May 10, 2010

Silver Magic Ships


There was no mushroom cloud. There was no explosion, no incineration, no shockwave. It was a slow dissolution, quiet wasting - sugar in the rain. It was the unavoidable realization that I no longer recognized my face, my thoughts, my voice. I couldn't remember when this became my life, and it frightened me. And the line between my days and dreams grew thinner and thinner, as my thoughts became more convoluted and cancerous. And now we have poisonous volcanic rain, days that end badly, failure after failure, holey t-shirts, the end of a world filled with exams, drunk weekends, mean teachers, cafeteria food and semester grades. And all I want to do is curl under my blanket and watch that 44th episode of "In Treatment" and eat doritos. I don't know when that sad little half-life became so appealing. I also don't know when I became such a sad little half-person.

May 02, 2010

PROCRASTINATION SENSATION









It's an illness. A disease. And it's ruining my life. Excuse the melodrama, but I think I am being murdered by my procrastination habits.
In the past two weeks, instead of revising for what are probably the most important examinations of my life so far, I have watched more movies than I have this year. The first five of which I absolutely adored. Cinematic escapesim is so ridiculously tempting.


- The Private Lives of Pippa Lee


-Cracks


-Adam


-Less than Zero


-Chloe


- Up in the Air


-Leaves of Grass


-Sherlock Holmes


-The Blind Side


-He's just not that into you


-It's complicated


I have also been watching one of the most mindblowing TV series ever, HBO's "In Treatment", which is based quite heavily on a Israeli programme called "BeTipul": It revolves around a psychotherapist and his weekly meetings with four patients. Each episode features one of four recurring patients, with every fifth episode Paul Weston visiting his own therapist and mentor.


Less than 48 hours till the bloodshed. I want to die.

April 06, 2010

three brain cells, light and airy



Completely content free post, (as they always are) my brain has gone into hibernation at the worst possible time it could. Wish I was a scintillating little insect - possessing only instincts and the ability to sense light and warmth. Wish it was summer NOW.

March 14, 2010

MY KNEES ARE COLD


Your life is not an episode of Skins. Things will never look quite as good as they do in a faded, sun - drenched Polaroid; your days are not an editorial from Lula. Your life is not a Sofia Coppola movie, or a Chuck Palahniuk novel, or a Charles Bukowski poem. Grace Coddington isn't your creative director. Bon Iver and Joy Division don't play softly in the background at appropriate moments. Your hysterical teenage diary isn't a work of art. Your room probably isn't Selby material. Your life isn't a Tumblr screencap. Every word that comes out of your mouth will not be beautiful and poignant, infinitely quotable.
Your pain will not be pretty. Crying till you vomit is always shit.
You cannot romanticize hurt.
Or sadness.
Or loneliness.
You will have homework, and hangovers and bad hair days. The train being late won't lead to any fateful encounters, it will make you late. Sometimes your work will suck. Sometimes you will suck. Far too often, everything will suck - and not in a Wes Anderson kind of way.
And there is no divine consolation - only the knowledge that we will hopefully experience the full spectrum - and that sometimes, just sometimes, life will feel like a Coppola film.

March 13, 2010

Oh Lord.

It's getting to that time of year when all I want to do is throw a toaster in the bathtub. Or I can drink more.

The Pulchritudinous Review













February 08, 2010

we've lived in bars and danced on the tables - hotels trains and ships that sail

For some reason these songs all have such a feeling of summers past and those awaiting. I can't explain it - its almost like they have flavours and texture. Greece, Ibiza, Italy and Sweden, you can't come too soon.