I'm going to open with LYRICS, people
In the queue for lunch they take the piss, you've got no appetite
And the rumour is you never go with boys and you are tight
So they jab you with a fork, you drop the tray and go berserk
While your cleaning up the mess the teacher's looking up your skirt
Tell Veronica the secrets of the boy you never kissed
She's got everything to gain because she's a fat girl with a lisp
She sticks up for you when you get aggravation from the snobs
Because you can't afford a blazer, girl, you're always wearing clogs
by Belle & Sebastian. It's only two of the verses. 6 of them, I think there are. They've been stuck in my head all day. The whole song has, in fact, and I thought I'd share them so everyone else would get that in their heads.
I've listened to barrage and barrage of songs to get them out of my head. Nothing works. Right now, I have Meat Loaf blaring in my ears. Up next, Mr Children.
All this is making me somewhat drowsy and unproductive. Perhaps today will be one of those days when ... *shudder* I do nothing?
This blog entry's taken me like four hours to do so far. I wrote about a sentence before doing something else, then going back to this, then went to Tesco for the sole reason that it was outside, then wrote a bit more, and now I've just come back from my dinner and am typing more than I have done today.
It's also going nowhere. I'm certain i had a good reason for clicking on the "add post" button, but I can't for the life of me think of why. Oh well.
It's Saint Patrick's Day today, and people seem to embrace it as an excuse to get drunk. Since when have people needed that? I am not going out, which is probably a good thing cos I can barely stand this medium volume Mr Children tonight. I wish it wasn't 9. If I go to bed now I'll wake up at 3 in the morning.
In more positive news, I have figured out my steps to being a writer. It involves doing it for free first. See THIS
(the first one is still unfinished, about a year since I started writing it). They're sketches I wrote for Gang Show (for those not street enough, it's an amatuer non-profit stage production of debatebly funny sketche and song-and-dance numbers done by the scouting association). Having been in two myself, I thought I'd try my hand at writing sketches which is surprisingly tough, especially the first premise bit.
My plan (although plans never work. Ever.) is to give these sketches to the GS, thus making me "semi-published"(a performed playwright, though, technically, as people will be paying to see it) and thus have a sort of "background" in writing, which will look good when I start doing that stuff I'm not going to do for years.
I think a night-walk is required here. It shall clear my head. I shall clean my room first a bit, so that it's all nice when I come back. If this doesn't work, I'll head to bed with my copy of The Jungle Book, which is a really damn good book I have to admit. I reccomend people go read it now if they're only familiar with the Disney version (although prepare to read something completely different).