Beanbags

Beanbags take a surprising amount of beans.

I could draw a lovely analogy about life and beans and something about bags but I really can't be bothered.

Sleep is overrated.

I must.

Music

Recently added:

Morning Musume (J-pop; i have no excuse)
Radiohead; The Bends
The Rapture; Echos
Sting; Fields of Gold
The Hush Sound; Goodbye Blues
Hercules and Love Affair: self-titled
Doves; The Last Broadcast
Nick & Norah's Infinite Playlist; OST
Girl Talk; Night Ripper
Conor Oberst & The Mystic Valley Band; Outer South
Panda Bear; Person Pitch
Blue King Brown; Stand Up
Animal Collective; Strawberry Jam
Scandal; Yah! Yah! Yah! Hello Scandal!
Fleet Foxes; self-titled
Fleet Foxes; Fleet Foxes EP
Lupe Fiasco; The Cool
No Age; Nouns
Umphrey's McGee; Mantis
Vivian Girls; self titled
Yeah Yeah Yeahs; It's Blitz
Lykke Li: Youth Novel
The Grates; Teeth Lost, Hearts Won

Sleep

"You look tired" she said with a tone that suggested a deep concern, "what's wrong?"
"No nothing, just the usual lack of sleep, you know how it is" I replied, trying to brush it off.
"No seriously, what's wrong?"
I couldn't tell her.

How can I tell her that I spent the last 2 hours online listening to youtube recordings of Ryuichi Sakamoto's beautiful musical scores while reading wiki articles about Thundercats and Dinoriders and how even though Dinoriders lasted 8 short episodes, it was revolutionary for its time and it is hopefully getting remade into a CGI blockbuster in eastern europe.

How?

It's impossible. Best to pretend I'm just scared of living.

<100 words

I've found that I can't write anything longer than 100 words on this thing.

Might give the hand writing thing a shot.

Random Conversations

"How about 'blood drops'?"
"Blood drops? How morbid." I respond. She always had a knack of saying the most random things, it was probably why I liked to talk to her so much.
"Yeah, I love it."

Blood drops, I'm sure she loved it. Personally, I blame it all on that 'Twilight' rubbish.

I'd been trying for a while to get back into my writing, but a complete lack of inspiration was hampering my progress. And work had been seeping into every vestige of my life to such an extent that I was finding it near impossible to find some quiet time for my writing. It was in a passing conversation with her that brought all this up.

"Blood drops just sounds so cool, you know? You can talk about a murder, or a vampire or something like that" she suggested, with a gleam in her eye. Again with the 'Twilight' nonsense.

"Mmm yeh, I could," I began, "but its not really my style you know?" I like a more random angle, preferably one without death and blood.

Basking in the Glory

With the shackles that was my CA exam thrown to the wayside, I have returned triumphant.

But I've run out of things to say.