No-Face, Godspeed, Jones. Free stuff. - Sam

Lewis posted his blog just as I was writing one, so here's a new one. Skip to the end for free stuff.

This morning I almost shit the bed. Not because I'm incontinent or some kind of invalid, but because;
My bass is on a stand right next to my bed, due to the small African shack-house size of my room. It usually doubles as a hat stand, but I put my coat on it last night. When I woke up this morning disorientated as fuck from 5 hours of sleep, I thought I had some No-Face style shadow thing watching over me. I practically hit the wall. That woke me up more than any kind of coffee possible.

I downloaded more music today. Whilst going through it, I re-found my Godspeed You! Black Emperor! stuff. In the unfortunate event that any of you have ever listened to Godspeed before, then you'll know what I'm talking about when I say it literally does sound like the end of the world. Not in a heavy metal, long haired manchildren shouting about an apocalypse kind of way either. It's 30 minute long songs of dark ambience with broken instruments, bleak strings, little rhythm and depressing samples. It's barely music. I fucking love it.

I should have put Godspeed's Lift you skinny fists... in my #Albumsthatchangedme tweet, because I'd forgotten how hard their music makes me.

I started writing that part to lead into a bit of how listening to Godspeed had reminded me of someone I really, really hate, and ranting about them, but as I've written, I'm not in the mood anymore. Even though you keep trying to get at me through social networking sites, you cuntbag.

Doesn't it just look like a really fucking cheery bag of laughs album.

Since the start of the christmas holidays, I have done nothing. Every night I've had to drag myself to bed at 4am simply because I'm too lazy to even leave my chair to sleep. That's probably really unhealthy, but you only live once. Today I was just such a tramp that I ate a lunch of tea and donuts in a bubble bath. Heaven. Unlike Lewis and his shits discussion, nobody I'm into reads this, so I really DGAF about sharing that. +It's hardly on the same level as chocolate river tummy shames. I need to fill space here to make this blog worthwhile anyway.*

Yesterday I spent all morning watching P&R, all afternoon in bed listening to early White Stripes, considering how hot Rashida Jones is, and if I should wallpaper my room (those two things are not related in whatever creepy way Oli is thinking) Then I spent all night playing DC Universe. It was a strange ordering of the day, and I'll probably repeat it before I have to go back to college.




Hrrrnngh. Wifey 4 lifey.






Also, some people everyone has accused me of being grinch-like. This isn't true at all; This year I'm actually looking forward to christmas and this waiting business is driving me up the wall. Infact I'm so giving this festive season that I'm giving away my old WoW account. 2 level 85s, one alliance one horde, some other accounts, and fair amount of gold on both sides. Get back to me for details and I'll change the password and switch it to your email address. You'll just have to pay the subscription for it. I'm not that generous.