Adding further to my entry about a certain poet, I would like to give the singer/guitar player/songwriter/all round good guy award today to a certain Brady Clarke, who wrote the first song to have made me cry in a long while. His link is over on the side (im feeling kind of lazy, so cant be bothered finding the hyperlink right now - sorry brady)

Brady has several beatifully written ballads (written by himself of course) that all stir up powerful emotional responses and he has a uniquely compelling musical style that is just amazing. His voice has a certain eerie quality to it that is pleasing to both the ear and the heart. HE ALSO HAS A FAMOUS HAT,  which I took a quik-unpick to, in order to remove the 'illabong' that was embroidered onto it.  No, that isnt a typo, we left the B on it.

I recommend you check him out, because im fairly certain he'll be going places. (he's single too, ladies!) He has a myspace that showcases some of his music. My top 5 favourite songs of his are:

5. In The Sun

4. For The Love Of

3. Passing On (this is a PBF song, but brady plays bass for them, so it counts) This song is my ringtone. Its catchy and addictive.

2. I will Never Forget You

1. One Thing Worth Living For (the one that made me cry)

 

OK, so i decided not to be so lazy. This is his myspace link: http://www.myspace.com/bradyclarke

that is all today. i just wanted to share my impressions of brady clarke with you, and to encourage you to go listen to him. (also, when brady is famous, i can get VIP passes to his gigs. HINT HINT BRADY)

So, like, i've been doing a lot of thinking, both about the past and the future.

in the future i see only perpetual student-ness, unless i change my course.

so i want to change my course, because being a professional student only appeals to me when i think about going out into the world and getting a real job. but i dont want to be poor forever.

i want to run from my past. have no idea why, but thats what i want.

there's pain there, and i think thats what i want to run from.

but anyway, i want to do a degree in theatre production and become a professional director, or designer, or something, anything, as long as it means i get to work behind the scenes in theatre.

i have no desire to be in front of the audience, i prefer the challenge and mystery of being the subtle hand that directs the eye to the performance, one that makes things work together.

 

In other news, i have a new favourite poet.

He writes beautiful words that seem to reach right into me and make some sense of the world, even if they are written in confusion and inner turmoil.

his name is Brent

and he writes his poetry here

 

and chiodos are the best band of the week.

that is all.

 

So, like, I made an omelette that was really awesome. While drunk. It had brocolli and 11 secret herbs and spices in it. and some cheese. and egg, of course.

Then I got attacked by the demons of my conscience. And the Anchovy-Brents. pretty much simultaneously too, which sucked.

Pie.

Lemur.

GAH I HATE LIFE, WHY DOES IT HAVE TO SUCK SO HARD???

Pineapple.

 

KAPOW

OMG

IF YOU HAVENT SEEN THIS, YOU NEED TO.

BIGGEST LAUGH I'VE HAD IN AGES.

 

WTF?!?

YAAAAAAARGGGGH!!

WHAT HAVE THEY DONE TO MY SPACE???

THIS IS FREAKY WEIRD.

GODDAMN PEOPLE!! WHY CHANGE EVERYTHING?

AS IF MY MORNING HASN'T BEEN BAD ENOUGH ALREADY, YOU GO AND CHANGE MY SPACE INTO A CONFUSING LABRYNTH OF HUMAN INSANITY? IS IT REALLY NECCESARY? CURSE YOU, MICROSOFT!!! WHY MUST YOU INSIST ON CHANGING WHAT IS WORKING FINE, AND CONFUSING PEOPLE WITHOUT WARNING OR LOGIC??? I SWEAR, I THINK I'LL START A BLOG SOMEWHERE ELSE, WHERE THEY DONT CHANGE THINGS TOO MUCH AND IT ISNT ALL DEMENTED.

 

ANYWAY.

Before I signed in to make a new blog and saw all this change, it was going to be titled:

"WHY MORNINGS ARE NOT MY THING" or "MORNINGS ARE MY NEMESIS."

and here is why.

This morning I woke up at 6, hit snooze on my alarm, and went back to sleep. repeated this every 10 minutes until 7, when i was running half an hour late. Had shower, realised all my jeans are dirty, and panicked, but eventually found something to wear that wasn't too dirty. By then, it was 7:20. Then I had to dry my hair, and straighten it, this took until 7:45, which is the time im supposed to leave. Then, without consulting my timetable, i chucked a bunch of stuff into my bag, and ran out the door brandishing several books in a flurry of boots and apple, and medium length straightened hair. Hurried to catch my bus into uni, and missed it by about 30 seconds. So I went to McDonalds to grab a coffee and a bacon and egg mcmuffin, and then sat down and looked through my bag to try and find my reader for community work and social planning, and discovered, that not only did i not have that, but i also forgot my phone, pencil case, japanese books, pens, lunch, change for the bus, and my bus concession card. however, i did have the books for all the other subjects i do, which i do not have today. then i looked out the window at the bus stop, and saw my bus driving off yet again. GAH. It was then that I gave up and decided it wasnt my destiny to be at this 8:30 class and so I have decided to drop my community work subject and attend the afternoon japanese tutorial in order to avoid these early morning disaster sessions, thus saving myself much stress and pain. And also to get an extra sleep in.