I'm moving home this weekend, out of the student house I've lived in for the past year or so, and another 6 months before I went traveling. It's sad. I've had some great times in that room. But it's time to move on (not that moving home is a very good way of moving on). Living with your ex is generally a bad idea, and I don't think my liver can handle the constant drinking for much longer.
Strangely, I'm gonna have more privacy at home than at The House. The House is somewhat of a commune, so I can never be confident that someone won't walk in at any moment, sit on my couch and distract me from whatever little waste of time I was indulging in.
Also, I'll be living with my amps and drumkit, so that's fucking awesome. I gotta buy some double kicks though. The one I borrowed have finally returned to their rightful owner.
Also, I'll have the internet at home. That might mean that I start doing some work at work. I doubt it, though.
Also, I watched Lars Von Trier's "Dogville" last night. AWESOME FILM. You gotta watch the making of special feature "Dogville Confessions" as well.
Strangely, I'm gonna have more privacy at home than at The House. The House is somewhat of a commune, so I can never be confident that someone won't walk in at any moment, sit on my couch and distract me from whatever little waste of time I was indulging in.
Also, I'll be living with my amps and drumkit, so that's fucking awesome. I gotta buy some double kicks though. The one I borrowed have finally returned to their rightful owner.
Also, I'll have the internet at home. That might mean that I start doing some work at work. I doubt it, though.
Also, I watched Lars Von Trier's "Dogville" last night. AWESOME FILM. You gotta watch the making of special feature "Dogville Confessions" as well.
asbestosman:
Nick, this is you from the future. I've come back to warn you: don't talk to the dodgey guy on the train tonight. Trust me.