Hey All,
In a fit of pique I cleaned the windows of the kitchen, which were pretty damn filthy.
Because the windows were covered in some kind of greasy dirt stuff (from my steak frying indoors and the funky East London Air outdoors) I found that using dishwashing detergent was more effectively than actual window cleaning stuff. I used a cheap squeegee that I had picked upfrom Tescos to minimise the streaking, and tomorrow I might use some kind of Methylated Spririts to wipe the remnant streaking off the glass.
Haven't seen any more snow yet. *pine*
Elea is probably hip deep in the stuff in Brooklyn. Maybe I'll get her to post some of it over.
Last night I did wind up going to see Norma Jean (noisecore band out of Altanta, Georgia). I enjoyed the show, even though somehow it lacked that certain something to take it over the top (getting hit in the kidneys was a drag as well). As the room cleared I unexpectedly ran into Uncle Phil, the Road Manager/Responsible Adult for The Scare. He was over here to sort out logistics for the boys when they return here in a month or so to play some shows. While talking to Phil I also got talking to some of his friends, some of whom I'd met before, who are involved in media and stuff over here.
Cool. More contacts.
Other than that, I'm still trying to find a happy sing-a-long between the demons inside me, to steal a phrase from the artist Brom. Why is it that some are driven by their demons, but others feel dragged down?
Why does my body always seem determined to betray me, making me sick when I least need it?
Why, when I was so obviously miserable (frequently to the point of being suicidal), could no-one find a way to help me at a school that cost over $4000 a year?
And where the fuck is the TV Remote?
Enough self pity. I'm going to make a list of the stuff that I need to do tomorrow and go to bed.
I'll feel better in the morning.
Over and out.
-J
Because the windows were covered in some kind of greasy dirt stuff (from my steak frying indoors and the funky East London Air outdoors) I found that using dishwashing detergent was more effectively than actual window cleaning stuff. I used a cheap squeegee that I had picked upfrom Tescos to minimise the streaking, and tomorrow I might use some kind of Methylated Spririts to wipe the remnant streaking off the glass.
Haven't seen any more snow yet. *pine*
Elea is probably hip deep in the stuff in Brooklyn. Maybe I'll get her to post some of it over.
Last night I did wind up going to see Norma Jean (noisecore band out of Altanta, Georgia). I enjoyed the show, even though somehow it lacked that certain something to take it over the top (getting hit in the kidneys was a drag as well). As the room cleared I unexpectedly ran into Uncle Phil, the Road Manager/Responsible Adult for The Scare. He was over here to sort out logistics for the boys when they return here in a month or so to play some shows. While talking to Phil I also got talking to some of his friends, some of whom I'd met before, who are involved in media and stuff over here.
Cool. More contacts.
Other than that, I'm still trying to find a happy sing-a-long between the demons inside me, to steal a phrase from the artist Brom. Why is it that some are driven by their demons, but others feel dragged down?
Why does my body always seem determined to betray me, making me sick when I least need it?
Why, when I was so obviously miserable (frequently to the point of being suicidal), could no-one find a way to help me at a school that cost over $4000 a year?
And where the fuck is the TV Remote?
Enough self pity. I'm going to make a list of the stuff that I need to do tomorrow and go to bed.
I'll feel better in the morning.
Over and out.
-J
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