I have decided to write this before I watch Inception tonight, I assumed it would be for the best for I fear after watching its glory I will be left a blubbering mess trying desperately to unclench his jaws from all the fucking placed upon my mind.
So what to write about today I ask myself as I firmly grasp at my feet, trying in vain to caress a slight bit of heat back into them whilst the kettle boils for some ultimate hot water bottle action. Well I respond to myself with the usual: Stop talking to me you're making me look crazy!
Well first off I am slightly miffed off at a certain lecturer (who I dare not name lest the repercussions of web 2.0'ing smack me right in the kisser). I was all like "yo what up jive turkey I all about going downtown in that structurally superfluous room you call a developing studio". Well he was wise to my amazing street lingo I learnt from the local 'scuba divers' so he was all up on my grill, dissing my place of livelihood and implying my birth mother has a larger than average girth, THE SWINE!
Well it wasn't all as cool as that, I wished to hire out the developing room today to get some how you say developing done, but he was all like "EMAIL ME" it was like he was talking in caps lock! Unfortunately for my disheartened film, I had to book 24 hours in advance, what flip floppery is this I would have asked him if he weren't built like a bull who had accidentally injected himself with the years worth of steroids. So I waddled back out of his room holding the tears back, hoping he wouldn't judge me too harshly.
I felt I'd get one over on the old lecturer fella though, I would book 25 hours in advance, I rushed to the library jostling old women out of the way in the fear they swindle me out of a chirping metallic wonder they call a computer. To my utmost horror the library was full of greedy little minxes. I looked on at them all mindlessly blithering their thoughts onto facebook, a curse I would have places upon them if I were gifted in the dark arts!
So I returned home, my lecturer had one another round, this time I would be booking 23 hours in advance, the swine will be laughing his winter socks off I thought to myself. Still I felt I would be the bigger man (metaphorically of course, my muscles don't grow to the size of boulders). I placed a reservation down on the room for 3-5 with two of my fellow classmates (who apparently wish the death sentence on anyone who confers seasonal greetings to you, surely not a strong enough punishment I thought). 2 hours later as I finish up an episode of Mad Men I see the lecturer has replied, we were booked he said. I victoriously smirked into my glass of apple juice, pondering over my next one up on the DkIT staff.
However like Daffy Duck my victory was only to last a few moments before fate would viciously shove its unmentionables into my face whilst humming some sort of whimsical tune. A quick gander out my window and I saw it all, the treacherous lecturer had one up'd me once more by watching the weather forecast. Snow up to the wazoo, my momentary meeting with the lecturer flashed before my eyes, that glint in his eyes, he had it all planned from the get go, surely he is a rival worthy of my incomprehensible wit!
Well that was my day pretty much, it didn't start well it kinda trailed off in the middle and well the ending isn't going to great but overall it was bloody marvelous. Hopefully I can still go to the dark room (goddamn that's what it's called I forgot that and now I'm to lazy to go back and change it, crap I said photography room to the lecturer to) tomorrow as I have a need to get this film developed before people start realizing how little mojo I have in my ambitions.
I like writing these blogs, they're actually a lot of fun and help take my mind off other depressing matters which eat away at my mind, get out of my mind you leeching bastards!
I'm hoping this show 'Walking Dead'' that I have downloading is good, I watched a smidgen of it on sky plus and I wasn't too impressed, for the first thing I didn't see one solitary zombie the entire time, it was just a load of people running around hugging each other. I assume I came in (her (do ho ho)) too late and that's why nothing made sense so here's hoping to a bright apocalyptic future watching this show eh?
I've found myself re listening to old albums again, I trait I dislike falling back into so if anyone has any suggestions for albums to give the old tally ho'ing to hit me up with them. I shall listen to them like some sort of perverted man placing his ear up to the door of his hot neighbour's apartment...bad analogy maybe but you get the point.
My god I have mindlessly dribbled on for too long in this blog, so I'm going to go off and watch some Inception while warming my toesies with a hot watter bottle. Stay tuned for more of my insightful flashing of my brain's willy, tomorrow I may just describe my amazing script for an awesome film that my current film group thought wouldn't work, how wrong they will be when Danny Boyle and I are sipping appletinis in the Caribbean.
The Protomen yo
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