Argh! Death to stupidly thought out art projects! DEATH TO THEM ALL! Who in their right minds asks for their students to do a life size painting of themselves? Its pointless, fair enough if they want you to do a self portriat but a life size one?

Sorry, bad ranting.

Billy Corgan's new album (all of it)

http://www.billycorgan.com/multimedia.html

Listen to some of this blissful music... http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&friendID=3570738&Mytoken=20050829021522

* Drinking song : the alabama song, Tolkein's drinking song


* Funny song: bobby brown goes down - Frank Zappa

* Inspirational song: across the universe - Lennon and Harrison, what a wonderful world - Louis Armstrong

* Mellow song: chello song - Nick Drake


* Nighttime song: Ahh the whole of Twilight to starlight - Smashing Pumpkins


* Sunshine Song: setting the controls to the heart of the sun - Pink Floyd, Teardrop - Massive attack and anything by Led Zeppelin


* Silly Song: funny little man - aphex twin

* Getting ready song: all around the world - Red hot chilli peppers


* Crying song: redemption song - Bob Marley, hallelujah - jeff buckley

* Heartbreak song: Cupid de locke - smashing pumpkins, Love will tear us apart - joy division


* Depression song: Lithium - nirvana, levi stubbs tears - Billy Bragg, everyboy hurts - REM and a pumpkins one I can't remember the name of.

* Dark song: where the wild roses grow - Nick Cave and Kylie, dead skin coat - khanate, the mercy seat - Johnny Cash (nick cave cover)


* Celebrating song: teenage kicks - undertones, all you need is love - Beatles


* Party song:

* Dancing song: the teaches of peaches (hahahah!) very ape - Nirvana, funky shit - prodigy, superstar dj - chemical brothers, anything by the levelers or lounge lizards


* Loved-up song: it must be love - madness, I hope that I don't fall in love with you - Tom Waits

* Nostalgia song: 1979 - smashing pumpkins, No woman no cry - Bob Marley


* Sing-along song: love will tear us apart, teenage kicks


* Know-every-word song: American Pie/Don McLean, tangled up in blue - Bob Dylan, wish you were here - pink floyd


* Uplifting song: Float on - modest mouse, sunshine underground - chemical brothers


* Angry song: wake up - rage against the machine, coma america - amen

My god people! This video pretty much made my day! People in rabbit costumes playing music!

http://www.sparkletunes.com/movie/sparkle_larger.html

Today I saw the most beautiful shooting star. It was big and orange and had a long tail!

I'm missing my amazing friend and listening to mare with a headache. Check them out... http://www.mare.ca/mp3/Palaces2.mp3

They make me feel like I'm in a dark cave colours falling from the celling. What?

It seems like all inspiration has left me today, and yesterday and quite likely the day before that. Life is lacking excess in everything but unexcess at the moment. I'm getting closer and closer to letting the poor love birds out of their cage. They are the result of my dad's discusting softness with my sister and her discusting want for anything cute (regardless of its wellbeing). I mean, I live in a family of vegetarians, surely my dad would have the ethical wisdom to know its wrong to keep birds in a small cage because they look pretty. They also got three of them, one female and two males! Now one of them is left on his own while the other two swoon, my dad has clearly forgotten the reasoning behind the name "love bird".

My body is telling me I'm addicted to caffine again. Oh joy, headaches all 'round!
Tell me, am I wrong to be angry with my dad for searching through my things for his CDs (which he NEVER plays) when my back is turned? I mean for a start he could just ask me for them back and secondly what about my damn privacy! Its just not something you do, unless you are a communist. Perhaps my dad is a communist!

Today ain't so interesting but I feel like writing anyway. I've just realised I've been singing almost every other day for the last six months and my voice has hardly improved, its quite pathetic. What a waste of time. I'm also partly writing this entry because I have no idea what day it is, if its friday, its possible that I'm going to the pub. We'll have to see. Tea, yes tea, isn't it brilliant? It always leaves you wanting to drink more, it warms you up, it wakes you up with its little dose of yummy caffine, its a good social activity, its neither sweet or savory so you can have it with almost anything. This is especially good if you don't like the taste of whatever it is. It contains anti oxidants which help preven the corruption of cells which slows down the process of ageing and decreases your risk of getting cancer. On the whole I think tea is amazing.

http://www.niksula.cs.hut.fi/~jhame/2005/videot/roskilde%20039.avi

Boring would not be an apt word for today. Today I didn't do a single thing worthy of note. I feel compelled to head butt the keyboard...tgyh6g5huji8kkkkyhguyhujjjjjjjjjjjjjjjyt6ht6hhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Ahh! There are insects on my monitor! Don't leave windows open at night with computers on, this is what happens! Mass bug invasion! Why do they want to be on the moitor? They can't read can they? Oh no! Perhaps they can, perhaps they are reading these very words! Oh yes, as I was saying, I LOVE it when insects crawl on my monitor. Delightful beasts!

On to more important matters...
Live 8! Bob is a saint, listen to him and do what he tells you, the world will be alot better.

Pink Floyd! Music dosen't get much better kids. Those who did not watch it are very silly indeed.

I'm tired now, the bugs have gone to sleep and so sould I, buh bye.

The night the music died  part 1

Those two colours remind me of
that special christmas feeling,
I stood, watching them,
transfixed on the oily swirls,
gliding across the glistening
mud,
trampled, over and over,
those feet still massage its surface
milling across the projection,
they turn their heads to
laugh at my smile,
the look of child like awe,
posessed, hypnotised and intoxicated,
the swirls, toxic looking themselves,
a trigger happy poison,
not smoked, injected,
snorted or injested,
absorbed,
through large, dark
and dliated eyes.

The trees leaned over,
comforting and parental,
dowsed in that toxic light,
alive and warm,
a peaceful nook in chaos,
their arms beckon me futher
into my fungal stupour,
there I was led away,
I held hands like that fascinated
child who cast its shadow not so long ago,
pulled into the cold and chaotic
current of the hysterical night,
it was a feaver,
no one could see it,
or Identify.

their wide,
dark and crazed eyes
glinting like rocks in the stream,
they welcomed me,
we all understood
that none of us did,

An epic,
living line,
swooping like a
streak of matt paint
across a glazed plate,
veering to an uncertian halt,
where elusive shadows,
celebrated their uncertain and
sinister cause.

There it was, there,
hit by nothing,
empty,
sad,
gone,
silent and dead,
thrown away,
I slipped back into the current,
again,
silent and dead,
an empty shell,
refracting empty light,
I felt it, this was,
the night the music died.

Today I invented an almost-perpetual machine (perpetual machine of the third kind for anyone who knows what that means). I'm going to draw the plans neat sometime so I can show people. I want to make the damn thing but I can't be botherd right now. It dosen't do anything, its completely pointless because it has no output, its true art! It will be a sculpture at some point, its a shame someone else has already done a perpetual sculpture although mine is different.

Well...Glastonbury festival was interesting. I woke up at about six in the morning on the first day to anh angry sounding thunderstorm, alot of mud followed. I did, as strange as it may seem, enjoy the mud. I want to continue writing but I didn't sleep last night and I also ate some special fungus and met strange people, now I'm pretty spaced out, I'll finish this later.

Oh no, what am I doing inside? This is terrible, its sunny outside! Damn it elftown, why'd you always do this to me?!? Ahh thats better, a good it of the ol' stairway. People; listen to lez zeppelin, you have to because its summer. I'm going to turn this up full volume and open my window so I can enjoy it outside...

In that tree,
the pol pit,
1000 years old I said,
it fitted perfectly,
like an egg in a cup,
smooth and soft,
that bottle,
cider,

sitting on steps looking down,
thinking of the man,
standing with dusty book in
arm,
sunlight and
sunday morning serenity,
sunlight,
not now,
sitting here in the twilight,

old,
its been for so long,
feeling relaxed
in the comforting
dependancy I have
for its exsistance,

yew,
me,
and him too,
all drinking the whisky,
laughing,
nestled
in that tree.

I've just remembered that I met someone who rolled a joint, smoked most of it and then realised there was nothing but tobacco in it! Hahahah! Classic.

Last nights dream...

I was chilling with Ricky and Louis in an airport/college hybrid and all of a sudden we started to argue about chocolate. Ricky grabbed the chocolate and got into an airport car, Louis and I got on too. We were fighting over the chocolate as I was driving the car around the airport like a maniac, going over ramps and all those James Bond style things. Ricky pushed Louis off, I continued driving, after a while we realised that the ride was more interesting that the chcolate. We started to laugh at all the security gaurds trying to catch us, we went down a set of stairs and I did a hand break turn out of the door but Ricky fell out. I carried on through the carpark and around back into the airport where my car broke down. We had actually gotten away with our crazy stunt and no one was angry with us because they were so amused by it. The End.

I thought I saw Jesus on a tram,
I said "are you Jesus?"
and he said "yes I am"

- Spike Milligan

Tehehe good ol' Spike.