The Sun and the Rain

It's been raining quite a bit today, ok, it's been raining all day today. Anyway, so needing to buy food, to allow me to eat and all that, I had to venture out into the tempest...

Alright, by the time I went out it was more rain than tempest, but you get the idea. I rather enjoy walking in the rain, I'll let Mike Barson explain why:

"It's raining again,

I'm hearing its pitter patter down.
Its wet in the street
Reflecting the lights and splashing feet,
Nowhere to go,
And nothing I have to do, have to do.

It's raining again,
I follow the christmas lights down town.
I'm leaving the flow
Of people walking all around,
Round and round.

I hear the sound of rain falling in my ears
Washing away the weariness like tears.
I can feel my troubles running down,
Disappear into the silent sound.

Just walking along,
My clothes are soaked right through to the skin,
I haven't a doubt, that this is what life is all about,
The sun and the rain.
Scraps of paper washing down the drain.

I feel the rain falling on my face
I can say there is no better place
Than standing up in the falling down
In so much rain I could almost drown.

Its raining again
A crack in the clouds reveals blue skies
I've been feeling so low
But now everything is on my side
The sun and the rain.
Walk with me fill my heart again.

I hear the rain falling in my ears
Washing away the weariness like tears.
I can feel my troubles running down,
Disappear into the silent sound.

I feel the rain falling on my face
I can say there is no better place
Than standing up in the falling down
In so much rain I could almost drown.

Do de do do de do do do
Do de do de do de do do do"

Yes, I was listening to that song as I walked through the rain..

X Minus One

Well, the holidays are rapidly approaching, bringing with them a tirade of daily work and toil. However before that, uh, joyous time, there's the menacing 'School Assessed Coursework [SAC]' (an essay. Well, two essays really) for Revolutions.. really should study for that one...

Anyway, what with seasons changing and all that, I'm revamping all my various profiles with a new image of myself. Yet for this one I'm unsure of which I'll use:

This'n-















Or this'n-

Not too bad old chap

So, today was the girlfriend's birthday, did rather well with the whole thing I must say. Another success was that I finally got started with the new Revolutions study-regime, didn't work for all that long, but it's a start at least. Unfortunately I've not been all that well the last few days, and as I type this I'm going through an anxiety attack and my OCDs spiked up rather high. Of course this is hardly the first time this has happened today, or any day for that matter, but it's still, well, you know.. (all three of you that is)..

Homoerotic Horror Porn

So tonight readers (yes, all three of you) I was out filming my Media class short film, quite a long, disorganised and almost enjoyable night. Of course my social anxiety hardly helped, but I'd roped a friend of mine into acting in it (he did a bloody good job too I might add) so at least that was reassuring. Of course he left once he we'd filmed his bits (no not like that) and from there on it was all rather more painful. Suddenly that link between myself and the rest of the team was gone, making it bloody hard to interact and just act normally around people I didn't know all that well and wouldn't normally be around. However eventually the thing was done with and I got the hell out of there, for a while I was able to cope with it, but then the whole thing went back to form; awkward, anxious form.

All quiet on the internet front

Last time on, The Braxietel Collection:
"Fuck fuck fuck, it's all fucked. Fuck"

Three Days Later:
"Oh, well that's not quite sooo bad now.."

Hello faithful readers! (That's right, all three of you). So, for those who don't know, I was recently informed that I am at the brink of failing my Revolutions class and that there's no way known to get out of this god-awful mess without someone (probably me) dying. Since then I followed up this line of enquiry and spoke to the teacher myself, to learn that I've actually passed the segment of the grade base on book-work and am likely to do rather well in the essay part of the end of year exam, but will need to work on Area Study One of the French Revolution for said exam. Not quite so bad, no? So it seems certain powers at be tried to put the fear o' god in me, and as readers of this blog (all three of you) may realise, they succeeded in doing so.

In other news, it was bloody warm today, I can't stand anything above 'fairly bloody cold', and so the recent spout of warmth is hardly welcome. It's nice seeing you again Mr. Blue Sky, but is Mr. Grey Sky coming back anytime soon?

Bloody Bloody

Why is it that people are so conflicting? They write one thing and say something completely different and quite scary. The shell shock's wearing off and it seems that I'm going to hell in a handcart. It's slightly fucked. I'll have to fix it, but it's going to be difficult, and painful and I'm sure I'll think of fleeing/suicide (one and the same really; 'cept one's bloody hard to come back from) more often than I ought as a result.

Something Positive

I know I usually use this blog when I'm overrun with anxiety, stress, pain, fear or either the desire to cry into infinity or pour hot rage upon the wold, and this time is no different. However I do think that this time perhaps I could do somehing about it, just this once I could try and do something other than drink tea whilst looking on at the world with contempt (I won't say what this positive action is, but it's certainly radical for me).