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Monday, May 03, 2004 ( 12:05 AM ) Toby Ok, I have a confession to make. I have been cheating on my blog. I have been writing in a new journal; www.livejournal.com/users/tobyshmoby This one is dead now, no good reason. Thought you might like to know. # Friday, March 12, 2004 ( 9:46 PM ) Toby 1. What was the last song you heard? Well, I did just spend a while playing a medly of all the songs I know that are fun to play on my guitar... but properly the last song I heard was 'Where do we go from here?' from the Buffy musical. 2. What were the last two movies you saw? Oh god... um, lemme think... Donnie Darko and Ghost World (again.) 3. What were the last three things you purchased? Proper things? Like not including lunch? A top, two shades of green. The Buffy musical soundtrack and a copy of Fantasy and Science Fiction. 4. What four things do you need to do this weekend? Sleep later than usual, write, buy something on my credit card and think of a third thing for this list. 5. Who are the last five people you talked to? My Mum and Dad, I'm talking to Lisa right now, Simon popped over earlier and Jim, on the train. Right, Friday Fives are officially boring now. To write and, I imagine, to read. # Thursday, March 11, 2004 ( 10:31 PM ) Toby Wanna hear the most exciting thing that happened to me today? I got to work a bit early, not as early as I wanted as I slept for 10 minutes too long and then just as I was getting up my Dad went into the bathroom, so I missed that train and got to work a bit later. So anyway, when I got out of the station there was this sexy girl there... my idea of sexy anyway. She was wearing a red coat, which is provocative. Or at least it is in cinema, not sure if symbolism exists in day-to-day life. Maybe if she was feeling frisky that morning she may have been drawn to the red coat out of some kind of subconcious hollywood based emotive language that we have all un-wittingly learnt. Hang on, I lost my train of thought... So I was walking along the road behind this girl and I light a cigarette and she looks at me as we both go to cross the road and I get all self-concious about the cigarette. Why's that though? Did you notice how many girls smoke, loads. And why? Maybe they all just want to look more sophisticated, hell thats why I started. Do you think the word sophisiticated comes from the word sophist, meaning one who loves knowledge? Funny how we got from loving knowledge to smoking cigarettes. Lost my train of thought again... So, she goes into the same place as me, cept I waited around for a few minutes to finish my smoke. And then later that day I am walking back from the canteen where I stung Jim for a fiver to buy lunch and there she is, walking up the path. So, I look at her, shes still sexy, then I figure I probably shouldn't just stare at her all the while she walks past me and look down, but then just as she is passing I look up at her, and then she looks up at me and then she smiles and looks away, all bashful-like. Still got it. So thats the most interesting that happened to me today. Slow day huh. # Wednesday, March 10, 2004 ( 8:50 PM ) Toby Ok so Monday night wasn't so bad. The ex didn't show up until we had finished bowling and then we sat around drinking and I had a bit more than is sensible for a Monday night which helped a lot. But no, there were a number of things I was hoping she would avoid and she did. So I didn't get angry or frustrated or any of the other things I became the last time I spoke to her, so kudos to her for that. All in all it was a bit of a laugh. She talked incessenatly, which is what she does and we fell into our old rhythm of me being very sarcastic and her finding it very funny. And she bought me a beer. All's well that ends well. My stars today, which were supplied from The Metro, which are rubbish, told me Venus was in my aura and I should let love flow and everything. No women about though. It's all a load of rubbish. Got an email from Mara letting me know she is still in America and is very tanned (pictures were supplied as evidence) and that she won't be back for another month as she is enjoying the Hip Hop scene out there. And the tan presumably. In the pictures she looks tanned and sexy, when she is in England she is still sexy but far less tanned. And now she wants an email to tell her all the things I have been upto and I was thinking maybe I should just send her a link to this. Theres something about blogging that makes me all introspective, and often cathartic, but none of that ever seems to come out in the posts. # Sunday, March 07, 2004 ( 9:14 PM ) Toby Super. There I was really looking forward to going bowling tomorrow, having made a personal best last week, and then I hear that my ex is down and wants to see everyone. Which means she is going bowling tomorrow. And having stated that I would be happy if I never had to see her ever again I don't know whether I should go or what. On the one hand I just want to stay home, completly avoid it entirely. And on the other hand, well I want to bowl, and I think that staying home would just be, I dunno, weak I guess. I can't be bothered with all the silly catching up and pretending not to be really uncomfortable and going through the laborious conversations whereby she compares my life to hers to make shes in a better position than me. I don't know if she conciously does that, but it really feels like it. Just the thought of it exhausts me. Oh god I can't be bothered with this shit at all. # ( 4:11 PM ) Toby So I just thought I would do a little research for my Buffy and the Hero Myth essay type thing that I have been meaning to write for a very long time when I discovered that someone has already written it. It uses the separation-initiation-return model that I had planned on using as an analytical starting point and isn't bad at all really. Seems a little light but, you know, bugger. Went to Camden yesterday, which is something I have been wanting to do for ages. Met up with Ian and Will and drank lots of beers in a number of nice Camden pubs, mooched around the market, spent a lot of money. Very nice though, having fancied just sitting in a pub with a nice beer and some friends and finally having the time to do it was excellent. Camden really is just the coolest place to doss around in for a Saturday, even though I was quite tired from getting up at 5:30 to do some overtime at work. The beer didn't help either, I was exhausted when I got home, and then I stayed up til 2am watching Donnie Darko with Ian. That man hates going to bed. # Wednesday, March 03, 2004 ( 7:07 PM ) Toby The nice folk at Flash Me sent one of those nice but open ended rejection letters. I can re-write if I want to, or just go away. I think the last thing I sent them had to be rewritten too. They actually give helpful advice, but so far that has been more usual than getting no advice/bad advice/a load of insults. So I probably will fix it up a bit. They thought the beginning was too long, and it was quite long for what it us, but I kinda felt it needed to be. But I guess if it makes it stodgy and boring then its not doing me any favours at all. Ordered some books off of Amazon too. I will be getting Alan Moores How to write comics thingy, which I thought might come in usefu. And Grant Morrisons Arkham Asylum because apparently Reading Grant Morrison Makes You Irresistable. And finally Reading the Slayer, which I saw on Lisa's amazon wishlist and starting wishing for it myself. It's a series of critical essays on stuff to be found within Buffy. I always said Buffy deserved some critical writing, and luckilly no one seems to have written about Buffy and Classical Hero Myth, which is nice cause I want to write that one. If only I had done it a year ago, I could have been in the book. I could have been a star. # Sunday, February 29, 2004 ( 8:23 PM ) Toby Got a text message from Mara. Apparently she had a dream that I was a proffesional ballerina. Its nice to know I'm being thought of. And if I had some credit on the damn phone of mine I'd text her back, but saying what; I don't know. So, what did I do today? Well, I watched a lot of Buffy. Season four, which I have not watched since I was in college, and it being the college season gave me lots of college nostalgia. Made me pine for the KIAD student union and cheap pints and getting drunk in Tunbridge Wells and damaging the roof of my friends car. Then I read some more of new quit-smoking book. In which I was commanded to have a cigarette. At the start of the book he says to follow the instructions exactly no matter how ludicrous they may sound, so I went to the shop and bought some and then forgot to continue reading. Oh well. Made plans to go to London next weekend. All last week I was thinking how nice it would be to get with my friends and have a drink down by Camden river/dirty loch/whatever that filthy body of water is. And it seems that will happen soon, but it probably won't quite be how the daydream was cause in that it was summer and I was only wearing a t-shirt. (And trousers too.) Can I give you a snippet of something I wrote? D'ya mind? I thought it was quite funny, made me laugh anyway... Russ jumped in front of the door and aimed the water pistol at my face. “You aren’t going anywhere John,” he said, “I can’t let you endanger us all.” “Russ,” I said, with tired nonchalance. “That’s a water pistol.” “I filled it with my own piss,” he said, “so if you come any closer to this door you’re going to get an eye-full of my piss.” He shook the barrel of the pistol threateningly, “You want some, huh?” And I need to get more music on my computer. I have Media Player playing all files at random and it seems to be defaulting to the Silent Hill 2 soundtrack, Particle Man and The Tree is my Hat, by Gene Wolff. Which is, in order, very depressing, very bizarre, and very spoken-word. So not really what I am wanting. And I excercised too today. Weird huh. I dragged that rusty old excercise bike out of the corner and rode like a man possessed. Right in front of the tv, whilst watching Buffy. So then, after all that, I went and weighed and still was the same weight! (See previous post about the desire for instant gratification.) Bah. And apart from all that I spent a little while pontificating to myself about the hero myth, cleaning mud off of my Doc Martins and later, if I still feel all crazy-like, I'm gonna go through my clothes drawers and throw out all the stuff I don't wear anymore. Hell of a Sunday, this one. # |
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