random paper crap that has been lying around my room since I don't know when (I discovered, for instance, that I have had my iPod for just over a year now).
Damn that girl is pretty.
Where was I?
Oh yes: I put all the random pieces of paper in the file box, all my flyers in a plastic bag (I may yet buy a scrap book or something to put the better ones, design wise, in) and put all the books or magazines I saw on my bookshelf or into one of the magazine folders that now line the back of my desk.
My soundtrack while I was doing some of this was the Nihil album by KMFDM (I figured that Juke Joint Jezebel, with its huge gospel inspired chorus, would be good for cleaning up).
Once I was sure that a semblance of order had been imposed on my spacially anarchic living space, I pulled the vacuum cleaner out of the closet and ran it over the newly exposed carpet. Of course, most of the dust was on my desk, since moving magazine and books which have been allowed to sit for months at a time releases stupid amounts of dust everywhere.
Still, it is all looking much better.
Last night: as I said, electro Rose of Texas had twisted my arm (which didn't need much twisting) to see her spin discs at a club in Soho.
Once I got there I watched one curious electro-rock band, followed by her dj set, where she did some nice cross-fading (not usually the kind of thing you expect from Goth Djs).
Anyways, while I was there I spotted my friend Alice (she who makes electro/ambient tracks on her PC in her bedsit in Camden) and chatted to her for a little bit, swapping notes over software etc and poking fun at the Norweigian Synthpop band that hit the stage.
Despite delays that were stil cascading after the cause at 5PM (someone had run onto the track at rush hour, putting everything out of whack) I eventually made it home.
I had better go.
Over and out.
J
I am currently sitting in another net cafe (the one closest to my house closed before I could make it there because I was watching a show called 'Buildings that Shaped Britain' or some such. That's okay, I only wanted to come down here to quickly blog, check my mail (bugger all messages on hotmail, none on myspace, check other account in a seond... this machine runs slow for a new shop).
And I finally got around to road-testing the Cheap Monday jeans that I bought. And Goddamn are they tight. I'm-afraid-to-bend-my-legs tight. They make my legs look pretty damn skinny besides. Guess it's more skipping for me.
Still, they will look pretty boss with the 24 hole docs that I had Mum and Dad bring over (looking cool will be the main thing, since I think that between heavy boots and skintight jeans I can't imagine my usual frenetic dancing).
Enough about my questionable fashion choices. Today I made good on my threat to viciously clean up my room. I would say that the Re-Organising and cleaning up project is now almost complete. I have even gone a long way to cleaning up the corner of the living room where a whole lot of my magazines were languishing.
And I read a whole lot more of Golden Fool. The other day when I went in to the Stratford Library to cancel my request for the copy they had found, I found out that since my request, someone else had put in a request, so I figured that they would be happy (sorry if the occaisional typo is coming through, but I am typing quickly and there is a pretty girl leaning over the counter at the far end of the room... she looks East European (and she is pretty lean, which is a strong indication that she isn't from around here).
Anyways, today I cleared up all the magazines, flyers and random paper crap that has been lying around my room since I don't know when (I discovered, for instance, that I have had my iPod for just over a year now).
Damn that girl is pretty.
Where was I?
Oh yes: I put all the random pieces of paper in the file box, all my flyers in a plastic bag (I may yet buy a scrap book or something to put the better ones, design wise, in) and put all the books or magazines I saw on my bookshelf or into one of the magazine folders that now line the back of my desk.
My soundtrack while I was doing some of this was the Nihil album by KMFDM (I figured that Juke Joint Jezebel, with its huge gospel inspired chorus, would be good for cleaning up).
Once I was sure that a semblance of order had been imposed on my spacially anarchic living space, I pulled the vacuum cleaner out of the closet and ran it over the newly exposed carpet. Of course, most of the dust was on my desk, since moving magazine and books which have been allowed to sit for months at a time releases stupid amounts of dust everywhere.
Still, it is all looking much better.
Last night: as I said, electro Rose of Texas had twisted my arm (which didn't need much twisting) to see her spin discs at a club in Soho.
Once I got there I watched one curious electro-rock band, followed by her dj set, where she did some nice cross-fading (not usually the kind of thing you expect from Goth Djs).
Anyways, while I was there I spotted my friend Alice (she who makes electro/ambient tracks on her PC in her bedsit in Camden) and chatted to her for a little bit, swapping notes over software etc and poking fun at the Norweigian Synthpop band that hit the stage.
Despite delays that were stil cascading after the cause at 5PM (someone had run onto the track at rush hour, putting everything out of whack) I eventually made it home.
I had better go.
Over and out.
J
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