Numb

I've spent this entire week working hard, with various trips to the library and Darren's interspersed. The Zoo on Wednesday was fantastic fun, although Cheapskates was rather enjoyable sober and ill. Today I was sent home due to my flu-like tendencies, and Candice offered to take care of me whilst she revised. I saw through this, but I'm here nonetheless.

Despite being absolutely flat broke I'm going to Darren's tonight, to see if the warmth of his room makes me any better than my freezing room would. My essay isn't finished, although with only criticism to add and a conclusion to write it looks more achievable than previously. Now to start on the other three.

Help Me

The last week has been spent everywhere but in my own house. Seeing Darren so often has been brilliant. Not because there's something going on, but for precisely the opposite reason. Just having a friend to feel so comfortable around, someone who makes me laugh, is something I've needed since I moved to London. It's something I'll need even more when I go home, and will struggle to find.

My supposed best friend came to stay on Saturday, and that's all she did. I spent a grand total of around 2 hours with her, the rest of her time being given over to her favourite band. Whilst I understand the devotion she has, I was hurt that she didn't make more of an effort to see how I was or catch up. And it only made me the more aware of the fact that she's never come to see me without Muse being involved, and that recently she hasn't even had time for talking. Moving away is certainly an eye-opener.

After something of a revelation whilst on tour, my life is certainly back on track. Realising my priorities was something I'd needed to do for months, and now I've worked out who I am and what I want I feel much happier than I have in a long time. I suppose the busy lifestyle I've forced on myself could help, I hardly have a moment to think of anything outside of work and university right now, although I'm making time for friends who need me more than I need myself.

26 days until the Obsession. 25 days too long.

I'm not so sure if I'm sure of anything, anymore

I went out on a high. I was on the barrier screaming my heart out amidst people who barely seemed to know what band was on. I met Ratboy. I got a setlist. I bought a shirt. Despite having no voice at all, I really made the most of it.
Now to wait for them to return.

Today I came home, and realised that my laptop has given up. Again. I'm not impressed, to say the least. I have a million things going on right now and none of them are particularly positive, although if Ticketmaster manage to help then I'll at least get to maintain GC tradition tomorrow.

One more new Trio song, one more reason to wish it was May 10th.




And as for him. It's always too good to be true.

In Vein

Quite a lot has happened I suppose. Once again, chronology is my best bet.

Wednesday. I got the train to Nottingham, where Bradders met me at the station. I left my stuff in his room and we headed off to the pub for a quick drink before hitting the Rescue Rooms. Blackhole were good, although I still don't find them to be anything special. Scary Kids were much the same as in Colchester, they really haven't had the best of luck with sound this week. Drop Dead, Gorgeous were actually quite enjoyable with the right sound levels. Whilst I still don't like their music particularly, I will admit that they're quite fun to watch. If only because the keyboard player is stunning. I wormed my way onto the barrier for the first few songs and enjoyed singing some classics that will always make me smile. I danced with Bradders and was stunned by the songs which I had missed the night before:
Rendez-Voodoo
INRIhab
The New Black
Ebolarama

I've never viewed Ebolarama as a closer myself, but it works well. I'll never think it's better than Floater as far as last songs go, but it's a good 'un none the less. We went back to Brad's house to listen to Azriel, talk about music and fall asleep. I did something some people may believe I should regret, but I don't. I've wanted to for a long time and I see no shame in me taking an opportunity.

Thursday I woke up and showered, and headed off to the train station yet again. Adam bailed on me, so rather than indulging in coffee or a gayer drink I went to the Academy to lurk. I met Andy, which made my day. The background on my phone has never made me smile quite so much as it does right now at the sight of his huge beard and cheesy grin. I sat outside for a good while and was rewarded with a spot at the very front of the stage. In front of Jordan, yet again. Finding out that it was in fact in Academy 3 after I'd heard it was upgraded was the best news I could have hoped for, and the show was so brilliant that I actually began to doubt that the London Astoria Trio show of '05 is the greatest live show of all time. This is something akin to me realising the world is coming to an end. A Gentleman's Sport instead of INRIhab, and off home on an overnight coach I went.

Today I had my final lecture as a second year. An intimidating prospect for sure. I'm not entirely certain where the last year and a half of my life has gone, but it's lost and I'm a little worried at how quickly my time at university is drawing to a close. Well, in a way. I don't ever plan to leave university really, so I suppose I should say my time as an undergraduate. I went to the pub with Lorraine and from there went to meet Rory by the river. We drank and talked and listened to the newly released pre-mix In Vein, provided for the Blood Pact last night. It's promising. I adore it, which means the album should be brilliant. In theory. I'll find out come July 1st.

Oxford tomorrow, then no more ETID for a while. How sad.

Savour it, savour it

EVERYTHING VANISHES.
Except my love for Every Time I Die. After a pointless seminar in the morning and several hours of doing nothing, I headed off to Colchester. I missed Blackholes, which is no great loss as I've seen them before and will see them again. Scary Kids Scaring Kids would have benefitted from better levels in their sound, but at least they played The City Sleeps In Flames. Not bad at all. Drop Dead, Gorgeous however were apalling. Quite possibly the worst band I have ever seen live. The thought of seeing them again makes me quite sad if I'm honest.
But it didn't matter in the end. Because ETID were phenomenal. Having to leave early put a slight dampener on the evening, but as soon as I said I'd leave after the next song they kicked into I Been Gone A Long Time, so at least I went out on a high.
Setlist before I left:
We'rewolf
Romeo A Go-Go
Apocalypse Now And Then
Cities And Years
Kill The Music
OFF BROADWAY!!
No Son Of Mine
Pigs Is Pigs
Floater
Bored Stiff
I Been Gone A Long Time

The Hot Damn! songs got a better reaction than I expected, although I'd never anticipated a bigger shoutback in Off Broadway than Floater. Unusual. Of course, Bored Stiff got the best reaction of all the songs I saw, what with the average age of the crowd being about 14 and therefore the word "cunt" being the greatest thing they could ever imagine. I'm looking forward to seeing the whole set tonight.

I slept through my lecture this morning, something which I've done entirely too often this year. I'll make up for it, if I missed anything worth knowing. I'm going to get ready, get on the train and head off to Nottingham to see Bradders and get my drink on before we party all night. Tonight will easily top last night, if only because I have the company of someone I adore.




I sort of miss him. How pathetic.

This is the year of the party crasher

Or the week of the party crasher at least. The ETID tour is upon me and I'm rather excited. Whilst I know that I will have to leave early tomorrow to get the last train back to LDN, the time that I spend at the show will be worth every penny spent on the ticket and train fare. Besides, I have no such pressing matters to deal with at the Nottingham, Manchester or Oxford shows, so really I can't complain.

I got my Leeds ticket, along with Jennie, Emily and him. It should be a brilliant weekend, some good music, a lot of alcohol and the best of best friends. The only way it could be improved right now is if the obsession are added to the bill as I predict they will be. Now all I need to do is find a job or two and my summer will be perfect.

Although I may have a reason to spend more time in London than initially expected. For the moment, I don't know. I like to hope I will, but these things are out of my hands.

I don't dream since I quit sleeping

I'm not sure why I'm awake. I feel tired, yet when I try to sleep it just doesn't happen. I don't know what's going on. I'll put it down to my body getting up to it's usual trick of doing exactly the opposite of what I want it to. Pesky nuisance.

I didn't do much today. It was exactly how Sundays are meant to be. I went to the library briefly to pick up a pile of books covering three of my essays. I wrote rough essay plans and read a little. I watched yet more Heroes and sewed. I cooked. Whilst it was relaxing in the extreme, which is exactly what I need before a week as chaotic as this one will be, I couldn't help but feel the lack of human contact. Even MSN didn't offer much today by comparison to other days. Sometimes my life is quite depressing.

Tomorrow, or today as I suppose it really is now, I have little to be excited about. Work and Senate House, then home to buy my Leeds festival ticket if all goes to plan. Not that I can really afford it, but the lineup has the potential to be stunning and I'll only regret it if I don't buy a ticket now. If the worst happens I can always sell it. I'm not quite sure what "the worst" would be in this case. I hope it wouldn't involve a loss of limbs or motor functions.

ETID in 2 days. It promises to be a lively week.