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Tuesday, 25 October 2011

New york and.... yeah.

Was eating my pizza, decided to do this, not quite sure why but voila.

New York was really good fun. The pizza there was better than the pizza above (although that was pretty yummy despite looking quite mank in that pic). I flew out Friday and left there Sunday night, so I got back Monday morning. Tiring stuff. My pops was a pilot so we got standby flights which so it's not a big waste of money only going for a weekend.

On Friday night we just went and got ourselves some food, went back to my sister Maeve's apartment and crashed from exhaustion. Getting through immigration in JFK is horseshit. It takes ages. So tiring.

Saturday I had my trapezing lesson real early, we got a taxi to the wrong place first, then had to leg it in another taxi to the right place. Trapezing is GREAT.
This is a pretty crap video of my second swing, but it's the only video I have at the moment I'm afraid.
I felt so retarded on my final go. I was pretty dehydrated at the stage and was kinda tired. The idea was instead of putting your legs on the bar, just put your heels on it and then let go of your hands at the last second when you go forward and sorta swing free of the swing. But muggins here let go of my hands way to early and basically did an entire swing hanging just by my heels, presumably looking ridiculous. Although I'm still kinda surprised as to how I managed to stay on hanging just by my heels. I don't have it on video so sozzle sticks kids.

That night we went to see the Sister Act musical, which was pretty good. The first half was pretty funny, the second half was really predictable and kinda dragged on. Not sure if starting to feel really tired had anything to do with it.

On Sunday we went for a walk through central park which was cool. Happened across elmo just sitting on a bench chilling there. And the "Afrobats" were there, some pretty cool gymnastic comedians. They wore fake afro's, hence the name. Good fun to watch, especially since my sister Maeve got picked out as one of the people who the guy did a front flip over!

The flight home was eventless, I watched a movie called "Super-8" which I had heard about from my housemates in Kenya. Loads of them went to see it and all but one proclaimed it the biggest piece of shit ever. They all seemed to think I might like it however, which I thought was a bit weird since they all said they hated it. Anyways I watched it and thought it was alright. Not great but the kid actors had a really cute relationship, the plot outside of the 2 of them was pretty cliché.

Arrived back on monday morning, just in time for these lovely floods we're having here.

I'm not particularly in love with this song, but the lyrics are real good.

Wednesday, 19 October 2011

Night time.

My short term memory is awful and my long term memory is even worse, and my short term memory is pretty awful too. I've gotten really bad at remembering thing's people tell me. I find myself the whole time these days remembering the guts of a conversation I had with somebody but forgetting the most important details they told me. It's reallyyy annoying.

I'm heading to NYC this friday, provided I remember to go, should be cooool. Going with my sister to see my sister just for the weekend. Going staff-travel since the dad was a pilot so it's standby, would suck to get stuck over there or not get to go over..... Gonna be getting a trapeezing lesson on Saturday morning! Trapeezing is something I'd never really have thought about doing before but now that I'm signed up for a lesson I'm pretty excited for it!

I've to meet my supervisor for my project tomorrow and tell him that I've not got done what I had set out to do.... And I have a test worth 15% of that subject but it's open book and we can talk to whoever is sitting beside us so hopefully it won't be too bad. I imagine it will still be quite tough though....


Friday, 14 October 2011

If it was possible to overdose on a song....

I'd overdose on this:

It's awesome in all the ways a song can be awesome.
Well, I actually can't stand over that statement given that the lyrics could literally be anything.
Shakira is just so friggin' hot. When she says the word "kiki" I swoon. Her voice is only matched in hottness by her actual physical  hotness, which is only beat by her sexy fucking voice. I realise I've created some sort of infinite loop/paradox there which seems to increase forever, which I think is the only way to accurately describe Shakira.

Wednesday, 12 October 2011

The Mysteries of girls and IP

I don't know if I'll do any more actual drawing drawings because they're not very clear and it's a pain photographing it. Anyway here's this.

--I still can't be sure as to why I couldn't ping her IP that day.

For your consideration: sooo want.

Saturday, 8 October 2011

Requiem for a dream

I read an arcticle... And I'm going to post on facebook that I read this article. Not because I want you to read it. Just because I want everybody to know that I'm the sort of person who reads news articles.

I actually make a point of not clicking on those articles just so it doesn't pop up on my facebook page that I was reading whatever article and thereby look like a sap myself. It's a tricky life.

Requiem for a dream is such a good movie.. This post is about the other sort of dream though.

I had this girl before who I loved, soulmates kind of thing. Unfortunately I woke up and she went back to not existing. It's a sad and lonely story really and it happened a year or 2 or 3 ago, it's hard to remember when dreams occurred. The last day I was thinking, imagine waking up and realizing loads of the most important people in your life were actually just dreamt up and never really existed. Then of course I realised this in a way happened to me before in that dream. Obviously it doesn't make me sad because I know she never existed and I have no recollection of her, as in no dreamt memories of spending time together. So is that how I would feel if I woke up and realized someone who I actually have a lot of memories with never existed? Or would it be different because I have memories of doing things with people I know. Would any of that matter? What would you rather if this happened to you; that you kept memories of everything you did together or that you lost them all and only had a vague recollection of how this person made you feel?

This is awful waffle stuff, I SWEAR I'M NOT ON DRUGS!

Not sure if I've embedded this song before but it's of a suitable mood:

Saturday, 1 October 2011

Wanna hear a joke?

- Okay, it's really good though so I'll have to tell you it bit by bit..  1 0 0 1 1 0 1 0 

I had an amusing observation earlier on today, maybe it was just to me or the circumstances but whatever I'll say it anyway. Whenever you look around and can't hear what people are talking about imagine they're describing their bits to whoever is listening. It's actually very funny.