"The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow Roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars, and in the middle, you see the blue center-light pop, and everybody goes ahh..."
not a great deal to report, apart from the fact that i still have a sore throat and i am loathe to keep taking lemsip as i started taking it last thursday. bad times.
also, the feeling of general de-realization and anxiety is continuing which is also not great.
i have however been looking at universities and as i knew it would be, leeds is so far heading the pack. not just the course, but the whole place is brilliant and whenever i'm there i feel instantly at home..
yesterday i went to the police press conference about the death of the city banker in norwich city centre on saturday night. pretty gross story really. it was interesting to go from a journalistic perspective, but it's still somewhat unsettling to know that there are people around on a saturday night that wouldn't think twice about kicking a man to death. still i never really go out anymore so i guess i have nothing much to worry about. still a shocking story mind.
attempting to arrange a good work placement for this year. if anyone has a contact in the sports department of any national news publications or magazines, please get in touch! ha. thanks.
bought the two frank turner (he of millions dead fame) records the other day. really good folk/country punk music. definitely need to catch him live next time he plays here. or maybe go to london.
cake hate.
xo
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