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Wednesday, 8 February 2012

Words Time!

It's time for words, because there haven't been any in a while.  I'm posting with the agenda of making a post because I haven't done one in ages, so the subject content could range between cripplingly inane and insightfully unrehearsed.

Time for this.  That tune is dangerously sick, just give it a minute to kick in.  It may be an acquired taste, but we all know that phrase is just a euphemism for 'if you haven't acquired this taste, you're a toungless philistine with no right to comment on anything.'  And yes, Will Ferrell sings it in that one movie.  I like Stranger than Fiction, even though it's a soppy movie.  Will Ferrel helps.

I was walking to my house in the cold the other day and I thought 'what if you never got tired, hungry or thirsty, but you had to walk / swim across the planet?'  That way, if there were girls involved by way of motivation, I could sing this song and it would be great.   When a song is very good, I want it to apply it to myself somehow so that the atmosphere and emotion evoked is intensified by its relevance.  As it stands, I don't feel like I should be perusing the planet's women for one particular hypothetical girl.  I just really like it when the chorus kicks in and he's like 'I'd go the whole wide world, I'd go the whole wide world...', because Reckess Eric sounds as if he really would do it, which is awesome.  To comprehend fully the mastery of Wreckless Eric's delivery, perhaps it would be beneficial to sample the Proclaimers slaughtering his track in this dead cover of theirs.

I've been realising how awesome E.L.O are lately.  Youtube has also just revealed to me that, due to the nature of their music, they suck live.

This has become something of a stream of consciousness now.  I'm not sure I can be interesting for much longer.  I'm not sure I was being interesting two paragraphs ago.  Aha!  Fun thing to say!

Tomorrow is no school Thursday, and the day after that is 'Lovell and Glover bring in cake for English' Friday.  It's the second time we've had it as a class, so Dave and I are hoping to set a high standard, then sit back as other people feel obliged to bring us delicious cake every other Friday.  The best part is that when your teacher allows you to have cake every other fortnight and she's Miss. Davis, it means several good things.  Firstly, Miss. Davis likes cake.  Secondly, I see it as a kind of heads up that work in English is going to be easier from here on out.  I'm not sure if that's what she was going for.  Humorously, Miss Davis took some delicious crisps last week and said something vaguely authoritative as if she was teaching, when she baitely just wanted delicious crisps.  They were delicious, something like sea salt and cider vinegar Tesco's finest.  Buy them.  Then give them to me.

Righty-ho.  Time for bed.  Night all.





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