Heading home in 24 minutes

Don't miss me too much.

Have a mighty little time, my merry midget gems.

3am? Oh shit.

Finished Twin Peaks, an outstanding series- thus ending my Twin Peaks based posts. Also finished packing, texted someone complimenting their exquisite beard and beat my brother twice at chess. Although, apparently there's some religious debate on whether it was twice as his internet cut out near the end of the second.

I also said, with an air of flippant over-confidence;

"I'm going to be hardcore and not post tonight!"

Brother: "And you're not going to feel guilty?"

Me: "I already do."

...

*Boots up photoshop*

Either way, a nice night had.

Meaning I have to be a shit person and draw something for you tonight, as I have today's work to catch up on tomorrow.

Here, it's a really bad drawing.

It took me ages, shut up.
Catch you tomorrow if I remember, failing that:

A reply to myself.

- Work: 

Wake up tomorrow and Thursday and be a work hero.                              ✖

- Home: 

Wash clothes.                                                                                      ✓

- Travel:      

Pack for home trip.                                                                               ✓

- Recreation: 

Watch the rest of Twin Peaks season two.                                             ✓

- Relationships:  

I - Wake up flat companions so that they, too, can be work heros            ✖

II - Be excited about being with her in less than 48 26 hours.                   ✓

- Emotional:

Spend every waking minute blaming all of my troubles on DV247 for not, as of yet, returning my Firestudio- therefore destroying my one true creative output and making all of my problems just that little bit harder to deal with...                                                                                          ✓

I failed so deeply at working today that I deserve to be punished.

However, by not working I have managed to watch 7 episodes of Twin Peaks.

I can't work out if this is a good thing.

First off, hello to the new visitors overnight.

For some reason whenever I write a new post, people come flooding in.

And unless it's a wave of angry midget readers who didn't enjoy my previous post, but are too shy to post a comment (to whom I say please do feel free, I'm tougher on the inside than I sound. Ish.) then people actually want to read about me. 

However, I have remarkably little to say tonight.

Punk's new SE Titan microphone arrived, we were pleased.

Tobe is collecting his new SEs soon as well.

Stealth China is at a wedding.

And I'm sat alone with a detuned guitar. 

Thinking it's only two days until Thursday. Until I can see my girlfriendcat.

And be happy and junk.

To do list before Thursday 6:15-

- Work: 

Wake up tomorrow and Thursday and be a work hero.

- Home:

Wash clothes.

- Travel: 

Pack for home trip.

- Recreation: 

Watch the rest of Twin Peaks season two.

- Relationships: 

I - Wake up flat companions so that they, too, can be work heros

II - Be excited about being with her in less than 48 hours.

- Emotional:

Spend every waking minute blaming all of my troubles on DV247 for not, as of yet, returning my Firestudio- therefore destroying my one true creative output and making all of my problems just that little bit harder to deal with...

(2nd time of use, I am aware.)

- Internet

Remember to say goodbye, incase the internet is still crap at my place. Which I'm certain it is, unless there's some huge surprise upgrade. Which shouldn't be such a nice idea for a surprise, but it just is.

NICE. So sorry for another shit post, at the end of a current line of them- but I'll make it worth your while. I'll draw something, and it'll be really good.

OH SHIT, test from last night.

Question 1: How many band members are in the Ampersand Sea Cadets? 

Question 2: Name one song from the Leopard Audio Productions Soundcloud (Available from the Facebook site.)

Question 3: Why haven't you liked the Leopard Audio Productions Facebook yet? (There are no correct answers.)

Send your answers to these to morecorethananappletree@live.com, and if I can work out what password I used to create the account all that time ago then I'll send you a prize. Deadly serious. 

And it'll be good.

Like koala good, not royal wedding good.

Easter has ended

But although I don't appear to have moved far today, I spent most of the day balls deep in graphic design work. 

And you all know how bad I am at that.

So I'll start that if any of you want to do me a real favour, check out these.

These are a selection of things I do. One is our production team, and the other is the beginning of a hilarious band image for me and Punk. Go ahead and spam them with messages claiming that I write a shit blog, any publicity is good publicity.

We've had a good weekend here at the flat, we've spent about £400 on microphones in the last two days alone and watched enough TV to sink a fat unicorn. However, I am back at Monday night now- and with university tomorrow at 10am I still find myself typing here at 1am. I don't know why I do this to myself, maybe it's a love of my teeny tiny audience of people. 

And now I'm imagining that only midgets read this.

Which is somewhat comforting.

Avid readers will notice the change in band name. This is because we decided that we had a problem within the foundations of the band image, in that we didn't have nearly enough nautical references. This would cause a problem, in that we would have to have many songs about Atlantis, and other seaward things to truly fit into the genre. So, by changing our name to something of the naval sense, we have solved that problem and freed our songs from the tyranny of the overworked metal sea shanty. 

So I'm leaving you with those links for tonight, check them out and report back to me.

There will be a test.

... i <3 my midgets.

I'm entering a competition

For the worst blogger on the internet- I think I'm winning.

Last night was spent with 3 others drinking our weight in fruit juices, and eating 4x our collective weight in unhealthy snacks while watching season one of Buffy the Vampire Slayer.

Which ended around 2am, which led on to another 2 hours of Twin Peaks.

I'm a 90s TV whore.

Which is funny, because I live without a television and hate everything that is shown on it 99% of the time- but my weaknesses lay in Dexter, House, Twin Peaks, Buffy and Mad Men as they are all excellently made and usually fairly dark. Except Buffy, which is literally a show you could take your brain out for and still see the plot line 40 minutes before the show even begins.

Although, in hindsight I'm seeing that "funny" may not have been the correct word.

So if you ever get the chance to see any of these programs on the cheap, then definitely do so, especially for the very well written musical scores. Except, again, on Buffy. Avoid Buffy unless you like trash, and you have enough snacks to sink a small rhino.

10 minutes ago:

Me: How do you draw a rhino.

Brother: Draw a unicorn, then make it fat.

Tada-

I am the worst thing to happen to art, ever.

I was going to write a really long and interesting post tonight

I was even going to start early, plan the story out and try and be funny for once.

However, this idea died when I was asked to help colour Punk's girlfriend's hair, because I'm the only one in the flat who's trustworthy and not evil. So instead of posting to my small corner of the internet and becoming famous for my amazing story, I ended up spending over an hour failing with purple hair stained gloves. 

I refuse to confirm nor deny that this is the same image used yesterday except with purple instead of red, I also refuse to admit that my drawing skills are going downhill. 

I'm not lazy, I'm a true energy conservationist.

Camden was amazing, as usual, today. Wish I had cash to spend there but it's my fault for buying expensive things all of the time. However, today's festivities led to the full use of my second film- meaning that I have my first two ready to develop. This may seem boring, and it is, but I'm excited about seeing my dodgy old film camera pictures come to life. I mean, the Punk can do it- so why can't I?

So yeah, running through the key points:

- I'm shit and forgot to write a good post.

- I'm in a hurry to get to bed so I can get up early and go to uni all day like a nerd.

- To take my mind off how much I miss my time with girlfriendcat.

Which has led to

- Guilt about writing a crappy post.

- Excitement about seemingly nothing.

- A random picture of Bernie, the useless Easter Bunny understudy.

He's like:

Hey, here are your eggs. I don't get the whole chocolate thing, so I got you real ones.

They're better for you too. 

Actually, by the looks of it I may have brought you chickens. 

Oh, and they're kind of dead. 

Happy Easter?

2

BOOM he follows up on his promise and delivers.

I'm as shocked as you are.

After a long night of Twin Peaks, a large meal and a musical conversation than could span a solid mile if interestingness was measured in inches, I have returned to the laptop. However, due to the wonder that is Good Friday tomorrow- I'm unsure how to spend my time productively. This is because I am now on my cloud of pride and I don't want to tumble to earth in a wave of depression caused by the ever-churning sea bed of reality, which rests on the fault line of uncertainty.

What was my original point to that?

Oh yes, I'm all up myself and can't give myself a day off or I'll fail my course and die or something.

Shh, lazy photoshop blood isn't a sign of my drawings going downhill- it's more proof of how distracted I am by the prospect of real death.

So I'm going to say the moral of this story is never be productive unless you want to enter a spiral of self hate for not being productive any more. You'll look back on the day that you used to get shit done, and wish you could still have that many attractive future prospects. Well, you might. I work in the music industry, I have never had attractive prospects and I never will.

So with oh so few minutes until Britain enters Good Friday, I'm applauding myself for two posts in a day, and also wondering why it's not 3am already. Have a nice chocolate weekend beginning - I'll see you for day two tomorrow no doubt!

Another reason I'm useless with everything.

I was too distracted with the finale of Mad Men Season 2 and the beginning of Twin Peaks Season 2 to even comprehend the thought of being a good internet whore in posting something from my brain last night, so today you can have two.

Productive day was productive, and thus I'm floating on a lovely cloud of pride as I'm actually working fairly hard as opposed to failing university and becoming a truck driver, or something like that. I say truck driver as I can't drive, not because there's anything wrong with driving a truck- I don't want the Truckers Union of Regional Drivers all over me. The elevation of my mood from worry to cloudy pride may also have been caused by a certain 8-bit musical wonder that an artist I'm very fond of put online a few days ago.

I'm in love with it, and it will, no doubt, be married with my Battles album (when it does arrive in June) as my two new favourite Summer albums. The internet is such a wonderful thing.

The grindcore band? It's going well, thank you for asking. We have a hilariously well made logo, in that it's completely illegible, has some fake blood and a black background- as per the heavy rules regarding metal band logos. We also tried wearing similar trucker caps and shirts last night and lowering our guitar straps, but we failed at this point as our humility would only allow us to stretch so far before we would want to jump from our 7th floor windows. 

I'll leave you now so I can conserve some creative juices for later. Maybe a story and more pictures? Shit, now I feel obliged to do so- so I'll feel guilty when I forget.

Yes I know I could just delete that sentence, but I would know that I did it.

I am such a twat.

In shock

Dear -----------,

We wanted to let you know that you're just £359.41 GBP away from reaching your PayPal sending limit of £1,900.00 GBP.

How the hell have I spent over £1500 via paypal? I think I need to curl up into a ball and hide for the shame, I've become the psycho ebay trawler that my parents warned me about as a child. 

I'm too ashamed to even write any more.

Just warning you, myself and Punk have started a small time grindcore band named "Undying Aardvark". You may hear of this soon, I apologise- we have a collective terrible sense of humour and a love/hate of all music.

Right, back to the shame.

And little over a week later...

and I return to the site, after I have been paid by the government and spoilt by time with my girlfriendcat for two weeks. It's been an epic one- finishing, finally, with London Zoo today. I would hit you with pictures of giraffes and tigers and shit, but I was the only one who didn't bring a camera. This is because I'm alternative. Or lazy.

Here's a drawing of a tiger.

As you can see, I learned lots today. Completely missed the loris selection though, gutted.

So I'm back to London life, otherwise known as hoping dearly to find somewhere to live, being awake past 12 and slightly worrying about most things. Like the fact I finish uni for the year in about 2 months, and the sheer workload that has to be completed in that time. Yet, somehow, I still manage to justify drawing tigers and talking to myself online. I'm an idiot.

Anyway, in other news: 

HEY, IT'S GOOD TO BE BACK.

Catch you tomorrow night.

HEY GUYS

Thought I'd stop in, it being about halfway through my holiday in the South West. Things are good, been keeping busy looking after my ill girlfriendcat. Also, in other news, it is our 2nd year of togetherness today - so big loving goes out to her, and we'll be going out somewhere to celebrate in a bit.

Apart from that:

1. No word on my toy- bastards.

therefore

2. No work

therefore

3. No money

leading to

4. Casual poverty

leading to

5. Money borrowing

continuing until

6. Everyone hates me.

I suck at being a student. 

Hopefully I'll pop back in soon, but the internet is still largely unheard of in the South West of England- and to mention it in conversation usually sparks off either a witch hunt or a small scale civil war.

Finally, a moment of selfish self-applauding.

Happy 2 years to us <3