Hello from the past!

Cheer the f*ck up would you. You got upset because you didn’t get attention. Get over it!

Warning: Note may contain a bit of nuts, a loss of marbles, and a downward spiral to crazy town (next door to funky town).

(Same time last year)

Ah! Bisto!

Well, not exactly gravy, but what gravy encompasses, a goo-old-fashioned, home-cooked meal. Or in this case, a modern home cooked meal. In fact, any home cooked meal is good in my books.

It’s been such a long time since I’ve actually sat with anyone in a home environment and just had a proper, sitting down meal. When I’m home, we all eat at different times and then sometimes, even when we manage to eat all at once, you’ll have strays sitting at the coffee tables watching the TV.

I guess it’s the culture you grow up in and remain living in. When I was younger, we’d all be sat down at the table and made to eat. I.e. we had to finish what was on our plates. Lolz Fatties!

But nowadays I find this is much less the case. Instead I eat out a lot of times at restaurants and pubs as I’ve got my own income coming in and they’re good nosh simply put.

But this was different. It was egg-fried rice with tomato and spring onions, with chicken wings, potato and COCA-COLA, and finally a side of veggies; tomato and the legend that is broccoli.

‘Twas good. I’m not sure whether having FRIENDS playing in the background was a good thing or bad though. I mean, I love FRIENDS, and TV, and eating while watching the TV, but I guess this is what I was trying to say doesn’t or does matter. If you know what I mean?

Vampire Academy

Oh no! It’s chick lit! How did this happen?

Well, I bought it. And I kinda knew it was chick lit when I did that. Idiot.

This is a story all about how, my life got twistered upside-down, and I’d like to take a minute just sit right here, and tell you how I got involved in a book without Were (wolves).

Well, vampires and werewolves usually come hand in hand now, what with Underworld and The Twilight Saga making sure everybody knows they are life long rivals.

But this book seemed different. It was about a girl called Lissa, and she is this royal breed of vampire, that is able to use elemental magick, but is rather weak compared to Rose Hathaway, who is her guardian. She is another type of vampire, that lacks the magical ability, but is faster and stronger. Both these kinds of vampires can enter churches, as they don’t feed on humans cruelly, but rather feed on volunteer vampires of the same ’species’ as Rose. Finally there are the Strigoi, which is the only name I remember. These are the bad guys of the story; the ones who become more powerful if they feed on the Lissas of the vampire world; they are very powerful even to begin with, but they are evil, and lack the goodness that allows them to go to church.

So that’s what the story is, but it’s mixed with a weird, teenage girl, fantasy-world, high-school hard-ship kind of mentality and attitude.

You see the world through the eyes of Rose, and how she sees things is like a teenage girl; checking out ‘hot guys’ and flirting with her boy mates. It’s kind of strange, yet it’s now becoming more easier to read. Worrying?

Maybe not. It could be that I just like the story, so am over-looking these silly glimpses into the ’supposed’ girl’s (or female vampire’s) mind.

so far it is quite interesting though. I’m about 8 chapters in, and we’re seeing Rose becoming more of a badass woman guardian being trained by another badass, and highly respected, guardian.

And that’s a little glimpse into it.

Richelle Mead, I like your book basically. The last book I tried to read made me feel like reading was a chore, and I had a tutor telling me how his iPhone made him physically not want to sit and read books anymore, but if you’re the stone I step on to help me back into the better world created by text on a page, then so be it.

Michael Jackson Exhibition 23.1.10

Yes, that’s right. I managed to go and take a look at the current exhibition going on at the O2 until sometime in February. Anyway, MJ fans are some of the best, but also the most extreme people in the world.

I mean, I think it’s awesome that people have so much love for the King of Pop, because he had so much for everyone else. It’s just, when everybody around you is dressed like him, moves like him and tries to sing like him, you feel a bit out-of-place just appreciating from afar, as it becomes the case.

The exhibition is a good’un though. You get to see a lot of the costumes he has worn over the years, from the earliest days of the Jackson Five, to his later works like HIStory etc. There’s background information on his stage performances, his song-writing (with hand-written lyrics on show) and also bits about his friendships and personal life (There’s a mahoosive Rolls Royce on display which is a beauty!)

I think it was an awesome thing to see; I really wanted to get myself a sequinned glove after the show, but it turns out they didn’t sell them there. That’s hardcore of the hundreds who I saw wearing them, to have BEEN wearing them since they got there. Jealousy a little bit? Maybe so.

But one criticism is the price. Where is that £20 going exactly? It was all things I knew about Michael; clothes I’d seen before; stories I’d heard before and videos I’ve watched before. Which I have no complaints over really, but why wasn’t I allowed to take pictures, videos, food, drink or breathe?

Okay the last… three things I understand / fabricated, but it felt a bit of a blow to people who are spending so much money to spend some more time in Michael’s company. It just goes to show what kinds of fans, and friends, the guy has.

On a side note, the girl on the tube with glasses and red / black / white Nike high-tops. You are pretty . In fact a lot of the women who came to the exhibition, and the O2 were very pretty, and have good taste in music too!

A shame I was the hairy guy constantly falling asleep, eh?

Mein Time

Right. On a day that I told myself would be easy to get some work done, I managed to acheive the almighty m”zilch”.

Let us run through our day of events shall we? Early morning meant work, so after crying out quietly about the fact that snooze now feels more like 9 seconds than 9 minutes I made it in, on time by a minute, to work until 11.30. Not bad but left me shattered. Arrived home with the idea I would change and then move to a different room to get some work done, but I stayed in my own and started to upload photos that I’ve been meaning to for a month, while watching a few episodes of Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood. I’m behind, but I think I watched two that I’ve already seen. Har… har…

I then… napped  a little bit. All this time while my photo album was failing on facebook (I need a flickr… and a good camera!). So I gave up on that idea and made my way downstairs where I ate something! Yes. Showered a little bit in freezing cold, to boiling hot, to weird fluctuating-temperature water and then popped to the barber for a haircut. I didn’t understand why I couldn’t find any parking space close by but I eventually found a spot (that cost me £2! rip-off). I should have just walked my lazy ass there.

I( got a V-cut with a tail and a fringe. For anyone who doesn’t know what that means, it basically is a good haircut on another person; a bad one on me. Reason? Curly hair! Darn my genes!

I managed to get a wallet that was I was so pleased about, until I just this second treid to fit my cards into it and realised it wouldn’t fit them comfortably without damaging them further (they’re all a bit… sliced through).

Upon leaving the barber I went to cash converters (always fun) and a carphone warehouse (I want an internet enabled phone!) before finally embarking on the journey back to my car.

It wasn’t the stream of traffic that made me actually realise what was going on; it was the Tottenham shirts. Damn it! I hate it when they play! They congest the roads so badly with their awkward parking and then their reckless driving. This isn’t what football is about! Take public transport!

So what I could have walked in 15-20 minutes from my home to barber and vice versa actually took me an hour. Sitting in traffic with drivers pushing in from all angles and using the bus lane (that really gets to me, grrr). I cannot stand it. What was the score anyway? I have no sympathy…

So I get home with plenty of time left to do something, but urge my dad to watch ALI with me. The Muhammad Ali film with Will Smith. Finally! And it’s a very good movie. A bit unbelievable, not in the way it’s told, but how Ali is represented. It isn’t all good, and some of it I really don’t like! (Cheating on your wife!? For shame!). But it was awesome seeing the lean, mean, fat-reducing, pounding machine George ~Foreman get pounded to a loss. Nice.

And just a little while ago, I needed some reading material for a… *trip*. And therefore I’m a little bit further into my book “Vampire Academy”, which, yes, is chick-lit, but ~I bought it so I’m going to read it!

And that as they say is that. And why do I want to tell you this information? Well 1, it makes me feel better; 2, it allows me to rant and to brag; 3, it gives me something to add to my wordpress which is a lot rarer these days; and 4, it sums up what procrastination is about: doing everything in your power to avoid the thing that needs to be done the most.

*sigh-clops*

Human Beans

The human race is a strange one. It’s murderous, rude, prude and annoying. But this all makes for a confusing time.

If there are aliens (paying attention), what must they be thinking?: “Oh these, puny humans, they hurt each other physically but also through this weakness known as emotion, how ridiculous”.

What is this worthy addition to the human species that other species don’t really need to function? What would be wrong with just basic instinct to function in life? How does emotion contribute on the larger scale? I mean, it helps to pass the time, it creates amazing films and music, and allows things like friendship to blossom, but animals get by without any of this, or if they do encompass some of these human values, they sure don’t cry about it.

I sometimes stop myself from trying to think on a larger scale. Looking at things from such a huge perspective that I can’t even look at the most simplest of ideas properly. I mean, how does questioning the nature of humans benefit anyone in anyway? I don’t think it does really. It’s pretty mental. But then what else would I do with my time?

Sick Burn.

Sympathise with me!

I’m not one to get sick that often, but when I do, it lasts forever and ever. That’s why, this time, I’m drugging myself up to the eyeballs  trying to keep from staying in this crappy state. I’ve got vicks up my nose, deep heat on my back and beechams in my belly, yet I’m still feelign groggy and blocked up. Groggy will be my word of the day, I’ve liked the sound of that word for a while now, and it describes well the current status of the Elk.

This is going to be a long day, eh?

Powermore

3rd Dream of the week. This one I didn’t write down, it’s kind of embarrassing.

It was a signing for either Paramore or a situation where Hayley Williams of Paramore was present and I, along with one or two others who don’t hate this band, were queing up to try and get signings or meetings or something. I remember finding a way to the front and just having this point where I saw her and she saw me and nothing happened, it was just that. I got to meet her I think and possibly talked to her about something, but not writing it down just gives me the idea that I wanted her autograph and a photo. I belive that this is not the case. I’m sure there was more to this dream than just being a fan, but I won’t be able to pinpoint it now. I was very atmospheric though. Hordes of people seemed to be entering into theis… browny / cream colkoured circle shapedroomn. It reminded me a little bit of amusement parks due the the queing style or something. And there were different platforms / leels that people were on, all accessible and to all. I thiunk Hayley was on the second to highest. Was a feel good dream though .

One thing I’d like to add though. I think blonde is sexy, but I loved her as a redhead!

The dreams of dreams

Dream 2 of this week was scribbled down, this time in my regular messy writing, not all-caps but joined and very scruffy. I also drew a little drawing to try and remember an element of me dream. A beach. It had a statue on it which looked kind of like that American Rod thing in Washington DC, or like the black towers in Digimon. Was weird. Here we go with the badly structured, written and remembered notes.

“I have special powers (levitation) when A and his sisters take me to a beach (used to be Palestinian, Serbian?) – There is a statue and I close my eyes and can levitate – either no-one sees me or cares. (Dream, Weds 18/11/09)

Then L has powers takes ring pull of can removes from inside from the side and re-attaches. - Friend talks about living with father as does unknown, quite large South Asian guy?

I, in different kind of story pass through building (dome shape) land in chair seating area – only little girl notices – I make my way somewhere. Don’t remember.

At work and watching a movie from 2 producers - a woman (looks like Lindsay Lohan but is nice / friendly) is there – I keep taking oranges from reduction and putting back in place while B does opposite. This happens twice before he explains – comes to scene where woman is naked and with a man – she explains the movie is called terminator, but rather than it being a joke she looks upset – starts crying while she is comforted by me – I feel sorry - don’t know why.”

Right. It isn’t exactly a pornographic movie but it seems to be that this woman really didn’t like seeing the movie being played seemingly in a random place on a rubbish old television with video in a supermarket. On top of this was me not being able to understand either why this whole idea existed or why it was at my work and including people I’d never thought I’d dream about.

The way it started was very different, with the superpowers. It felt so cool. What I didn’t seem to write down but remember is that we took public transport after the first part on the beach to a bridge. That’s where the discussion about father came up and where I, from the free way, levitated towards a building with quite a bit of teeth gritting difficulty to land on the side of this building which was more harsh a curve than the millennium dome but very similar. I then, with more eye closing and teeth gritting passed through it to land on a chair standing upright, only to be noticed by a single person. A little girl.

At the beach part it seemed like I knew a lot about this almost mythical history, of some different culture that had been forgotten and where this scene with the statue, also right near a bridge – albeit a lot quieter with seemingly no nearby traffic, released dormant powers in chosen people. This was another cool dream I thought would be a good adaptation to a story. But it’s not complete, the picture is bare and it seems to make little sense to me why it’s so random, jumping from about 3 to 4 different scenes and changing faces of friends and people I know while inventing about 3 new people at the same time.

I wrote a note on my phone a little bit later on, like something hit me suddenly about the dream that I had to record…

“It was night time on the tiny beach. Moon and stars were out. It was beautiful.”

 

The Beach with the Statue

 

 

Imaginat-zon

Let’s get cracking. It’s been a busy week for my imagination. A quite, scarily busy week. I’m not lucky enough to have awesome dreams usually, and although I might not be able to call my current row of them as awesome, they’re definitely interesting.

I had to date them after I’d written them down. I don’t know why, it was just some compulsive impulse.

Anyway. November posting begins.

Dream 1 : Tuesday 17 of November 2009 – The Nightmare

I scribbled this down in an almost trance-like state and all in capitals which I don’t really do that much.

 

“DREAMS PEOPLE RUB OUT FRANTICALLY BIT OF PAPER WHICH REVEAL IMAGES SOMETIMES OF T SHIRT DESIGNS OTHER TIMES FACES OR EVEN INJURIES THAT CAN INFLICT PAIN. GUYS FACE GETS BEATEN UP – VAMPIRE SHOWS ATTACKER. RUBBING OUT VICTIMS FACE INTO VIEW WITH VICTIM THEN APPEARING IN PAIN. NIGHTMARE.”

 

Fudged up if I might add. There’s more I wrote on the other side…

 

“DRAWING OF (5) FACES RUBS THOSE THAT ARE NOT CULPRITS

SAINSBURY’S – FRIEND FACING UP – MANAGER COMES SO I [face up] DO TOO (I DONT WORK THERE) – ANOTHER FRIEND DOING SOMETHING AT END OF AISLE (TO THE LEFT) – I FIND A FACE RAZOR – OLD STYLE BARBER THING AND 2 SWISS ARMY KNIFES THAT ARE BLUNT KNIVES. I STILL FEAR THEM.

GUY DRAWING, (something) IMAGES IS TALENTED ARTIST? DRAWS THINGS THAT ARE TRULY ‘REVEALED’ LATER.

IMAGE OF CHINESE MAN – FACE WHITE WITH BLACK HAIR – BEING PUMMELLED BY PREVIOUS PERSON RUBBING OUT / INTO FOCUS.”

 

And that’s what I got written down straight after awaking from this nightmare. It truly was a nightmare too, I had the sensation of wanting to shout out but not being able to, of that sense of going mute when you most need your voice. It’s crazy. In basic terms, I had this dream an artist of some sort is drawing onto a t-shirt, or in another case a piece of paper. While rubbing away at a spot that isn’t supposed to be there, the image doesn’t come alive, but becomes a kind of stop-motion animation, that, with more rubbing brings into focus this gruesome image of a man’s face. Contrasted with a bright white background you have his pitch black hair and pasty looking face. I think that was the vampire reference I made. I can’t recall the exact dream now, but the sensations are coming back the more ~I read over my handwritten notes. I have no idea why I chose to write it down this time, or why my friends were included in this dream with even odder references to butter-knife Swiss army things and store shelve filling. All I know is that it freaked me out. Only after did I think… this would make a really cool storyline.

Take a detective investigating murders of some sort, Comes across a case of the paranormal – vampires. These vampires are preying on ‘night’ people, those who come home late from work or parties etc. Then on top of this there is an artist who can draw… situations, people and possibly attacks. I sensed fear in this artist when I was imagining them, like they felt like they were to blame.I also have  a feeling that they were revealed to me, the ‘audience’ in this weird dream as if it were a story. The rubbing out revealing the next storyline and person. It was like it had been put in my head as if I’d read it or seen it somewhere before, which isn’t the case…

Someone with a creative writing talent needs to turn this into a story for me. Please?