It’s taking a lot of effort to really finish these last few things so everything is ready to record in the new year. I think it should all be done tonight, I’m not going to sleep until it’s finished. It just makes me think that some things are hard work but if you’re in the middle of doing it, chances are it’s going to be worthwhile to finish it.
Makes me weep, seeing people panic-shopping in the works makes me feel sorry for their relatives. Don’t get me wrong, for all I know this man next to me’s family might love an Elton John’s greatest hits CD, a 5 year old pirates of the Caribbean game for the wii and a bin shaped like a fire extinguisher.
Of course it is, it always will be, at least until you’ve got everything you want. I’d say I’m pretty close for the first time in my life and I know the road’s been rocky and it’s going to continue to be but in the end, I’m going to look back on all of this and think about how lucky I was that I never gave up. Basically, do everything you can to get everything you’ve ever wanted. You’ll never regret it. Let’s get the weatherman to do a re-take because it seems like blue skies are due again.
I need it. I need to explore and I need to discover new things. I know I have to wait so I guess I can be patient.
A kid I used to go to school with who I’d describe as “not unintelligent, but definitely mentally deficient” has just published a book, met Margaret Thatcher and several members of British Royalty, got a job in junior government and all before his twentieth birthday. It really is making me think that true genius is destined to go unnoticed or only be recognised posthumously. This thought saddens me.
Simplicity is Perfection.
Without shaving. I will care for this beard as if it were my own child. I regret nothing.
Why does this never actually mean, what it’s supposed to mean. I am not a fucking mindreader.
Very easily one of my favourite books of all time and I discovered last night that it has been turned into a film. I saw the trailer and saw Garett Hedlund as Dean Moriarty and was reasonably pleased with the casting choice until Kristen fucking Stewart’s gigantic emotionless chin wormed it’s way onto the screen in the form of the central female role, Marylou. Film, ruined. Chance of “The Dharma Bums” film, ruined. Excitement, ruined. All respect and expectation for future film conversions of my favourite books, ruined.
That’s what it feels like at the moment, it seems that just when I think some progress is being made and everything’s going to be perfect, it all just goes back to square one. This doesn’t mean I’m going to stop trying, of course not. It just means I have to try that much harder I guess.