Patience. It's a quality I sometimes wish I had a bit more of.
I've never been very good at having to wait for stuff. I'm the sort of bloke who wants everything in life to be spontaneous - do something now and reap the rewards etc. I also hate uncertainty - I'd rather know straight off whether something will be good or bad for me etc. Which is why I've never been any good at waiting. And right now it seems I'm having to do a lot of waiting in my life...for emogirl (or rather for a chance to finally spend some time with her when either my or her mates aren't there so I can explain about how I feel to her and hopefully finally cross the bridge between almost bf/gf to actual bf/gf), for my mates, with sorting a band out (what I wouldn't give right now to meet some people interested in forming a punk band which doesn't sound like either Green Day, the Chilis or Nirvana - for fuck's sake why bother when the stuff like that has already been done as well as it can be? Do something different!
), for the agency (we currently have a ton of gigs booked but seem to have been waiting forever for the bands we've got in mind for 'em to get back to us), for things to arrive through the post (CD's specifically - bloody Ebay) and for life in general (ie the day I can finally get the money together to get out of this job and strike out on my own).
Sigh...ever wished there was a way you could speed your life up a bit rather than spending it all waiting around? I know I have.
But anyway...this is gonna be my last journal entry for a bit as tomorrow I head for the West Coast where the beaches are...erm, swamp-like and the chicks are...well, a bit scary to be honest for the Wasted punk festival. Three days of cheap booze, cheap erm "stimulants" and suitably scuzzy music. It should be good.
In the meantime, please leave any comments, words of condolence, insults, cocktail-mixing strategies, hints for "Spyro Enter The Dragonfly" or "Super Monkeyball", offers of kinky sex (females only
) or general good vibes here and I'll get back to ya next week when I return to the homestead. My record is 23 comments natch so let's see if we can beat it hehe 
Only one comment each mind or it isn't really fair (tho I'll accept two in special cases)
Have a good week everyone and speak later.
Yorkie
(edited to say) I was hoping going out tonight would cheer me up but all it's done is the opposite - instead of the lads coming up here and us all going to my local for the pub quiz, we went to one in the city centre which I can only assume was devised by the Comic Book Guy from the Simpsons (ie unless you're the sort of geek who has every single Marvel comic ever published you won't even understand half the questions let alone get them right) and populated by irritating attention-seeking student types. It also didn't help that both of my mates who I went along with had female company and I didn't making me feel like a total spare wheel. And then, just to top a great night off, I spent the night bus journey home sat behind two mini-scallies listening to one going on about how he was going to "bray" one of his mates who he'd had an argument with (given the fact that he was a weedy little bugger, I think the smart money's on him getting his arse kicked if he tries anything but then that's probably just indicative of the foul mood I'm in tonight
). Have texted the others to apologise for being such a miserable git all night so hopefully forgiven and forgotten. Sigh...I really think I need this time away, my head feels badly messed up at the moment from all of the above plus a shit week at work (which is another story). Hopefully when I'm back I'll feel a bit better. Take care you lot and speak soon.
I've never been very good at having to wait for stuff. I'm the sort of bloke who wants everything in life to be spontaneous - do something now and reap the rewards etc. I also hate uncertainty - I'd rather know straight off whether something will be good or bad for me etc. Which is why I've never been any good at waiting. And right now it seems I'm having to do a lot of waiting in my life...for emogirl (or rather for a chance to finally spend some time with her when either my or her mates aren't there so I can explain about how I feel to her and hopefully finally cross the bridge between almost bf/gf to actual bf/gf), for my mates, with sorting a band out (what I wouldn't give right now to meet some people interested in forming a punk band which doesn't sound like either Green Day, the Chilis or Nirvana - for fuck's sake why bother when the stuff like that has already been done as well as it can be? Do something different!
), for the agency (we currently have a ton of gigs booked but seem to have been waiting forever for the bands we've got in mind for 'em to get back to us), for things to arrive through the post (CD's specifically - bloody Ebay) and for life in general (ie the day I can finally get the money together to get out of this job and strike out on my own).
Sigh...ever wished there was a way you could speed your life up a bit rather than spending it all waiting around? I know I have.
But anyway...this is gonna be my last journal entry for a bit as tomorrow I head for the West Coast where the beaches are...erm, swamp-like and the chicks are...well, a bit scary to be honest for the Wasted punk festival. Three days of cheap booze, cheap erm "stimulants" and suitably scuzzy music. It should be good.
In the meantime, please leave any comments, words of condolence, insults, cocktail-mixing strategies, hints for "Spyro Enter The Dragonfly" or "Super Monkeyball", offers of kinky sex (females only
) or general good vibes here and I'll get back to ya next week when I return to the homestead. My record is 23 comments natch so let's see if we can beat it hehe Only one comment each mind or it isn't really fair (tho I'll accept two in special cases)
Have a good week everyone and speak later.
Yorkie
(edited to say) I was hoping going out tonight would cheer me up but all it's done is the opposite - instead of the lads coming up here and us all going to my local for the pub quiz, we went to one in the city centre which I can only assume was devised by the Comic Book Guy from the Simpsons (ie unless you're the sort of geek who has every single Marvel comic ever published you won't even understand half the questions let alone get them right) and populated by irritating attention-seeking student types. It also didn't help that both of my mates who I went along with had female company and I didn't making me feel like a total spare wheel. And then, just to top a great night off, I spent the night bus journey home sat behind two mini-scallies listening to one going on about how he was going to "bray" one of his mates who he'd had an argument with (given the fact that he was a weedy little bugger, I think the smart money's on him getting his arse kicked if he tries anything but then that's probably just indicative of the foul mood I'm in tonight
). Have texted the others to apologise for being such a miserable git all night so hopefully forgiven and forgotten. Sigh...I really think I need this time away, my head feels badly messed up at the moment from all of the above plus a shit week at work (which is another story). Hopefully when I'm back I'll feel a bit better. Take care you lot and speak soon.VIEW 6 of 6 COMMENTS
good things come to those who wait!
and when you get what you've been waiting for it all seems worthwhile
feeel better