Well I can now safely say that The Thrills were the worse band i’ve ever seen live in my life. I shit you not, they were absolutely awful.
The fact that I bumped into Rachel as soon as I got in the door didn’t serve to help matters either.. my mood just got steadily worse, until I decided to make my excuses, and headed back to Camp Menzies halfway through the set, inwardly in the huff.
Have you ever done that thing, where you come out of a relationship and wonder what the hell it was that made you go for it in the first place? yeah, part of me sort of feels like that.. typical fly and blue light syndrome – despite your preconceptions, you find yourself gravitating closer, and it feels great, in a kind of weird way, until Zzzzappp! you’re wondering why your ass is smoking, and your head is rolling around on the carpet..
Thing is, I’ve always tried my hardest to be mates with my ex’s – at the end of the day, they’re the people in your life who you’ve been the most intimate with, and they’re generally the people with whom you have the most in common. I really wish I could with R, but as hard as I’ve tried, it just aint gonna work. This makes me sad : (
Anyway, In other news, today was pure focknig quality. That poster design thingy with the first year of secondary school kids was epic! I learned just as much as they did. No shit, it was such a laugh. They were brilliant. I’m kind oof toying wiith the idea of becoming a secondary school art teacher, if all goes pete tong on the g.des front. I’d love that.. If today wasa anything to go by..
30-Sep-03 at 5:08 pm | Permalink
obviously my grammar would have to improve significantly, though. Appologies. My head is full of rubber budgies.
30-Sep-03 at 5:09 pm | Permalink
or apologies, perhaps. Go home, Menzies.