It really changed the mood for this blog. When I had originally planned the next post, urged on by the prestigious Liam Milne the idea was to moan about my unattractiveness and the way no boys are open with each other. However, as I type this I'm eating a home-made ginger and fig cake and I'm finding it quite difficult to remain negative. I mean, if I were complaining about about trivial shit now, I'd be making for the worst company in the world. So I shan't grumble, I'll be honest and hopefully positive.
Since my first attempt of originality, I have managed to find myself a book to enjoy; Mark Watson's Bullet Points. It's been brilliant so far, a fictional Psychologist's account of his experiences with disturbed patients, using an original method of sorting out their lives; listing their character defaults and influential experiences in bullet points. As deep as issues which affect psychiatric patients are, the author highlights that the explanation can be down to a dozen well-explained points on a single page. It's difficult to explain why I enjoy the book so much, I'd just advise you read it for yourself. Psychology is a fascinating subject, one which I love discussing with Liam. Intelligent lad that he is, his cognitive knowledge is excellent, and he's pretty brilliant with my improvised questions on dreams.
Still, that's probably enough about Liam, I don't want people to think I deserve an entry in a Mark's book.
So what else has been happening in Andrew's life? I'm not too sure really. My original plan was to title this post "I'm not sick but I'm not well", to put things into perspective. A wrong perspective, that is. Last Thursday all I wanted to do was write anything which would mean something to me on here, but since then I've been more feel good, due to a mixture of a rare A* for an English essay and a decrease in hostility amongst some of my closer friends. I'm still a bit lonely from not having a girlfriend (sob sob), but I can bear it for a while longer.
As a big Arsenal fan I have quite an important date in booked in my diary (although I am unaware of the actual date). I have booked tickets for the home Carling cup match vs Manchester City. As much as I feel we do have the quality to win the match, the Arsenal are going into the match clearly second best. In all the matches I have been to I have never seen us lose, so it is an important time for any football fan to see their team do something other than win or draw. It'd obviously be nice to witness a sterling performance and a professional victory, but let's just say I'm in touch with my own mortality.
Since it's arrival, I've been very much enjoying Rizzle Kicks' album Stereo Typical. So much so that I even had an argument with with my much beloved Grandma when she claimed that just because it wasn't to her taste- which isn't a huge surprise- the songs "Weren't music". It's probably not a great idea to get onto this topic again because I'm likely to break into a frustrated co-hoot about it all over again.
Stephen Fry has featured heavily in my week as is regularly expected. I enjoyed watching his documentary, it was nice to see that even a man of his calibre suffer and I enjoy his openness. I've previously mentioned my love for his novel Making History and I felt I loved it so much that I had to share its magic by lending it to Liam. Strange that such an act of generosity would not be received by eagerness and enthusiasm. To some contrast, Liam has shown incredible complacency by reading a miserly 18 pages.
I have of course left my best Stephen Fry themed experience till last. Yesterday I showed my Friend Taylor a video of a young Stephen, and she told me that I looked similar the great man himself. Wow oh wow, what an unexpectedly brilliant feeling.
Ending on a low point, I missed a splendid opportunity recently. Jamie had offered to buy me tickets to see a screening of a Sherlock episode followed by a Q&A session. As a devout Cumberbitch my heart leapt at the mere idea of being in the same room as Benedict Cumberbatch. However, my fantasy was short-lived when tickets were sold out, due to my forgetting to mention to Jamie that I was available. Damn, damn and a double damn for the weekend.
I'll think I'll leave it there for now. Hopefully next time I will have planned how my writing is to appear, rather than just guessing its content.
Any comments would be much appreciated. Bye bye x
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