This song makes me long for the summer I never had. I did have it, I guess, when I went home for two weeks... But I didn't know this song then and I didn't dance around a barbeque with a chick from motown with a bouffant!

Am I meant to enroll today? Am I meant to enroll on thursday? Its difficult to know since Saint Martins is run by the English and they send contradictory information to different students, as well as downright incorrect information (Alfie got a "welcome to third year!" packet.)

How did this country survive so long I often ask. I realized yesterday its not surviving at all ! Its really only been such a short amount of time since the end of major imperialism, and England is just running on the carryover capital and more important land wealth of all those years of dominating. But in complacency they seem to have grown incompetent and they are quickly dragging themselves down (and my sanity with them!)

This "couldn't be bothered" attitude is really quite amusing to me. The English aren't bothered to do anything at all, even if it means preserving their basic qualities of life. (I.E "Couldn't be bovvaed to get any loo roll.") Who needs to be bothered when you can use your hands? Maybe it's just that England's been around so long, and have seen so much they haven't the sense of time and urgency that I do. If that's wisdom I'd rather be blissfully ignorant; and I am!

Nick And Alfies In/Out list Week of September 22nd:

OUT
(a) London club kids
(b) Calling yourself a club kid
(c) Kitten heels

IN
(a) Space lumberjacks
(b) Pizza
(c) More time Less money

Loving these beautiful days we have in London all of a sudden. Apparently August rained itself out... Have celebrated by running in nearby Regent's Park and Primrose hill. Am about 20x slower than the rest of the lycra clad yuppies, except for this one chick ive seen twice who wears really big t shirts, track suit bottoms and a really long plait.

Been listening to some really nasty pump up tracks like this little gem


Been a bit melancholy about the state of affairs in the homecountry, can someone please explain to me how money was invented and how someone convinced us all to use it? But I suppose until wallstreet actually falls over and were all wearing empty barrels there's nothing I can do except live responsibly and enjoy nice mornings/sick eighties tracks...
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Someone recently asked me how I would describe myself and without thinking about it I just said "Dumb." This could be viewed as both an incitement to unconfidence or on the contrary a sort of pompous joke implying that I am anything but. I think I meant it though, on some level; I generally think I am great and yet I am aware of a graceless boar in me who trundles through work and school and light conversation, misquoting and mispronouncing and generally being politically incorrect.

I suppose I could be disciplined and teach myself not to say a quote without knowing it's true, or talk on a subject I don't know anything about, or make a joke at someone's expense without knowing they can handle it. But I'm trying to be a more fluid part of my own life and the lives of others around me; more experience, less calculation. I figure even if I don't end up as far as I could have gone I will end up somewhere delightfully random.

I keep reading this line from Francois Sagan:
"My love of pleasure seems to be the only coherent part of my personality. Perhaps it is because I havent read enough?"