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Jack Rose
18 February 2008 @ 05:45 pm

Dig this;

' X  says:
you picked a bad time to talk, im gonna watch tv now...your company isn't enough to keep me here. sorry. '

I didn't even reply to that! I mean, whatever problems one has can surely not be resolved by such... rarargh. I just blocked them. I don't care what problems people have, there's no excuse for saying something as fucking derogatory as that.
 
 
Jack Rose
18 February 2008 @ 08:53 am
Seriously, what is the deal with fat people (through over eating). The other day I noticed I was getting a bit of extra baggage so I thought to myself 'okay, I won't snack anymore', and I haven't touched a crumb that wasn't inside of a main meal. I mean, sure, it varies fom person to person, but it's so so easy to just, when you think 'I want to eat ten biscuits', just to not do it. It's that easy. I get my five a day, and eat well and everything, but just without all the crap in between, you know?
 
 
Jack Rose
01 February 2008 @ 10:22 pm
California Dreaming is one of my favourite songs at the moment.
 
 
Jack Rose
30 January 2008 @ 10:20 pm
Not that it is, by any means, a new thought, but who on earth decided that drinking milk was okay?! I mean, did a farmer hand his friend a warm, white liquid and say
'hey, drink this..'
'wh...what is it?' 
'Just drink it, it's good' 
'it smells funny..'  
'go oooon, drink it drink it drink it'
'well...okay..'
'hey that's not half bad!' 
'r....really?'  
'yeah! it's refreshing! here, try some!'  

et cetera et cetera. Or, you know, maybe a nursing mother just decided she couldn't be bothered anymore.
 
 
Jack Rose
30 January 2008 @ 04:47 pm
One of my favourite pictures. Possibly my MOST favourite picture..
 
 
 
Jack Rose
29 January 2008 @ 09:44 pm
Put down the noose, cause I'm back. I don't have an excuse for being absent for so long, neither do I need one I suppose, but nonetheless I have grown fond of my LJ community and just spent the last five minutes catching up on your doings. Now for mine! Well, I, along with most of the civilized, world saw Sweeny Todd the other day, and I must say I was pleasantly surprised. I saw the musical in Bromley a few years ago and hated it, as I do most musicals, but it was so stylized i barely noticed the flamboyancy.

At the risk of sounding pretentious, the sunrise this morning was fantastic. Again, for contention's sake I won't go into too many poetic details suffice to say it was red and misty. Just like Faye Dunaway.

Today, in fact, barely two hours ago, I screwed up where I had to be. I go to a youth theatre on Tuesdays, which is normally held at the local theatre. However, we got a letter, which I skimmed, telling us that we were moving crosstown to the music school while they dolled up the real theatre (getting pissed off with the American dictionary underlining 'theatre' in red now...). However, as I skim read it, I failed to take on board that we don't move there till next week. It's mid winter over here, and I left my coat at home, thinking I wouldn't need it. Picture now, o brothers, a skinny white teenager in a Lynyrd Skynyrd  T-shirt running across a council estate in the dark. Of course, nothing happened and I arrived at the theatre, albeit late and out of breath. What a to do, ai?!

So what's been going on with you? Drop me a line, huh?
 
 
Jack Rose
22 January 2008 @ 07:04 pm
Do any of you know 'that guy' who is as fun to talk to as a prostitute in a free clinic? Who is the butt of every joke in your circle, but yet continues to skulk around, blissfully unaware that half the folks would rather vomit on their own legs than to spend but five minutes alone with him? Well, I certainly do. Have a seat.

My disposition towards him fluctuates. Sometimes he'll be talking acceptably, and I'll think to myself; 'you know what? Maybe I've got this fellow wrong. He doesn't seem to be...'
<i>That Guy (interjection)</i> 'GUHUH! I totally thought you said masturbate'.

And so on, and so forth. It would be folly to try and get across the sheer ignorance of this...this village idiot. I can simply trust that you all know the kind of character I'm talking about.

I'm aware that, given some of the grievances you see poured out by the drug addicts, broken home come fromers and sob story enthusiasts one normally encounters upon LiveJournal, my annoyance seems somewhat trivial toward such a temporary matter. But you know what? We are all but plankton in the path of the whale at the end of the day; by which I mean that if you read this far I applaud your foolhardiness, but I honestly and just rambling and am only waiting for an opportunity to stop. The weather was nice today. It would have been better if the sunrise was red though, but it wasn't.
 
 
Jack Rose
22 January 2008 @ 08:23 am
So, yeah, when I went to get an eye test the guy said that I'll definitely need glasses in the near future. He didn't say when. Basically, the point of the post is, that I'm pondering upon getting some glasses without prescription lenses (that is, glasses with poly-whatever-anate in the eye hole as opposed to a seeing aid), y'know, for kicks. And just to ease everyone in to it. Maybe slip them on in class and say 'hey it's just for reading. I've had these for ages, you know'.

The main reason I am imploring to you, dear reader, is that I am as yet uneducated to whether or not this is socially acceptable; is it a loser-like thing to do? Would people notice that they didn't have real lenses in and poke fun?
 
 
Jack Rose
17 January 2008 @ 09:28 pm
I don't know what to say when people tell me their dreams. I mean, I respect that it's quite therapeutic to tell people them, but really, what is the best thing that they hope to get out of it? I mean, obviously they tell you in the hope that you'll say '...my god you're deep. Did...did you make that up? No? Wow...your mind...it's incredible...and there are so many levels'. When really you're just waiting for an opportunity to tell them one of yours.

Sorry, this hasn't nearly lived up to the wordsmanship that I usually like to uphold. Perhaps my tongue shall grow more silver ere next entry doth rear it's head.    
 
 
Jack Rose
12 January 2008 @ 04:24 pm
I've updated yet again the account of my trip to the Lake District (On a Northern Note), a couple of posts down. Read it. I'm rather