Location: Home - Kilburn
Feeling: narky and misanthropic
It all began this morning when I got woken up by the upstairs neighbour yelling. Around 8am. Probably at my flatmate. As most know, I am not at my best in the morning. I don't like to be woken up. In particular, I don't like to be woken up for no reason by other people because they feel it is within their right to make noise. (The noisy evil bully-prone heffer was upset about rubbish. It seems to be a big issue in our house. *Roll eyes*) It then quieted down until a car alarm went off. And continued on for hours. Who still makes alarms like that?? Needless to say I went through the day ranting about inconsiderate and 'nabytchennyx' people in my head throughout the day. Obviously being out and about in Kilburn/ Camden and on public transport does nothing to dispel such misanthropy. Hermit. That is my calling in life. I need to realise it soon.
Word of the day: Dolourous = showing sorrow, tearful, weeping
Tuesday, 25 May 2010
Monday, 24 May 2010
No Title
Location: Home in NW2 /London
After 2 solid days of doing absolutely NOTHING I am now ready to rejoin the world of action. Or at least the part of the world that gets out of bed in the morning...
Feeling: slightly restless...
After 2 solid days of doing absolutely NOTHING I am now ready to rejoin the world of action. Or at least the part of the world that gets out of bed in the morning...
I really did mean to go to the gym today. But somehow it just didn't happen. It seems silly to travel 30mins each way to attend the gym and nothing else. Or potentially even longer if Jubilee line decides to not cooperate. Have decided to seek one that is closer.
I also seem to be perpetually hungry today. Puzzling.
It is also puzzling how throughout the day I have all these hypothetical blog posts that I compose in my head, however, they seem to evaporate as soon as I actually sit down in front of the laptop.
I am multi-tasking... Perhaps therein lies a cause...
Wednesday, 19 May 2010
Sleep.... Where art thou
Highly unusual question for me. It does happen though.
I haven't actually tried to fall asleep for an inordinately long time. Yet, for someone who is usually asleep before the head hits the pillow, 30 minutes of rapid thought rather than slow drifting is out of the ordinary.
I don't know why I find my brain suddenly ignited by thought. Maybe it's the midnight hour. Maybe it's the book I just finished.
Speaking of the book I just finished... "It is not that I feel tremendously low; it's rather that the world around me appears high"... Maybe that is why I cannot sleep. Why is the world around me so high? What do they know that I do not? How do people go on with life untroubled by a sense of absurdity that plagues most of the activities we fill our time with? I am clearly missing the point. In fact, I am sure of it.
I haven't actually tried to fall asleep for an inordinately long time. Yet, for someone who is usually asleep before the head hits the pillow, 30 minutes of rapid thought rather than slow drifting is out of the ordinary.
I don't know why I find my brain suddenly ignited by thought. Maybe it's the midnight hour. Maybe it's the book I just finished.
Speaking of the book I just finished... "It is not that I feel tremendously low; it's rather that the world around me appears high"... Maybe that is why I cannot sleep. Why is the world around me so high? What do they know that I do not? How do people go on with life untroubled by a sense of absurdity that plagues most of the activities we fill our time with? I am clearly missing the point. In fact, I am sure of it.
Die, 2YP, die....
Time: 9:30am
Location: TG, LBS, NW1 4SA
Feeling: strangely out of sorts...
I am at school... Still 2YP. It does cause me some pain. I have NO wish to present to trustees all day tomorrow.
But this kind of stuff is not particularly interesting to write about. In fact I think it causes me some PAIN to write about it... Thus, fast forward and pretend I have whinged and can now move on and feel better ...
Word of the day:
Vellicate: to twitch or cause to twitch; to pluck, nip, irritate, etc
In other news, I feel like I'm turning increasingly misanthropic with time. What is the cure? Hermitage?
Came across a brilliant sentence in a book: "Sexuality is a system of social hierarchy". Such gems are why I love Houellebecq... His position (in this book, anyway) is that there are two systems of hierarchy - side by side: economic and sexual, where money and looks are the respective currencies. Simple. Brilliant.
Location: TG, LBS, NW1 4SA
Feeling: strangely out of sorts...
I am at school... Still 2YP. It does cause me some pain. I have NO wish to present to trustees all day tomorrow.
But this kind of stuff is not particularly interesting to write about. In fact I think it causes me some PAIN to write about it... Thus, fast forward and pretend I have whinged and can now move on and feel better ...
Word of the day:
Vellicate: to twitch or cause to twitch; to pluck, nip, irritate, etc
In other news, I feel like I'm turning increasingly misanthropic with time. What is the cure? Hermitage?
Came across a brilliant sentence in a book: "Sexuality is a system of social hierarchy". Such gems are why I love Houellebecq... His position (in this book, anyway) is that there are two systems of hierarchy - side by side: economic and sexual, where money and looks are the respective currencies. Simple. Brilliant.
Friday, 14 May 2010
Word of the day
...is eristic = pertaining to controversy or disputation; controversial; of argument for the sole purpose of winning, regardless of the reason
my kind of word...
my kind of word...
Date: 14 May, 2010
Location: Home, Kil&Burn, NW2 4SJ
Time: 1pm-ish
Feeling: hard to say actually. Slightly apprehensive. A little bit bored. Thoughtful.
Waiting for Michelle at home. She has finally landed and making her way here. From Essex. Hm.
In other news, had a fight with Vlad. So I don't think we are talking. This is probably not going to end well. Neither of us has a good history in terms of reconciling with people. It started of as a fairly minor thing but kind of blew out of proportion now. That's all I'm going to say about this for now.
In other news, I found a book that I absolutely relate to. It's called 'The Sleepyhead's Bedside Companion'. I can't believe such book exists. I feel vindicated! I am not the only one obsessed with sleep. There are others like me out there. Every page of this book is either articulating what is already in my head or I want imprinted there. I feel less guilt about my (previously thought unhealthy) preoccupation. I seriously think sleep is underrated in today's society which is obsessed with 'making the most' of each minute. Whatever THAT means. Hrumph.
What else. I finally feel comfortable enough to articulate what I have felt for a long time now. I HATE phones. Landlines, mobile phones, smart phones, blackberries. Whatever. I hate them all. I don't like speaking on the phone. I feel like making phone calls is intrusive - what are the odds you are just sitting there and waiting for the phone to ring? Chances are you are somewhere out and phone ringing causes you to madly scramble through your handbag, finally finding the phone as the last ring dies. You then proceed to try to return the call - getting busy signal because the person is either trying you again or leaving a voicemail. You then call them back again, ignoring the voicemail and they proceed to repeat what they just left on your voicemail (which you will incidentally 'discover' again later and proceed to listen to it...). Or you are having a nap and the phone call may slightly disturb your slumber. Cause unpleasant dreams about work... Or you are talking to another person - with the phone ringing you will be forced to stop, answer the phone, talk to the person on the phone while the other person just sits there (chances are they'll whip out their phone and proceed to call other people). Okay - I'm cutting off my own rant here. I feel like some of the anger I feel may be mis-placed here... Also, I feel like I'm never going to get a phone call from my friends again if they read this. Uhhh. I don't ALWAYS hate it - it's just a general feeling I have about phones. They are evil. These days.
Location: Home, Kil&Burn, NW2 4SJ
Time: 1pm-ish
Feeling: hard to say actually. Slightly apprehensive. A little bit bored. Thoughtful.
Waiting for Michelle at home. She has finally landed and making her way here. From Essex. Hm.
In other news, had a fight with Vlad. So I don't think we are talking. This is probably not going to end well. Neither of us has a good history in terms of reconciling with people. It started of as a fairly minor thing but kind of blew out of proportion now. That's all I'm going to say about this for now.
In other news, I found a book that I absolutely relate to. It's called 'The Sleepyhead's Bedside Companion'. I can't believe such book exists. I feel vindicated! I am not the only one obsessed with sleep. There are others like me out there. Every page of this book is either articulating what is already in my head or I want imprinted there. I feel less guilt about my (previously thought unhealthy) preoccupation. I seriously think sleep is underrated in today's society which is obsessed with 'making the most' of each minute. Whatever THAT means. Hrumph.
What else. I finally feel comfortable enough to articulate what I have felt for a long time now. I HATE phones. Landlines, mobile phones, smart phones, blackberries. Whatever. I hate them all. I don't like speaking on the phone. I feel like making phone calls is intrusive - what are the odds you are just sitting there and waiting for the phone to ring? Chances are you are somewhere out and phone ringing causes you to madly scramble through your handbag, finally finding the phone as the last ring dies. You then proceed to try to return the call - getting busy signal because the person is either trying you again or leaving a voicemail. You then call them back again, ignoring the voicemail and they proceed to repeat what they just left on your voicemail (which you will incidentally 'discover' again later and proceed to listen to it...). Or you are having a nap and the phone call may slightly disturb your slumber. Cause unpleasant dreams about work... Or you are talking to another person - with the phone ringing you will be forced to stop, answer the phone, talk to the person on the phone while the other person just sits there (chances are they'll whip out their phone and proceed to call other people). Okay - I'm cutting off my own rant here. I feel like some of the anger I feel may be mis-placed here... Also, I feel like I'm never going to get a phone call from my friends again if they read this. Uhhh. I don't ALWAYS hate it - it's just a general feeling I have about phones. They are evil. These days.
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