mine all mine

Mon, 05 May 2008 18:20:17 GMT

hahaha forgot this existed,a place to whine and whine and whine and whine and whine, I WANT TO GO TO YALE, IM A YALE NOW LOERELI!

Fri, 15 Sep 2006 21:09:43 GMT

you can have your book back, i dont know what it means anyway

Thu, 07 Sep 2006 17:43:43 GMT

so frustrated

OH

MY

GOD

Tue, 29 Aug 2006 20:43:54 GMT

my aunties house has a big store of food in the basement, im lookin forward to jaffa cakes

Thu, 13 Jul 2006 21:36:36 GMT

An empty house is not a home, like an empty head is not a mind.

Wed, 05 Jul 2006 16:07:58 GMT

i think if they played james blunt at my wedding i would file for devorce right away, sounds drastic but those are the rules...looks over shoulder, makes a discovery

http://dev.evangelicalfellowshipofcanada.ca/contentimages/Vision%20Canada_Emmaus%20.jpg

the guy at the back in blue is the one and only....

http://www.beholdingeye.com/stock/images/A0809A01.jpg

...bill oddie

noah, final fantasy is so cool, you have to watch it, the fights are amazing, very little plot content though

Fri, 02 Jun 2006 09:39:20 GMT

JESSE LACEY IS COMING TO THE UK!!!
i dont care where in the uk cora, we are going, even if my life depends on it, we will see jesse, even if you hate him, its someone we have to see live

Tue, 30 May 2006 23:02:28 GMT

Hello.
Your friend.
Mike.
x

Fri, 26 May 2006 20:48:40 GMT

cant sleep...what to do, what to do

Mon, 22 May 2006 19:56:44 GMT

theres a loud thump outside my door, i think toms just fallen down the stairs, i should be really concerned but its always really funnny, and he has this bar in his leg from when he broke it, and it normally gets nocked out of place when he falls down stuff, so hell spend the next few days limping, its kinda cool having a fat pice of metal in him, partially because its a fat piece of metal in my brother, but also, you can get those (lol, tom just came in, and said hes trapped a nerve in his leg and 'its agony...hes moaning and moaning and making a big thing out of it 'im getting too old for this' then mum asks him why his shoes are on, and in the calmest, non pain like voice he says ' i went oustide for a fag' then back to moaning) as i was saying, its kinda fun sticking those magnetic letters to his leg, its cheaper than a tattoo, and when hes finished, he can take off the letters C-O-C-K

ok it wasnt a rant about tom, but hes just put his head round the door and asked what nhoj is...then he clicks, and shouts out its john backwards, wierd

al i wanted to say was, i was stopped in school today but a teacher WHO TAUGHT ME FOR 4 YEARS, and she asked if i go to the shcool or i was just passing through. then i took my hat off and she said 'youre the one with the green hair' then i just walked off and didnt say anything to her...

in other news, im more than halfway thhrough resident evil 4, its my aeroplane, but its given me a headache...dies

mics are for singing, not swinging

Mon, 08 May 2006 19:52:50 GMT

for anyone who cares, adam lazzara is so cool, he can swing his mike like a pro, and do all the tricks, just thought id share this with all, what happens when adams not on form, they end up singing two songs minus their bassist whilst he gets all bandaged up

http://www.youtube.com/results?search=taking+back+sunday%2C+adam+mic&search_type=search_videos

Sat, 06 May 2006 11:06:00 GMT

...we do what we can...

the reason i hate telly tubbies, black paint and paint fumes...

Wed, 03 May 2006 19:21:39 GMT

very much work in progress...

i promise to resize the next one...

Tue, 02 May 2006 15:16:17 GMT

i hate our tumble tryer, it sits in the hall and makes a noise every five minutes, still, someone who lives in our hose loves it...

im kinda sad posting pictures of my cat, please dont leave comments if you are just gonna say 'awwww its so cute' nothing that sits at my bedroom door at 7 in the morning and howls for me to wake up and open it is cute...

Tim: It's been eighteen years, Mike, where did you think he was?

Mon, 01 May 2006 19:58:27 GMT

Beginnings [1.1]

Tim:: You're scared of mice and spiders, but oh-so-much greater is your fear that one day the two species will cross-breed to form an all-powerful race of mice-spiders who will immobilize human beings in giant webs in order to steal cheese.

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Daisy:: Do you want another cup of tea?
Tim:Ooh, no thanks, twelve's my limit.

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Daisy: What do you do Brian?
Brian: I'm an artist.
Tim: I'm an artist.
Daisy: Oh, what kind of thing do you do?
Brian: Anger. Pain. Fear. Aggression.
Daisy: Watercolors or...?
Brian: It's a bit more complex than that.
Daisy: Tim does cartoons.
Tim: It's a bit more complex than that.

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Daisy: Do you rent downstairs?
Brian: D'you mean am I gay?
Daisy: What?
Brian: D'you mean am I gay?
Daisy: No, I meant "are you renting the downstairs flat?"
Brian: Oh, right. Yep, sort of.
Tim: Are you gay?
Brian: What?
Tim: Are you gay?
Brian: No.

Gatherings [1.2]

Mike: Wanna go into your party?
Tim: But they were playing 'The Timewarp'. I hate 'The Timewarp'.
Mike: Daisy likes it.
Tim: So what? I hate it. It's boil-in-the-bag perversion for sexually repressed accountants and first-year drama students with too many posters of Betty Blue, The Blues Brothers, Big Blue and Blue Velvet on their blue bloody walls.

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Tim: What is this? This is rubbish. We should be listening to firm young melodies, kicking tunes, thumping bass... God I sound so stupid.

Art [1.3]

Daisy:: You're up early.
Tim: Oh, I haven't been to bed. Me and Mike met up with these two Scottish guys in the pub and they gave us all this cheap speed.
Daisy: Oh Tim, that's so tacky.
Tim: Yeah I know, but y'know they were so nice. I think if we'd said no they'd have got offended and beaten us to death with a pool cue.

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Vulva: Abstract expressionism is so mid-to-late eighties.

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Tim: You know when you said it went well? Well, when you said well, did you mean shite?

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Daisy: Right, I'm going to the shops. D'you want anything?
Tim: Porn.
Daisy: Tim, I'm not going to buy you porn. You can get it from railway sidings like everybody else.
Tim: I can't, I'm an adult. I'm supposed to leave it there.

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Vulva: [noticing Brian at the after-show party] Oh Brian, you came!
Brian: No, I just spilt my drink.

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Tim: [On Resident Evil] It's a subtle blend of lateral thinking and extreme violence.
Brian: What, like "It's A Knock Out"?

Battles [1.4]

Tim: We're going paintballing later.
Daisy: I thought Mike was banned?
Tim: Only for six months.
Daisy: Oh, yeah? And how does that poor accountant feel about that?

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Brian: Can I borrow a tea-bag?
Tim: [sarcastically] Only if you bring it back. [pauses] You can HAVE a tea-bag, Brian, you can't borrow one. [turns around, sees Brian dressed as a painting] You've got paint on you.
Brian: It's a literal tribute to the reflexivity of Rembrandt.
Tim: Did he like it?
Brian: He's dead.
Tim: Ooh, well that really backfired, then.
Brian: What are you playing?
Tim: Tomb Raider 3.
Brian: She's drowning.
Tim: Yeah.
Brian: Is that the point of the game?
Tim: Depends what mood you're in really.
Brian: What sort of mood are you in then?
Tim: Well, I got a letter from my ex-girlfriend this morning, 3 months too late, exlaining why she dumped me. It was full of 'you'll always be special' and 'I'll always love you' platitudes designed to make me feel better whilst simultaneously appeasing her deep seated sense of guilt for running off with a slimy little city boy called Duane and destroying my faith in everything which is good and pure.
Brian: So it didn't really work then.
Tim: No, it made me wanna drown things!

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Paintball player: Gosh, this is so exciting!
Mike: This your first time, kid?
Paintball player: I'm thirty-six.
Mike: This your first time, old man?
Paintball player: Yeah. I've always fancied myself as a bit of a soldier.
Tim: Yeah, I've always fancied myself.
Mike: I've always fancied you...
Tim: [quickly] Not here!
Paintball player: You've done this before, then?
Mike: You could say that.
Paintball player: What do you mean?
Mike: Well, let's just say the last time I was in this situation, I wasn't using a paintball gun.
Paintball player: [in awe] You've seen combat?
Mike: Yes, yes I have.
Paintball player: Where?
Mike: Umm, on the television!
Paintball player: But you just said the last time you were in this situation you didn't use a paintball gun!
Tim: He didn't.
Paintball player: Well, what did you use?
Mike: Erm, it was a big stick...?

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Duane: See Tim, that's the difference between you and I. Organization. Careful thinking. Forward planning. And that is why I sleep in the arms of a beautiful woman and you spend your evenings alone in your bedsit. With cheap porn.
Tim: It's not a bedsit. It's a flat. [Shoots Duane in the groin]

Chaos [1.5]

Daisy: In the end, our relationship was just like a sandwich toaster. You know, you just forget you've got one. And it just sits there on the top of the cupboard collecting a layer of greasy fudge. And even if you do see it you just assume it's broken, you think if it's working I'd be using it all the time, but you don't and it just sits there. Then one day, you get an overwhelming desire for toasted sandwiches, you know? And you get it down and it works, and you can't believe it, you know? And then you make every kind of toasted sandwich there is, you have toasted sandwich parties. You make Marmite and cheese, chocolate and...
Tim: Pilchards.
Daisy: Banana and...
Bilbo: Acorns.
Daisy: Acorns. And then as quickly as the desire comes, it just goes. And then you put the toaster sandwich maker away. And, you know what?
Tim: What?
Daisy: You don't miss it.
Bilbo: So what you're saying is 'Don't hide the toasted sandwich maker away, use him regularly and you'll get the most out of him'.
Tim: No, she's saying 'Chuck your boyfriend, have a sandwich'.

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Mike: When friends are concerned, sacrifices have to be made.
Tim: You mean we kill the dog?
Mike: [whilst nodding] No...
Tim: Spoil sport.

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Brian: That's chaos theory. The belief that the future is in fact a mathematically predictable preordained system.
Daisy: So somewhere out there in the vastness of the unknown there's an... equation for predicting the future?
Brian: An equation so complex as to utterly defy possibility of comprehension by even the most brilliant human mind, but an equation nonetheless.
Tim: [in dawning realization] Oh my god...
Brian: What?
Daisy: What?
Tim: I've got some fucking Jaffa Cakes in my coat pocket.

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Epiphanies [1.6]

Ends [1.7]

Season 2

Back [2.1]

Agent: Daisy Steiner?
Brian: Yes...
Agent: Are you Daisy Steiner?
Brian: No...

Change [2.2]

[To a young Star Wars: The Phantom Menace fan]
Tim: You are so blind! You so do not understand! You weren't there at the beginning. You don't know how good it was! How important! This is it for you! This jumped-up firework display of a toy advert! People like you make me sick! What's wrong with you? Now, I don't care if you've saved up all your fifty 'p's, take your pocket money and get out!
[The little boy runs off, crying]
Tim: What a prick.

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Bilbo Bagshot: I was like you once. Blonde hair. Scraggly little beard. Childlike ears. Full of beans, and spunk. I let my principles get in the way of things. I punched a guy out once for saying "Hawk the Slayer" was rubbish.
Tim: Good for you.
Bilbo Bagshot: Yeah, thanks. But that's not the point, Tim. The point is I was defending the fantasy genre with terminal intensity, when what I should have said was "Dad, you're right, but let's give Krull a try and we'll discuss it later." [pause] "The Phantom Menace" was eighteen months ago, Tim!
Tim: I know Bilbo, but... it still hurts, you know? I mean, that kid wanted a Jar Jar doll!
Bilbo: Kids like Jar Jar!
Tim: Why?
Bilbo Bagshot: What about the Ewoks eh? They were rubbish. You don't complain about them.
Tim: Yeah but Jar Jar Binks makes the Ewoks look like... fuckin'... Shaft.

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DSS Woman: How long have you been unemployed, Mr Bisley?
Tim: Uh, about an hour and a half.
DSS Woman: Have you been looking for work?
Tim: [laughs, then sees she's serious] Um, no.
DSS Woman: Why did you leave your last job?
Tim: [nochalantly] Uh, a difference of opinion...
DSS Woman: The Phantom Menace?
Tim: [pauses, then, cautiously] Yes...
DSS Woman: Didn't you like it?
Tim: [still cautiously] No...
DSS Woman: Well, [taps nose conspiratorially] you leave this with me. I'll get you some money out in the next few days.

Mettle [2.3]

Daisy: [on Tim and Mike's robot] What does "T.F.U" stand for?
Tim: Uh... The Fuckest Upest.

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Robot Club Leader: Gentlemen, welcome to Robot Club. The first rule of Robot Club is, you do not talk about about Robot Club. The second rule of Robot Club is, YOU DO NOT TALK ABOUT Ro… wait, I… got that wrong. [Unfolding a crumpled up piece of paper and pushing up his glasses] The second rule is, no smoking.
Tim: Why aren't we allowed to smoke?
Mike: Not allowed to talk about it.

Help [2.4]

Tyres: Mine's a pint of the black stuff.
Mike: You can't drink a pint of Bovril.

Gone [2.5]

Duane Benzie: I haven't seen you since...
Tim: Yeah, well. No hard feelings, eh?
Duane Benzie: You shot me in the bollocks, Tim.
Tim: Yeah, well, like I say. No hard feelings.

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Romford Thug: This ain't grass.
Romford Thug Leader: What?
Romford Thug: It's oregano.
Romford Thug Leader: How can you tell?
Romford Thug: I'm a catering student.

Dissolution [2.6]

[Discussing Twist]
Tim: She's shallow, Brian. She's like Cordelia out of Buffy the Vampire Slayer, and latterly Angel, the spin off series which is set in LA.
Brian: Don't know what you're talking about.
Tim: Brian, you're such a square!

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Mike: I'm glad you're happy with your new girlfriend, Tim. Just don't forget whose shoulder you cried on when the last one dumped you.
Tim: I won't.
Mike: Or when Johnny Alpha got killed by that big flying monster in 2000AD.

Leaves [2.7]

Daisy: Colin's gone.
Tim: What?
Daisy: He went next door.
Tim: Oh, Daisy, I'm so sorry. How did it happen?
Daisy: He... walked.
Tim: Right, right, sorry. See, my mum used to use "going next door" as a euphemism for being dead.
Mike: Whoa, hold on, does that mean my rabbit's dead?
Tim: It's been eighteen years, Mike, where did you think he was?
Mike: [whimpers] Next door!

Mon, 01 May 2006 11:08:46 GMT

banana hammock
(that is all)

someday you will find me caught beneath the landslide....

Sun, 30 Apr 2006 21:00:07 GMT

ok, im bored, i need to restart my computer, but i cant atm, because im printing summin out for my portfolio, which is for my interview i have a week on wednesday, and yeah, i cant really get a lift up there, so may have to walk cross town to the uni, holding a shed load of art projects ive done, i really dont want to, anyway, slowly my portfolio pulls together, but if im honest im probably doing the wrong thing, sitting down and drawing anything really doesnt excite me, and i know for a fact that the entire first term is drawing, i dont even have any drawing work in my portfolio atm, and i havnt told anyone this yet, but i may have lost a considerable amount of work somewhere, ah well, i enjoy a challenge at sometimes, if i dont get the place, i dont get it...on the whole art subject, weekend, raphiels brother! amazing, i recongised him, but couldnt work out why, untill i saw his buisness card and realised who he was related to, yeah spent a day spraypainting with him and ian, frustrating at times, because noone had planned it out muchos, but yeah, got a canvas and a unit of work out of it. pictures...

im considering my canvas as a collaboration, i would never work freehand, i just did the background and let him do the freehand while me and ian played on the bucking bronco, but considering the muscles in my arse and thighs today, was a mistake, so yeah, pleased with my stencil work,maybe i should have left it without foreground.

ians canvas, i feel rude, its the only one of his canvas finished i have :( its not a great representation, well get more on tuesaday when we take them to school

...then it all went wrong and i fell off...

in other news, i have singlehandedly managed to completely alienate myself from the rest of my family, except the cat, whos desperately trying to push away the laptop so she can sit on my knee, shes actually pretty happy sitting on the laptop, so yeah, annoyed everyone, branching out further than my family tonight, im selfish and theres plenty of things about me i need to change pretty soon, because ive come to the opinion im not really a nice person, or thats how it feels, so yeah, feels like a list of things in my head that people have said annoy them, thats why im sat alone in the living room right now, ah well...means potentially i could sit here naked...and on fire?

and finalllllyy

lol, thats huge, unlucky, i cant be bothered to resize

yeah i want to play this time, sam offered bass to me, and i actually emailed him to say maybe if i liked his songs, after giving him a straight no this morning, but im hoping to pull it together and get the whole frontman thing going in a seperate project, i was unsure, then this weekend, hearing one of the bands that played last time, their singer was really off, and i spent the whole time wishing i could just jump up there and show him how to do it, he didnt even have guitar, its alot like gareths philosiphy over going to see dj live, you hate it because you spend the whole time wanting to do it yourself, im like that, except only if the band is crap, if the band is good, ill let them carry on and appreciate the guitars...

ah well, who knows, i feel ive ranted enough, just needed to write down stuff in my head, stupid art folio, me being the centre of alot of peoples annoyance (i should just hide from society, like a hunchback, then noone would be annoyed my me)...peace out whoever reads this and cares

Thu, 20 Apr 2006 17:51:41 GMT

stress affects us all, in different ways, im worried about how its effects us this time

Tue, 18 Apr 2006 18:07:55 GMT

Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah, in other news, i just found my plectrum. my last... happy easter everyone btw

i dont do this very often but....

Mon, 17 Apr 2006 14:13:33 GMT

i need a poo...nothing much to say reallllyyyy, except, they only put little ships in bottles because the little sailors are extremely dangerous in open water...

wow, rich text mode is awesome

such a whore for colour, mmmmmm

that is all friends, be rich text mode, it is the way forward, or backwards if you are looking the wrong way. think deep, rich text mode is a state of mind, be rich text. hmmm. ok google says it cant find a person called richard text...

Tue, 04 Apr 2006 15:20:07 GMT

just...what...the...hell

searching random lj's is fun...

Wed, 22 Mar 2006 22:16:46 GMT

'Have you ever had one of those days where you are sitting somewhere and out of the blue you think to yourself..."Am I wearing underpants?"

Not something that's ever happened to me.
Just a thought.'

'My new highlighters are retractable and remind me of tampons.'

'Skorts rock my world.'

nice guys finish last

Tue, 21 Mar 2006 16:50:36 GMT

you go through all day being ignored, its wierd, school full of people, and not one really wants to spend any time with you, crushes me some days, you get this smile because you think it will be a good day, and then noone wants to know. when you try so hard and noone seems to notice how hard you try its crippling, you keep it up though because you want to, you keep on smiling so everyone else is happy. its just crushing sometimes when the nice guy finishes last and noone notices him or praises him. you often go massively out of your way for these people. ah well, unlucky for some eh? you stand tall anyway. i cant stop listening to this song, could be the lyrics or whatever, just really nice:

You're just a face in the crowd
A tiny hole in the cloud
You're trying to find your way in
To let your soul shine back out
We're just a twist in a seam
A splash of paint on a screen
We're making all kinds of shapes
Somehow we can straighten out the bends

This is our time, we can't rewind
Our place to shine out, we can live it anyway
This is our time, to feel sublime
Our place to shine now, and we can do it anyway
We can't rewind

Do you think we can change?
A different color and shade
I guess a new kind of thing
Somehow we can straighten out the bends

This is our time, we can't rewind
Our place to shine out, and we can live it anyway
This is our time, to feel sublime
A place to shine now, we can do it anyway
Oh yes, we can do it our way then

Stop taking me for a fool now
Yeah, I've got this feeling inside me
But I guess you knew
We can work it out
We can find some place new
We can't rewind
We can't rewind

You're just a face in the crowd
A tiny hole in a cloud

This is our time, we can't rewind
Our place to shine out, and we can live it anyway
This is our time, to feel sublime
A place to shine now, and we can do it anyway

This is our time, we can't rewind
Our place to shine out, we can do it anyway
This is our time, to feel sublime
A place to shine now, and we can do it anyway

yeah, nice, who cares...W H A T E V E R...

Sat, 18 Mar 2006 18:23:58 GMT

aite so im really really bored, it wont get any better tonight, im all alone. parents have left me and tom is gone...somewhere. im not that tired, but stress of homework and jazz is gonna get to me tonight and make me feel bad, i knows it i do, atm i cant stop looking at my art work, not that its that good, just you can look at it and think,what can i do better, what needs work, where can i change it, whats wrong, runs to add a bit to picture, no really i just did. i need to move on. so here it is...

its now sat opposite me and with paintbrushes hidden, someone please tell me its good and needs no more, even though its a blurry photo...

now mike explores his pc and various cds full of photos for photos for his portfolio, fun

so bored

Wed, 15 Mar 2006 22:07:53 GMT

all day ive had the draft for some email and whats on my mind in my head, and it comes to 10 pm and i cant really remeber any of it, pisses me off when it was an important one, ahwell, ill finish it tomorrow, just have this reoccuring thing in my life, how pretty much everything i do moves in circles, you make a mistake and you get over your mistake and it just comes round again to kick you in the arse. dunno what to do, dunno where to start, scared, sucks, then what....ok not much else to say, except that tropical orange juice stuff is amazing, its one of the only things that is healthy that tastes good aswel. ok nothing else to report friends, gonna go bed or play starwars, tra