Sunday, 25 October 2009

And you give yourself away....

Not Waving But Drowning...

Nobody heard him, the dead man
,But still he lay moaning:
I was much further out than you thought
And not waving but drowning.
Poor chap, he always loved larking
And now he's dead
It must have been too cold for him his heart gave way,
They said.
Oh, no no no, it was too cold always
(Still the dead one lay moaning)
I was much too far out all my life
And not waving but drowning.
Stevie Smith. 1957
another Vic favourite.
I have some miserable choice in poetry!

Wednesday, 21 October 2009

WH Auden Twelve Songs...

Literally, Pure Poetry.....
Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead,
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.
He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong.
The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood.
For nothing now can ever come to any good.

You can't fix everything that's broke...

You can't stop your friends making mistakes.
You can give advice but who ever takes it?

You can't stop them acting out either.
You just grin and bear it and wish they'd act their age.

You can't change the way people feel.
thats a given.

You can't stop loose lips sinking ships.
people talk..... it's the way of the world.

but you can choose not to dwell on other peoples behaviour and just get on with things...... and that's what I'm doing.

The way I'm feeling...

Sometimes is never quite enough
If you're flawless, then you'll win my love
Don't forget to win first place
Don't forget to keep that smile on your face


Be a good boy
Try a little harder
You've got to measure up
And make me prouder

How long before you screw it up
How many times do I have to tell you to hurry up
With everything I do for you
The least you can do is keep quiet

Be a good girl
You've gotta try a little harder
That simply wasn't good enough
To make us proud


I'll live through you
I'll make you what I never was
If you're the best, then maybe so am I
Compared to him compared to her
I'm doing this for your own damn good
You'll make up for what I blew
What's the problem...why are you crying

Be a good boy
Push a little farther now
That wasn't fast enough
To make us happy
We'll love you just the way you are
If you're perfect

Sunday, 27 September 2009

Forever kept in loving memory

1) Buy a litre of Vodkat.
2) Eat hummas and chips.
3) Mime your way through "Poker Face".
4) Fall over on Union Street.
5) Get in a fight because your best pal was getting bummed at the bank machine. Then loose your earrings.
6) Look this bad:







7) Plan and arrange outfits for Halloween which involve being Iona YF and Vic Hendo.
8) Dance to "some sort of hardcore version of 'Baby got back'".
9) Ask random birds to do up your dress whilst standing naked in the toilets.
10) Pretend "Boom Boom Pow" is playing when it's really Slipknot just because you want an excuse to dance with Smit.
11) Loose your friends.
12) Manage to get to Warehouse. Blag your way in for free by demanding you get a stamp. Lone behold your friends managed put THEMSELVES on the guestlist.
13) As soon as you arrive, start the Iona Tierney academy of dance. This involves, jogging on the spot, pointing your fingers like you are an air traffic controller and jog the length of the dancefloor on your lonesome. For 40 minutes straight.
14) Don't panic when your best friend falls INTO a table.
15) Go back to Korova by yourself because you doubt that walking up the stairs to go to the toilet is a good plan.
16) It's 3am. Time to vomit.
17) Have your best friend tell some guy that his name is not a name, it is an emotion. "Sigh" or "Si".
18) Gowans: "Can a hae your sacks?"
19) Walk hame barefoot.
20) Your feet. So try to hail an Ambulance as a taxi.
21) Either text boys to ask them to "stay over" or simply shout them because "Aberdeen isny that big, they'll probably here."
22) Phone for help when two Polish/..Frenchmen try to end your life. P.s, thank you Mike.
23) Don't sit on someone's motorbike. The alarm WILL go off and the owner WILL shout at you while you try to retrieve your lost heels and run away for dear life.
24) Arrive at your destination. Get naked. "Multi-spoon" your fellow companions.
25) Decide that you want to pranky someone. So, text there best friend, knowing that they are with them and ask for there number. They will NEVER find out who it was.
26) Start a rival clothing company, name it "Boner over Rory".
27) There's no point in asking if a song that contains the words "Tease me" is by Shaggy. It will be.
28) NEVER sing a song called "Your name is Smit, you are in ASD. You're glasses steamed up, when you looked at me."
29) Nor say, in the style of Shaggy, "It wasny me" after every single line in every single song.
30) There's no point in your texting your boyfriend because "everyones getting nailed apart from me." You will jynx your friends chances.
31) Don't doubt Matty Hoods identity. He will tell you to fuck off.
32) Don't send two people the same sext message. "you wanna stay at mine the night??" Two question marks. Nae kisses.


several hours later:
Victoria Gowans:
"I can't believe we slept till 11 o'clock."

Vicki Cockburn:
"I can't believe i'm such a whore."

Thursday, 24 September 2009

I Think We'd

be fucking happy.

but we are not going to be.

maybe its best cos I don't want to ruin us.

but the lonliness I feel right now physically hurts.

Friday, 4 September 2009

Fucking Perfection

I can't not cry when I hear this now.

someone please find a copy of it for my Ipod.


Aberscene Disease

Strikes again.
I want everything straight away.
I want to know where I stand from day one.
That I blame on you and him only.
I want to do everything right now.
Today is really dragging can't wait to see everyone later on.
some more than others as always.
which means the night will be a total fail probably.
Don't have the paitence to wait and see.
Morrissey wins again,
"Please Please Let Me Get What I Want..."

Thursday, 3 September 2009

When I was with someone...

You never left my side, my flat, my life..
Now that you are with someone.....
You've Gone.
what's that about?
Think I know what my role in your life was now don't I?
I no longer think bout you everyday, wonder what your doing at the weekend, or have the slightest inclination to see if you wanna hang out, the things we did good or bad are just memories now, they mean nothing, you turned me into a horrible person sometimes;
A liar and a cheat.
I doubt I'd even call you my friend anymore it's been so long since we've talked.
I miss you is just words.
and to be honest I'm starting not to even miss you anymore.

The Nicest Thing....

All I know is that you're so nice
,You're the nicest thing I've seen.
I wish that we could give it a go,
See if we could be something.
I wish I was your favorite girl,
I wish you thought I was the reason you are in the world.
I wish my smile was your favorite kind of smile
I wish the way that I dressed was your favourite kind of style.

Tuesday, 1 September 2009

just waiting and wondering...


Times Change, But We Never Will




I love my Monster Munch.
He keeps me sane.
makes me tea
and wakes me up at silly times.
He is the best boy in my life.
I made him feel like I wasn't around anymore and I hate myself for that.
x

I'm baccccccckkkk

ahhh I have missed you.
It seems like lots has been happening

Or maybe my heads been in the right place recently

and I've not had time alone to sit and mull on my feelings.
met someone.
he was lovely. then became a total tool.
as for recent events no idea what to do there.
be the one that breaks the mould?

It amazing what a few weeks has done
Favourite photo of the last few weeks
Everyone loves a fishface!


Thursday, 23 July 2009

Dear Mr. Vernon

We accept the fact that we had to sacrifice a whole Saturday in detention for whatever it was we did wrong. But, we think you're crazy to make us write an essay telling you who we think we are. You see us as you want to see us: in the simplest terms, in the most convenient definitions. But, what we found out is that each one of us is: a brain . . .
And an athlete . . .
And a basket case . . .
A princess . . .
And a criminal.
Does that answer your question?
Sincerely yours, The Breakfast Club.

Friday, 17 July 2009

it's like you're the swingset

and I'm the kid who falls

Wednesday, 15 July 2009

I should be much to smart for this

You know it gets the better Of me sometimes
When you and I collide
I fall into an ocean of you
Pull me out in time
Don't let me drown
Let me down


My Itunes FTW tonight x

This Song Makes Me So Happy.....

Which do I love more though........







Think Arcade Fire might just win...

I've met someone who makes me feel Seasick...

:)

I'm a geek with the boyshapes.
For Serious. But its all good.

My head is still like death.
Swine Flu is not cool.
Nor is the Toothache.
Wednesday can't come sooner!
Nor is people worrying for no reason.
I spoke up I'm now done :)
Team TierBurn are on the case with other things.

Decisions Decisons...


TUESDAY FTW.

Tuesday, 14 July 2009

Talk is Cheap.

That Stung.
I'm not unhappy that you've mentioned it, It just stung a lot and I don't know why. Perhaps cos I thought I was getting over it, and accepting that things have changed!

so unwell today. Nearly Fainted on Cheryll. Good times.
Battle over who was taking me to hospital. Noice.

eatingscheatingeatingscheating.
fallen off the wagon again.
also got too drunk again.
Made some decisions with Iona last night, lets see how we get on with them!
My wife is in hospital after her op and my monster munch is 19 :D