Not so much a proper blog, more a collection of random thoughts this time:

Based on voice alone, Beth from Portishead? I would. Third is amazing; I might be a real geek in the near future and compile a list of best vocal albums, guitar albums etc. Third is in the vocal one for certain, and yes, when I watched High Fidelity for the first time I did see a worrying amount of myself in there.

I went to Brighton today. That city never fails to amaze me, on the pier there was a little boy fully tearing it up on an Ibanez (electric guitar, means business). People on those flexible stilts, possibly called something like Moonwalkers, were running down the main road, somersaulting and jumping over cars. On fucking stilts. And, just like every other time I've been there, beautiful girls everywhere.

I think I do mention girls and love and all that a bit too much here, it makes the place monotonous but it's only because here is where I come to put down all the things I can't talk about, which is mostly, wouldn't you know it, girls and love and all that. I mean, I can discuss them, just not in relation to myself. I'm sure I'll go into detail here eventually; I can feel it in my fingertips right now in fact, but there are more diverse things to talk about.

I got locked out my house last night. For the second time in a week. Not that I'd forgotten my keys or anything; my house 'mates' were too fucking ignorant and short sighted again, putting across the safety chain despite it being fairly obvious I wasn't in. This meant I had to: 1) call a friend at 2am, waking them in the process. 2) Sleep in my clothes. 3) Sit on a train for two hours, meet my parents, walk around Brighton, and then get the two hour train home which was now infested with the kind of people you sort of want to be neutered, all wearing the clothes I'd slept in because even at 9am the fucking chain was still on and I still couldn't even get into my own fucking house to change clothes or even get some food.

9am's fairly early, I accept, but if you can wake up at half 7 to put on the washing machine right outside my room and wake me up when I have no lessons at all that day, I'm going to think of you as an early riser.

It's absolutely insane, when I journey anywhere, I always gaze out the window and think of the people who I see for a brief moment, then I imagine what they're doing that has brought them to intersect with me in a camouflaged and irrelevant way. There are 24 hours in the day, and I'm sharing them with six billion people, yet I have no real clue what anyone's doing except for me, and even thats a little hazy sometimes. I don't know if that's clear, I hope it is though. Like, when there's a photo of you and your friends and their friends on a night out, theres you. You know what you were doing, and have every second of the night as part of your experience. Then theres your friends. They might have wandered off at some point, but they came back and you left with them. Their friends, you don't know too well, you just met, but you shared some time together and inhabited the same location and time together. They think of you in the same way, and that's what I mean, and it amazes me.

I feel like this has been a rather pointless and inarticulate one today. But maybe that's just because I'm not talking about things which make me want to sit down and turn the lights out and sleep to turn off.