Docter of journalism

Good bye

i don't think i'll bother writing in here any more.
i've got nothing dramatic to report. This has effected me socially, you know. ever notice how nobody wants to talk to you unless you have something to complain about.

i end up half way through the 'guess who said what' game, spewing out some inconsiquencial quote i stupidly remembered from some innane source, and just before you can say that it was Jean Paul Satre or Thomas Jefferson or....Rick Wakeman, i dunno- you realise that no-one gives a shit because somebody looked at them the wrong way earlier that morning. It upset them and lead them to do stupid things like eating the orange flavoured sweets (which there are always too many of since NO BODY likes them AT ALL).
so...fuck it.

cheers for being my LJ buddies and all, goodbye.
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seems nice enough.
It's a big place, so we can act like dicks if neccesry without feeling terribly guilty about it.
One double and some cots, between say three or four...that's a nice little cheap holiday. Being poor ain't so bad.

As far as Vegas goes, the Luxor is always appealing, and the Flamingo expensive 'Flamingo Go Room' has a lcd TV screen in the mirror in the bathroom. It's insanly beautiful in a 70's way. White PVC head board, Candy Stripe wall paper...electronically controlled curtians too. And i car rental place at the front desk. Only trouble is that you have to be at least 21 to book. Looks like it's going to be motel six AGAIN. So we can fall asleep to the sounds of multi-cultural arguments. maybe some porn.
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My Mother used to know Ralf Steadman a la Fear and Loathing artist Hunter S. affiliate really great sketches guy.
She met him doing Plague and the Moonflower for Richard Harvey. I remember the drawing he did for that scaring the fuck out of me as a kid.
I'm so highly impressed i could cry.

Time for my Steadman icon^^

I'm so buying his book now, I saw it today and thought 'hmmm'.
wonder if i can get enormous ralf posters....
Wonder if Richard has any of his stuff that i could maybe see sometime and oggle a bit....
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I feel like i've just come off of the worst cocktail of drugs imaginable.

Up all night scribbeling '5:AM BAT COUNTRY' in books and on my wall, hearing things is music i'd never heard before that kept making me have to open my eyes and check i was alone. I thought maybe Jamie was still awake and bumping around downstairs but when i checked the clock it was 5:00 am exactly.

It says 'I'm going MAD.' above my bed and i think maybe i did for a bit.
Eventually came downstairs to watch a familiar film (American Psycho) and fell asleep for maybe a half hour dreaming this one sentance that i was trapped in that looped over and over until i heard Theodore saying 'I'll finish these parts so you can...' which invaded my dream and ended with 'vomit obscenly' which i was considering because it might have helped me pass out for perhaps another half hour or so but i had to go to gus's, which is where i'm going now.

what it's like inside.

Then, more recently, my kidneys started aching, which i took to be a bad sign. Thing was, it had happened once before (i nearly passed out in the toilets of the Barbican men's changing rooms) but then it just dissapated and i'd all but forgotten about it.

I went to the docters today (it was either that or take a psychology test and sit on my kidneys scribbling arse about negative-state releife models for 45 minutes) and she said 'this is not good. why not pee in this cup for me?'
so i did, and it HURT and was messy, but was tested, and was fine.

Then they diagnosed me with probable IBS (which is difficult for me to say whilst trying to project an image of a sexual being) and told me to come back later and see a proper docter, which i did, who was very quite and suggested i eat bran all the time and gave me a subscription for peppermint. ugh.

Now i have to keep a food diary, which i'm really not up for because i can just hear this-

"look, you eat nothing a bit of bread for three days, then here you have three hearty meals of pie, followed by chips, followed by chocolate cake, it's no fucking wonder. and your some sort of obease because every-one is who doesn't souly eat homogenised compost for each meal. and even though you've only had one glass of wine in about two weeks, your still on a slipperly slope to liver failure, blindness, thrush, frostbite, cancer, death and itchy feet, so try and avoid anything you enjoy, it only comes back and bites you in the arse. And we're taking your new phone. You enjoy it to much and, you know, radiation. Here's a percription for lemon sherbert, get the fuck out of my office.
And leave a tip."
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ouch. innards.

this is a song i wrote, with the chrods and everything so you can play it yourself in an upbeat manner at really awful parties. It's a pretty awful song.

E                                   D       C
I'm so bored of feeling sick
B                                  F
folk could say I'm sick of it
Food so healthy,
Organs fit,
Bb                                      A
Every morning feeling SHIT.

(same chords-)

I'm so sick of feeling ill
Dodging food like it were swill
Insides crashing
at their will
Nausea building can't lie still.

It gets tiring feeling faint
dehydration body taint
booze related?
It sure ain't!
may as well be drinking paint.

I'm so sick of feeling crap
writing this self-pitying rap
then in college
sometimes snap
storm off home and take a nap.
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late sundays make me chuckle.

I just had to share that i've started just now an draft of drama coursework. I know it's only eight, but i may have been drinking wine. And, sherry. and i just changed my background to this:

TILED, so there's about twenty of that face all over my desk top. I'd written:

"Illustrate how the group planned for a wide range of responses from the audience

In order for a piece of theatre to have lasting value on an audience..."

then i reached for my sherry and now i cannot stop laughing at myself. God help me.
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encountering the jolly locals

At Hannah and Nacy's party on Saturday last we all hopped the fence to go hang out in the park.

So heading back we hear this shout of
"Look, we're not gonna hurt you or anyfink cud you please just cum ova here for a moment."
me- "Well..i'm not gonna hurt...*hic* you either, so yeah. Yeah we'll come and enjoy this mutual safe-ness."
Miranda said something nice and they had the kind of friendly conversation that i am TOTALLY incapable of.
so they chatted and told us about how they dropped out of school like we're sopposed to look and them and think, "Wow, getting back on track, that's beautiful, what strong poeple you are. In a park. In the Autumn. At...11:30. wearing puffa-gillettes."

And Ginger is trying to return to the party and hop into her Mothers car, getting her intense pain away from social situations so i say-
"Well Ginger, let's go. I'll...protect you."
for no other reason than i'd been drinking Bull's Blood. Only one of the girls stops me and this happened-

her- "Listen, i'm not bein nasty right?"
Me- "Well, neither am I, so it's all...WONDERFUL..."
her- "Yeah, i ain't bein mean but you know wot you said earlier when we were coming over we said we we'rnt gonna hurt you and you said you weren't gonna hurt us eiver?"
Me- "Yeah, thas right. It was like, a totally painless liason."
her- "Well, i'm not being nasty right, but you couldn't hurt me if you tried."
Me- "Ok then. I won't bother."
her- "Yeah, i ain't being nasty, but you couldn't hurt me if you tried."

...well i knew Ginger was in pain, so i started the Dylan Moran bit in an attempt to cheer her up-

Me- "I know, I know, i'm not a fighter, i'm a bleeder. The best that could happen would be for me to drown some-one in my own blood."
her- "Well, i'm not being nasty right, but you couldn't hurt me if you tried."
Me- "..."
her- "Well, i'm not being nasty right, but you couldn't hurt me if you tried."
her- "Well, i'm not being nasty right, but you couldn't hurt me if you tried."
her- "Well, i'm not being nasty right, but you couldn't hurt me if you tried."
her- "Well, i'm not being nasty right, but you couldn't hurt me if you tried."

i was beginning to wonder if a needle in her brain got stuck in a groove or something. What can you say? i was standing there thinking
'...I Know. you are six feet tall and eight feet wide and your only nine years old. and the puffer Gillette you are wearing is of ugly bronzed hue. So you could kick my ass, what do you want, a fucking biscuit?'

sadly no-one could save me because Ginger was so pained she was doubling over and Miranda and Ben were outside of this little conversation. I just don't understand...People.
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Bozzio strikes again.

Looks like our ZPZ show wasn't the only example of Terry getting his rocks of from slamming his limbs into things.

Actually, that's a drumming injury. Zappa is dangerous music. It proves how good it is.
  Dunno what Dweeze did to his finger. I haven't the patience to read the rest.

Docter of journalism

dealing with hangover-easy method

6:45-Wake up.
some people have headaches as hangovers, but these people are inhuman. Your internal gigga-ma-jaggers will be in termoil. Try streatching your legs out for temporary relife.

6:50- Go to bathroom
6:52- Rest/read.
Lying down like this allows your illness to take full effect, so you know what you are dealing with.

7:00- move from bed to sofa. Allow nausea to build as you watch TV. Good nausea building programmes enclude educational tv for three year olds or decorating programmes with that skinny woman with red hair.
If you don't have a tv, try doing some homework. The concentration needed will work a treat.

this is the fun part! because once you're done and you've regained conciousness, the taste and ease with which yesterday's stomach lining was rejected will guide you to your next actions.

If it is pure acid (a red wine hangover), take an antiacid and drink some cold milk.
If it is luquidy and foul (cidre, or beer) drink cold water and continue vomiting.

They say you shouldn't drink cold things during hangovers, because it is hard on the stomache to have an extreme temperature. This is bollocks. It's not exactly going to stay cold at 37 degrees C down there, and the coolness of it will help to bring down your hang-over temperature!

8:00 people are beggining to wake up, and you should be feeling better. If not, taking some cold water, go out on a very long walk, eventually crashing out on some old station side as the sickness leaves and exhaustion sets in. Depending on how pathetic you look, people may throw money at you, so you can but more water on the way home.
(note, this can actually happen, and it's such a good cause!)

of course the moral you should take away from this is -never to drink so much in the first place!
(Unless you need something to wake you up early)
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