AS LONG AS YOU PLACE ME AMONGST ONE OF THEM GREATS, WHEN I HIT THE HEAVENLY GATES I'LL BE COOL BESIDE JAY-Z

More of my writing, from CotMWM:

"Once I went to a festival with Avery and his friends. It was a decision made on the spur of the moment, born out of boredom; I had just returned from four days in the archipelago, where I had been staying with a boy I used to date once upon a time. Four blissful days in the sun, swimming, talking about literature and drinking absinthe. They had been nice, but I needed some pulse, some people, some light. So when Avery asked me along, offering me a ticket that his brother had declined, I said yes.

When we were driving to the festival, we rolled down the windows, put our heads out and blew smoke rings. The stereo was pumping out the latest, obscure indie music. I didn't say much; I felt too much of a clichéd twentysomething to be able to comfortably join the conversation which (naturally and inevitably) had turned to drugs and travelling. I had nothing to add in the drugs department; unless they wanted to hear about taking cough syrup to fall asleep faster or taking Zoloft in order to alleviate depression, my opinion was irrelevant. And travelling: there is nothing as boring as having to listen to other people's travelling stories. It's even boring to tell them; you can never do them justice and pictures show nothing. That's why I rarely take pictures when in another country. I end up only remembering these forced images of my trip instead of what really happened. So I just sat there, watched the clear, blue sky and tried to allow myself to feel just as young as I actually was without hiding behind a protective shield of irony. It didn't work. I began to regret coming along at all, thinking about my bed at home and the books still waiting to be read and written."

-The creativity of the mess we make, Julia Melin

Finished reading Dead famous yesterday, reading Cat's eye by Margaret Atwood now.

Borrowed Extras from Ramona, and I have to say, Ricky Gervais is a genius. I wasn't sure he could top The office (and he can't) but it's still amazing. Although I keep turning away from the TV in shame when Andy (Gervais' character) does or says something horrible which is all the time, although this character is much more likable than David Brent from The office who I ended up loving in the end anyway, especially when he finally told Finchey to fuck off. And Stephen Merchant is brilliant.

CRUISING MED LOW-LIFESEN

Haha, Dead famous is so funny. It's so spot-on, all those "It's, like, totally wicked. I'm like, so loving this at the moment" sentences. I can't really stand Ben Elton as he seems to be one of the single-handedly most annoying guys on this planet, but he is a very good writer when it comes to observing today's uninspired youth.

UPDATE
Haha, OK, am I a child of my generation or what? I just spent 30 minutes watching clips from my favourite season of Big brother on youtube (Dead famous is about a similar TV show). Note: a) I just spent half an hour watching 4 minute long clips of people who either fight, get drunk, lounge on the couch for an obscene amount of time, eat crisps, stare idly into space or do all of the above at the same time, b) I found this amusing and intend to watch more clips, c) I did all this while lounging on the couch, eating crisps and d) I have a favourite season of Big brother. Should I get the gun now or...? (But hey, it was like totally awesome, you know?)

IT WILL, IN ALL LIKELIHOOD, BE A STRUGGLE FOR A CHILLINGLY LONG TIME, "IT" BEING LIFE, THE ONE WORD THAT IS UNIDENTIFIABLE IN ITS PUREST FORM

So, it's been a long time since I posted anything from CotMWM here. So I'll post some different paragraphs/excerpts OK? I can spot a few mistakes, but I'm way too tired to bother with correcting them.

"The cocktail of emotions made my stomach turn. I went to the bathroom to throw up but leaning over the bowl, nothing happened. Nothing ever happens. So I just sat on the floor for a while, reading the messages and graffiti written across the walls, but they were meaningless or meant something but not much. I considered adding something to it but couldn’t think of anything that would be significant to me in a year’s time. It was both reassuring and frustrating; if what I was doing now would not matter in twelve months time, why the fuck was I spending so much time worrying about my life? Why did I stumble out of pubs and clubs, why was I heartbroken? To pass the time was the answer. What else? I pulled myself up from the floor, making sure I didn’t touch the toilet or the weird-looking specs (blood? Semen? In this seedy excuse for a decent pub nothing was impossible) and unlocked the door. Three girls were standing outside, waiting in line, not talking although they seemed to be friends. I didn’t have the energy to figure out their relationships to each other or why they all kept busy on their cell phones while sending each other glares that plainly wished for the others to go to hell. Probably boys, I thought while washing my hands. It’s always boys. How predictable."

-The creativity of the mess we make, Julia Melin

I LIKE TO THINK OF BUNGEE JUMPING AS SUICIDE FOR INDECISIVE PEOPLE

Books I hope to get for Christmas:

Norman Mailer - The executioner's song
A.M. Homes - Music for torching
David Cullen - Columbine

ASSAULTIVE IN ITS INSISTENCE THAT "DREAMS HAVE NO BOUNDARIES" AND OTHER SENTIMENTS THAT EVEN HALLMARK WOULD REJECT AS TOO FUCKING MUCH

Bought Dead famous by Ben Elton today at Oxfam. I've read if before and thought it was quite good, but didn't want to pay too much for it; 2.99 seemed reasonable. I went to London yesterday but didn't go to Waterstone's. Needed to save the money. See, even Julia knows how to be a hustlin honey when she has to be.

I'm not really in a reading mood at the moment. Think it might be a combination of just having three weeks left in Cambridge so I really just try to hang out with my classmates as much as possible and The shield. For some reason, if I'm really into a TV show I never read and vice versa.

Don't really have anything to say. In all honesty, my life is currently mind-bogglingly boring. All I've done today is listen to La Roux and smoke. See, while waiting for my glory days to come, I'll sing a song.

GONNA CATCH THAT PLANE AND FLY JUST TO GET AWAY FROM THAT COCKSUCKER, MOTHERFUCKER DARKENING MY MIND

"Ghosts? Sure.
I know all about ghosts."

The green mile - Stephen King