Adventures of an elegant klutz

My dad has just given me a FANTASTIC idea for a novel.
I have the complete plot, outline, characters, everything...
Problem is I just don't think I'm ready to write it just yet.

It's sure as hell going in storage til I am tho.

In the meantime... anyone wanna inspire me with a short story idea?

Otherwise read as: Oi! Arwen! Your, 'I'm giving you one word/ concept, and you're giving me a story in 2 days' thing worked SO well last time... can we repeat it, please? You're one of the few people I like AND respect enough (or, whose work I respect enough) for it to work... Other people who fit into this category, or think they should do (shroom?), please don't be shy about bullying/ enticing/ bribing me into writing. No, really. Especially bribing.

Did anyone else see the George Harrison tribute concert last night?
Dad and I just caught a bit of it, but it was pretty good. I had a crash course in Beatles history because dad kept saying that his (George's) son looked uncannily like him, and I said I'd never seen pictures of the Beatles that young - so out came the huge anthology, and he's right, the resemblance is uncanny. My head is now filled with obscure beatles knowledge and quotes :)

I ended up going back to peter's house the other night when he came round. The plan was to buy a bag of weed and spend a hazy evening together, but that fell through. We still had a good long talk though.
Is it true Ouzo is made from squids? He didn't think to mention this to his best vegetarian friend until the next afternoon.... grrr....

Peter, family and friend were going to an art exhibition yesterday, so I ended up going along with them. Artbrussel is a yearly showcase where galleries from all over europe come and display work. It's huge. I was a little intimidated at first - artists and people at art exhibitions tend to look fantastic and give off vibes of 'I am much better and know much more than you'. The place was full of eccentrically dressed stick insects smoking french cigarettes and drinking the 7E a glass champagne (I thought artists were supposed to be poor?)
But then I realised that thanks to years of hanging around with Peter, I probably know more about art history than most of them, and even if I didn't, I still have an opinion. which was, incidentally, that a lot of it was awful.
There were some beauties though, and I could easily have spent a whole day in there.
Note to self: check out more of Erwin Olaf's photography. Especially the Girls series.

Last night, went to see Big Fish with mum and dad.
It was alright. A lot less dark and more schmaltzy than I had expected, but enjoyable.

Unfortunately, 3 days has been long enough for me to remember why I never liked living here. That's a rant for a whole different post tho.

despite the fact I got up ridiculously late and have, in reality, done fuck all today, I am still feeling good and energised as neil and I have just rung a few truck companies, and it looks like we are now well on the way to actually having a truck for pride. yay! Neil even managed to wrangle us a student discount.

I like this co-chair thingy, next year is gonna be FUN :)

knackered.
No sleep for 2 days and getting up in 3 hours to go to hungary. Optimistic tho.
Wish I could talk to people but no time
Umm...

Went to bi meeting in brighton tonight. rocked! Will def go back


Still knackered

G'night all...
(no postcards will be sent as I know noone's addresses. Maybe the housemates.)

I finally badgered Neil into signing up... Is it because he's drunk?!
anyway, he can now be found at
insane_nurse
He's one of the only people I know I don't try to kill when they use bad grammar or misspell, but that's only because he's dyslexic... or as he prefers, 'gramatically challenged'. I may still poke him with forks for abusing the exclamation mark the way he does though. The only reason I haven't so far is because he's so nice (awwww).

Anyway, go! Friend him, chat, and generally bother him. He loves it ;) (and so will you).

Not much time, just wanted to say last night was fantastic - thankyou stompyboots!
And I just had an email to say I don't need to go to my horrible english seminarand have a week's extension on the essay..

Hurrah!!

I have completely failed to sleep, again.
I went to bed and everything, but ended up just lying there watching the sky get lighter, and then it was 7am and I had to get up soon anyway, so I did.
oh well.

Things I want to do today: ( Read more... )

More general goals: ( Read more... )

And my life will be sorted. Simple.

hmm, well it hasn't been this bad in... a long time.
I just _cannot_ sleep. No doubt I won't be saying that halfway through the 10am lecture. If I make it.

However, Juliette hasn't been sleeping either as she's been reading, so I've been keeping her company. And, because I'm just such a good natured soul, have spent the past hour or two so making her a screensaver.
She asked for lots of pictures of ladies with nice boobs, I was only doing what she asked.
and if that meant I had to spend ages trawling through pics on bme, suicide girls, and various softcore net porn sites, so be it. I'm just that good a friend.

This weekend I have...
got drunk lots
sat around inside
sent odile various numbers she's needed...

Keep meaning to do stuff but somehow can't. tried to go to the pub last night but couldn't - too many scary people.
My mind's not working :s

And right now..
Shroom is in notts, SPOSED to be meeting up with someone, but hasn't, and we now can't get through to her, other person, or anyone else who might be out...

worried house...

argh

Stayed up all night to finish my essay, did very well.
Went in for my english seminar, and that went well until the tutor said, 'right, so now I'll take in all your essays'... umm... essays?! Luckily they were unassessed so wasn't too bad (this is what happens when you do something that isn't your degree for 2 weeks)..
Went on to my philosophy seminar, feeling good as I had 2 copies of my essay all ready for submission... until Kate kindly informed me that I should have submitted it to the office, not to the tutor, half an hour ago... argh! So gave it in, but late, and have lost 10% without it even being marked. I. am. a. plank.
Remainder of day wasn't much better... Came back from handing in essay (missed part of seminar to go), had concilitory cigarette outside building.. and out walked my tutor. Damn... I'm not s'posed to be inside, no, really...

Once things have started to go wrong and you haven't eaten or slept your brain gets all paranoid and tells you horrible things.. notlistening is the hard part.
I came home, downed 2 pints and most of a bottle of wine and ranted at my housemates. It helps. Some things are still worrying me though..

Bah *takes another gulp of wine*

IdontcarerightnowImjustgonnadrinklotsandtrynottodamageanything.