hopes for the summer.

So here I am, hello :). It's mid-May now. Time has flown. I am the happiest now I think I've ever been in my entire life. Of course, me being me, I worry way too much. But summer is very very close and I'm determined to make it even better than the past few months.

I hope I get some assistant work in the new studio that my college has acquired. It's an incredible place, and I'm stoked to even be looking at being a student there next year.

I hope I earn enough money in my new job to help my mum a bit. Her salary has been cut ridiculously over the past while, and i hate not being able to just pay off the mortgage or something.

I hope I get to see a LOT more of the friends i haven't seen over the academic year. Losing touch with great people really is a shit buzz.

I hope I can save up enough to buy even a cheapo digital SLR. Much as I love film, I'd love nothing more than to be able to do a photoshoot and not worry about how the developed film will look!

I hope I get to play a lot of music, every single day.

I hope that the things that mean the most to me work out. 

So here's to summer......only the massive mountain of exams to get over now........

THIS IS WHAT WE WAIT FOR....

mid-December. circles. people spelling laughter with a space between every "ha". harsh words... in pixel form. getting over it and eating pesto in bed. 

www.myspace.com/thesaurusclub . the beautiful melody.

sunday night again

I seem to be doing everything within my power to avoid doing the pile of reports that are due on Tuesday. not to mention the mountains of study i really should be doing in preparation for the Pro Tools exam on Wednesday. agh. 

I got that really special gig buzz feeling tonight, which hasn't happened in a while. It was during the Hooray For Humans set, they were playing the best I've EVER seen them (dodgy XLR leads aside) and the buzz was amazing. nothing beats a load

of people in a tiny room screaming lyrics to wonderful tunes. They're an incredible band, I hope they keep at it for a long time to come because their music really is special. If you haven't heard them before, check out www.myspace.com/hoorayforhumansband . 

For a second there I felt like one of those really impressive bloggers who recommends tip-top bands and gains major cool points. hehe.

Okay, back to reports. maybe. I have this wonderful little furry woman curled up next to me. she keeps waking up, smiling, stretching her paws and going back to sleep. excellent.

x

two thousand and eight

09.03.09: found this draft. i intended posting it whenever i wrote it, so here it is sher.

i would use my "and a half" saying to describe how great a year it's been, but then it would sound like eighteen months and people would just get confused. so i won't do that.

first off, the here and now. as usual, i'm a mad mix of feelings. 

in terms of the wonderful big circle i've made of friends from the local gigs, i'm feeling a bit out of the loop. partly as i haven't seen a lot of them in a while, partly because today i heard of parties i hadn't been told about, which is a bit weird. i miss lots of people. i think i'm meeting up with Ellie on Sunday, which will be lovely. Katie rang me the other day and we loosely arranged to meet next week. Julia...well, i always want to hang with her but we're equally busy and usually end up meeting anyways at a gig or party and having the chats, which are the best thing ever cos i never feel like our friendship has suffered from not seeing one another. i hope to fuck that gig or party happens soon! i miss her being in my life on a regular basis - we were in college together last year and the laugh was had every single day, it was great. Pulse has been great in terms of making new friends but i have to admit it does make me sad that i haven't seen as much of my "gig friends" as i'd like. i only use that term because of where and how i met just about all of them. i do hope 2009 will see a return to the laugh being had with those friends, because for the past three-ish years of my life they've been the difference between me feeling completely alone and me feeling completely happy and surrounded by great people. 

but there's good feelings in my mad mix, of course there is. 

back to here and now. if i look to my left, the tinsel on my well-wilted christmas tree glitters when the scene changes on the television. if i look to my right, Oscar's snuggled up amongst the cushions, paws akimbo.Scrubs is on and i'm texting a friend, those late-night cosy texts are the best thing ever.

anyways, in terms of the past year (i know im rambling but it's only polite to keep going back to the original point of the post), i guess my life perked up massively in the past while which is sweet. things just totally take you by surprise sometimes. in January, a friendship was brought to a pretty abrupt end under the title of a "break", which i quickly saw through. needless to say i am completely over it now but the whole thing messed me up a bit. it wasn't until the end of March that i met someone who got me over it completely. this someone was and still is one of the most incredible and fascinating people i've ever met, and though the situation with them rose and then fell and then full-on ended in an epic misunderstanding, they will always be an amazing human being to me. 

i'm still getting used to the novelty of actually owning a laptop - i combined the monies my parents gave me for christmas with my savings and got a little white MacBook. it's brilliant, i can't wait to get Pro Tools up on it and set aside time to do remixes. yay. 

hahaha. rambling is a bit like mixing a song. you just....work away at it until you think it sounds good, then you go back to it ages later and think "what the.....". haha. life's good.

why Lloyd is the best neighbour ever.

PSR-7. fucking yes. :)

"surprise sur-focking-prise..."

Coming back to this blog after a few weeks, i do realise i'm a pretentious git. :)

Anyways, i was on a weird and kinda sad buzz when i typed that last post. It wasn't triggered by anything in particular, just one of those days where time seems to stop and you realise where you are in life and how fleeting time is and one way of looking at it is to just stand back and watch it pass and not do anything. I'm glad I learnt a loooong time ago not to let that happen.

It's the last three days of December now, and the year actually did pick up before its end. Hugely. I got asked to do a photoshoot for a local band which was both a compliment and really good fun. It was totally nervewracking at first, so much so that i stupidly put my digital camera on a bed which it fell off and completely broke. My trusty OM10 did its job though and i was pretty happy with the developed shots.

December was a good month for the college parties. We drank, we sang, we ate takeaways at 4am on the way to Tom's house. good times. My college buzz has yet to falter, i love it so much. People are great, lecturers are lovely, and i think it suits me perfectly that the college is physically quite small as well. from montessori up until now i've been schooled in small buildings, it's weird. I was lucky enough to accumulate just enough to buy a Mac and Pro Tools this Christmas as well, which will help my study to no end.

December was a good month for many things. I've seriously been to so many local gigs this year, they've pretty much all been great and a lot of them have melted together in my memory, but Verse are one of the touring bands who'll be sticking in my brain for a good long while. Though I don't know many people in the local hardcore bands, i've yet to have a bad time at a local hardcore gig, the people are real friendly and the buzz is for the most part a good one. Verse in Greystones was one of the few weird buzzes, actually. They played in the new theatre out there early-ish in the month, and I drove out to it, which is still something of a novelty :).

boom.

I'm not alright, leave me alone. I'm going upstairs. Yes, to the fucking top.

Everything is so familiar. 

Someone is tapping a whiteboard marker on the top of a piano. An upright, i bet.

Some young violinist can't keep time with their repetiteur. 

A saxophone has some breath blown into it and I'm reminded of the wonderful, warm sound that no other instrument will ever match.

A girl with a cello bigger than herself walks through the door, and trundles innocently up the corridor.

There's something I love about this top floor, though the magic is lost somewhat when it's SO full of sounds and people. 

Oh - the magic returns a little bit. Two little guitarists are waiting outside John's room, and as he says goodbye to one kid he welcomes in the other two, and I hear his voice and I remember every single Wednesday morning of last year, how early it was, how good the lessons were and how awful I still feel that I didn't practice enough for them, and how much I enjoyed the chats we'd have about vegetarianism and karma and other great things when the other students didn't show up. Then John closes the door, and I'm back to staring at this light cream wall. I know if I was several inches shorter I'd be taking way too much notice of the flaws in the line between the light cream and taupe paint that covers these twisting, turning walls. It looks a lot better downstairs in the entrance. 

I really, really hope this year picks up again before its end.