on returning to university, and not going out

  this week was the first one back for the second year of university. if I had the blogging talents of the Fantastic people who make these awesome blogs, (here and here) then perhaps I could go into detail more on some of the events, such as the odd question on the bus, and my awkward introduction to my film course. if these things were made up, perhaps I could talk about them in better (or at least some) detail, however my journalistic and autobiographical skills are no match to other blogs. (did i mention this one and that one?)
  not going out, a past time I enjoy, might be coming back to haunt me, however. the world of the student outside lesson circle seems to take place in the clubs, town nights and house parties. I don't have much talent for such things, and might be losing out as a result.
   it might not matter, though. I have got through life pretty well without going out too many times (I do occaisonally wander in, out of curiosity and a need to keep up with the times and things), and I bet there's other ways to keep up with the student social world without going to town every night. all I need to do is find out how...

(in case you were wondering, I was unnessecarily introduced to my film course by another one of the teachers, for no specific reason. the method used ("hi everyone, this is Izaak, he'll be joining your film course. he's brilliant!") suggested a "he's a bit special and scared of everyone, so please be nice to him" approach. then I could find a chair, and stood about like a divvy for a bit while i looked for one. not the best "how do you do.")

(as for the bus, someone i don't really know from my history, but know enough to say hello, asked me on the bus, unespectedly, and quite loudly, "are you single?". it wasn't until after i made some sort of excuse that he explained that he ment single honours. i had misunderstood. however, throughout the week I did get a cake, and a couple of hugs from a couple of lovely friends, so it wasn't all bad.*)

*just to make sure you know, i'm not a bit special and scared of everyone, despite evidence to the contrary.

hmm...

not returning to university until next monday, spnding a non-university week in liverpool is.... dull.

have been spending more than my normal amounts of time in Bold Street coffee, waterstones and the Lego shop. the only problem is that these places cost money.there is little to do to kill time in liverpool for free (there are parks and galleries, but...)
my recently decided mission to make more friends this year should go well. hopefully.

sort of looking forward to monday, when uni starts again.

the Sun and the Moon

Based on an Idea by Ant Briscoe.

The Sun hates the Moon.

Look at him – whizzing about the stars like no body's business. Hanging around that Earth. Only him, as well. Billy no mates. Saturn and Jupiter are the party planets.

“Oy!” the Sun blared, as Moon glided past for the umpteenth time.

“yerwhat?” Moon wasn't listening, shot right past.

“Oy!”

next time Moon came around, he stopped. Moon knows the Sun doesn't like him, so he's less sociable when he talks to him.

“yeah?” Moon asked.

“what do you do, really?”

“what?”

“what do you do? Why does Earth hand around with you?”

“Well...” Moon started, thinking. “I'm night-time, aren't I? When you tip off the horizon, I pop out, keep the sky interesting...”

“only because you reflect me!” Sun protested. “anyway, your not really needed for night-time, are you? I bring light, which is essential for all life. Night-time is just the lack of me. Everyone goes to sleep at night, anyway. Are you that boring, that everyone goes to sleep when you arrive? When I leave, everyone's like 'oh, well, never mind, I guess I'll go to sleep until Sun comes back.'”

“I'm useful...” Moon muttered, still in thought of something to put that smart-arse Sun in his place. He suddenly piped, with more than a hint of pride, “I'm beautiful.”

“what do you mean?”

“I'm romantic. The shivering light of the Moon, the shiny blue haze, the dark craters, the face of the Moon... I'm serene, and peaceful. You, your overbearing. No one can even look at you, or they will never look at anything ever again! You are so ugly and so bright, I cannot imagine what it would be like, how it would feel to never be looked in the face.”

a low blow. Sun burned a strong, deep red.

“you insignificant little rock! You tiny, tiny clump of dust! I could fir out a solar flare, without any effort at all, and blow you, and your whole stinking world into atoms and dust!”

“all right, calm down, Sunny boy...”

The Sun had had its moment. He returned to a bright yellow-y white. He sighed, breathing out slowly. Things were all right again. Moon made a mental note not to push things too far for a bit.

“So..” Sun continued, “why are you important?”

“the seas?” Moon suggested. “I've got the sea's going down...”

“yeah, I'll give you that one.” Sun agreed. “the tides are important to Earth.”

“thank you” Moon quietly replied. Right then, which is better, day or night?”

*

“dawn?”

“dawn is nice,” Moon replied. “I like dawn. A new day.”

“yeah, I like dawn, too.”

“you would,” Moon retorted, “that's when you start working!”

“all right, easy...”

“How about Midday?”

“Midday can fuck off!” Sun snapped. “I hate midday. how do you feel about midnight?”

“I love midnight...” Moon soothed. “midnight is the most peaceful part of any day. It's either a shiny new day, or the last remaining part of the night.”

“I like lazy afternoon.” Sun replied. “its so peaceful. Occasionally I'll burn the sky a slight reddish tint. I think it adds something...”

“I'm noticing a pattern” Moon suggested. “peacefulness. There are certain parts of day and night that are peaceful and serene. Perhaps we cannot really decide on which is better. I mean, without night, there would be no day, and without day, no night. One cannot really be better than the other...”

“still...” Sun suggested. “I prefer day. They may be both necessary, but I'd prefer to work day than night, any time.”

“I would hate to work day” Moon replied. “I love the quiet of the night.”

“Oy!” Earth shouted. “Get to work!”

Sun and Moon may not get along, but they both enjoy the occasional debate. Earth always comes along to interrupt things.

“Well, I better be off...”

“same. I'll see you around, sometime.”

“yeah, see you later.”

and both the Sun and the Moon went back to work. They would meet up, again and again, forever an ever, and they would continue to argue and debate over which of the two is more important. And they would never decide on an answer.

the Starbucks Tree

working on the trams gives you time to write. especially when the work entails sitting in the canteen for seven hours because there aren't any trams to go on. i worte two things during that time, and here is the first:

What did you expect to find
underneath the Starbucks tree?
is the fruits hung on it's branches
really such a Mystery?

did the corrugated cardboard leaves
really leave you that confused?
did you really never know
how the plastic cups were fused?

the cappuccino starts to flow
through the roots and in the maze
the coffee brews, the days go past,
the Earth and Sun both spin a daze

the frappucino branches brew
the freezing chlorophyll to make
the caramel that gets its flavor
from the sugars in the lake

the paper cups pluck from the tree
and are filled with drinks galore
the townsfolk come from all around
they are always after more

so there you are, the Starbucks tree
and I'm amazed you didn't know
that such a tree could ever be, that Coffee drinks
from it do flow

we're you expecting gold, or drugs,
stars or lightening? things like that?
those other trees should have them there,
in the woods your looking at

a tree for everything, for dreams,
a tree for bread, a tree for tricks,
but this tree is the only one
where you can get your caffeine fix

so lets all hail the Starbucks tree,
the only one i ever go
to visit, 'cause it gives you drinks,
and that is all you need to know.

this ol' blog of mine is wearing a bit thin

don't have much to say for a while, and i'm not very good at chatting about things (unlike some of the other awesome blogs I follow), but i need to keep up appearances, otherwise i'd forget.

  if you go on Jottify, you can sell your stories via Kindle (and all the other e-book doodads), and you can put your stories, rants or anything up for others to read and comment. you can even make covers for the stories and put 'em in collections, and join groups related to your stories.

all my things can be found on there Here. thats everythin' i've written that I can remember about.

happy blogging, everyone. (does anyone get the title reference?)

went and wrote another poem, this time it isn't about spiders.

this one's a bit happier. it's called "Words and friends."

perhaps I should start

with Hello

or hi, or hey, or how are you.

I think its what I want

to say

to start off something big and new.

The other word, thats in

my head

is thankyou, what a thing to hear,

Is sticks to every thing

you find

and makes it happy and sincere.

But what are words that cross

my mind

if I don't use them differently?

the words are only

little things

string them together, why don't we?

Conversation, now we're

there

we're at the bit that that's built to last.

We do it right, we make

it work

the fragile words are flying fast.

Perhaps I ask you what

you like

you answer, and I listen in.

its nice that we are

so alike

though at this point, the friendship's thin.

We keep it going,

never stop

until we reach a final bit.

There's nothing more for us

to know

about each other, and that is it.

Now that we're friends it

doesn't mean

that there are no more words to say.

We garble sounds and write

them down

to use them for another day.

Sorry is one of

those things

that is never heard just only once.

Like thankyou, it's said

a million times

it never loses importance.

Perhaps we should make up

more words

because my list is growing thin.

I cannot think of much

to say

without repeating everything.

Now that we're friends, and

close enough

to know each other through and through

the words we use once

and again

will always be around for you.

So there we are, at least

for now

we have a friend, and words and sound.

Its always nice to write

things down

and share them when you are around.

So sorry, is what I might have

to say,

or thankyou, or lets meet again.

We started with hello,

and then

we got to friendship in the end.

dreams, and odd shaped scars

i did something i always wanted to do today:

I wrote a price on the inside of a book cover, in pencil.

while it does not sound like the most ambitious thing to do, its something i've always wanted to do, and im glad i did it.
   it is not my biggest dream in life, but it is still important. i like people who have impossible dreams. people who go for the most out of the way dream imaginable, something which could be done, but the chances are very slim. people who have no dreams worry me.
  I know people who want to be Actors or Actresses, Film producers, Journalists, Chefs - all very worthwhile dreams. but i love the people who want to be really good, highly respected and renowned Actors and Actresses, Film porducers, Journalists, Chefs. people who work with their Heroes, and make their heroes proud.
   i think everyone has some impossible dreams, but sometimes people don't put any effort in. i know people who might want to do anything, but dont make it clear what they want to be. people who have no obvious hobby. they worry me.
  i would love to work in a bookshop, and would love to be an author. thats my dream. my impossible dream is own a bookshop, be a well known author, write a Doctor Who episode, and work with the authors I admire and respect the most.
 whats your dream?

also, i have a scar from a blister on my heel. it'l heal up, but it looks like a big cartoon-y Love heart. but it could also look like a Letter U, or a letter C. or an N, or...