Augustana - Sunday's Best

Wednesday 7 May 2008

Hiyaaaaaaaaa

Long time, no blog. Poor show, really. And I must also add, the only real reason I'm writing this is due to the fact I need to update my blog as part of Duncan's assessment. Well, here I am; alive and well. Not much going down recently, not much going up either as a matter of fact. Nothing's changed, as boring as that may seem, my life hasn't progressed one little bit. Been enjoying alot more music than usual, particularly going through a phase of appreciation for Travis' second album "The Man Who".

My grandma sadly passed away early in the year; the first death of my family and I was honoured to be one of the 8 selected to draw the ropes of her coffin. Was a sad day, but I will always have fond memories of her. All the pain she was going through, and never a mumble of it. Well.... I guess this blog entry is of enough depth to be suitable for screenshoot.

Take Care x

Monday 7 January 2008

Christmas Period

Well it's been forever since the last blog post since it's been so busy over the Christmas period. But also means there are plenty of things to blog about.

On the 23rd we had my mum's relations over for a meal at my house; which went well enough. Christmas Eve, went into town with my mate Gerz to get the last of my gifts. Bought my brother's watch, also got myself a jumper. Up at 7am on Christmas Day..a few nice surprises, Wii being one of them. A good laugh, I say. Round to my mum's relations for Presents, then out to Alford for another meal with my dad's relations this time. Boxing Day, headed into the town at night, pretty crappy night in all honesty. 30th, was in town, ended up at Stonehaven in my pal's house..yes, I was abit drunk. New Years eve, started up at the Carlton Bar, not the kind of atmosphere I expected though. Headed into town later on for the bells, wasn't the best; didn't feel like a good way to be going into 2008 to be honest. Landed up at a Party in Bridge of Don with my mates, which was more like a gathering than a party. Due to a lack of taxi's, we walked all the way to King Street til we finally flagged one down. Got back to the house at 6.30am. Woke up the next day 8pm. Tells a story of it's own.

Post is a tad blow by blow, but can't be bothered going into detail as it wasn't the greatest of Christmas Periods for me, but certainly wasn't the worst. Too much nothingness would be documented, and you'd be sleeping..

For now, goodbye. x

Monday 17 December 2007

And so this is is Christmas (8)


Are you all looking forward to Christmas? I hope it's a good Christmas this year! I bought all my presents in the January sales at the start of the year, so that's a lot of weight off my shoulders. I'm happy with that and so should you be. Christmas does add pressures to us of not knowing what to buy our loved ones and families, but it should be a time to relax. Nevertheless..

I have no idea what to write about so thought a Christmas themed post would go down well. I wish everyone I know a very Merry Christmas and a happy new year ;) x

Monday 10 December 2007

Another Night, Just Another..

When something gets boring, you usually stop doing it. However, this is easier said than done when there is nothing else to do.. The past few weeks I've found town boring, but through peer pressure more than anything, I took the hobble in. Having been at a 18th at the Carlton Bar near the college the night before, I was quite tired having been up at all hours in Liquid (which recently, I have become to hate). All anyone is interested in is fighting, and it really is pathetic. If you look at someone the wrong way, you run the risk of getting into a fight. Fortunately for me, I'm abit more confident than most people I like to think so don't mind that much. Although I don't fancy myself as a hardman, I think i'd be more than capable of defending myself. I have a good set of pals too, and the majority of them are older so I usually don't worry myself too much about stuff like that. When I'm out and about I like to keep myself to myself and avoid saying anything out of line to anyone I don't know on first-name terms.

I started Saturday night off in Jam- which was basically: in, two pictures, babble to a few pals, then out. Yates- got a beer, was harranged by my pal to have a boogie with him on the dancefloor, then doddled down to Liquid with a few pals and spent the night wasting away with a bottle of champagne. I discovered, that town isn't the be all and end all. I'll still go in next week, I know in my head I will, but I really don't want to. The same drunken faces week in, week out. So, that's really my weekend.

Not got many plans for this week coming, going to go halfs for 2 Arctic Monkeys tickets with my mate, £30 pound from my measly bank balance which currently stands at £87.54. Think I have a lady friend coming over tommorow, and that's about it. Not looking forward to Christmas this year for some reason, but then again, I stopped getting excited about it when I was about 10. Not quite sure why, 'cause it's an excuse for parrrrtys but, it's not all that great with no money. I'll have to see about getting a part-time job :D Been listening to alot of Radiohead this week, loving the new album like. The dirtyness of Bodysnatchers is amazzzing.

Cheeerio

Monday 19 November 2007

William Blake


An English poet, painter, and printmaker, largely unrecognised during his lifetime. His work is today considered influential and sigicant in the history of both poetry and the visual arts. He was voted 38th in a poll of the 100 Greatest Britons organised by the BBC in 2002.


Once considered mad for his differentiating views, he is highly regarded today for his expressiveness and creativity, and the philosophical vision that underlies his work. He himself once indicated, "The imagination is not a State: it is the Human existence itself."



So where exactly is it you grew up, Willy?

I was born to a middle-class family on the 28th of November, in the year of 1757. I was the third of seven children, who consisted of one girl and six boys, two of whom died in infancy.

Sorry to hear that. When did you start writing poetry, then? How did you get into it?

Well, I began engraving copies of drawings of Greek antiquities given to me by my father, this was a practice of mine that was then preferred to actual drawing. My parents lent me alot of support and within my drawings I found his my exposure to classical forms, through the work of Raphael, Michelangelo, Marten Heemskerk and Albrecht Dürer. My parents knew enough of my headstrong temperament that it was not possible to send me to school, and instead instead enrolled in drawing classes. I read avidly on subjects of my own choosing as a child. During this period, I was also making explorations into poetry; and my early work displays knowledge of Ben Jonson and Edmund Spenser.

Monday 5 November 2007

Haunted Manor .. 8



As you walk along the snow laden hilltops of what seems to be Tioga Lake (as a sign notes), you notice a mouldy, disused fishing rod sat next to a rather old looking boulder. However, your rucksack is full to the brim and the heat is smoldering. A friend you have met along your travels tells you that this fishing rod may be of use to you at some point in your journey. Do you take her advice and take along the fishing rod at risk of passing out with the heat and weight, or do you leave this object which may be of use at a later point in the place you found it? There is also a possibility you may remove other handy tools from your bag such as a pick axe and a chipped shovel. The sign you previously noticed branded Tioga Lake seems awfully suspicious, as you seem to remember the place from somewhere before. You think it's Lake Lugano of Switzerland. Do you go with your instinct or simply go along with the sign? The choice is all yours... In the near distance your attention is drawn in by a scrawny looking tree with a big whole in the middle, slap dash in the middle, a perfect sphere. After closer expection, you notice a small animal perched inside, however you have no idea what it is. You see it's completely white eyes, but nothing else. Suddenly, it grabs you and you feel yourself falling down what seems to be a cave full of mirrors, your face is completely green and fluffy. As if your whole face is a beard. The musky wooden smells are enough to make you pass out. You crash to the ground and notice you have scrapped your knee. You have cut it in such a way it says "Look closer". Ahead of you is pure gold... and lots of Crunch Corners.

Monday 15 October 2007

Obey these "Rules"

Was told this was standard of any website. Rules.. if I had it my way, I'd let you write whatever you feel neccesary. But that's not the case, so I suppose it boils down to these instructions:


  • Keep swearing to a minimum


  • No links to pornography (whether it be child, or anything else you morons may indulge in)


  • Beastiality isn't very nice on the eye either


  • Try to get along with peers when commenting