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baby

how is it goin?
want a good time, sugar?

I feel like you’re trying to get me arrested.

This is all a misunderstanding officer, I swear!

Good morning, 5.30…

We meet again.

This time I slept; however, only by the aid of a couple of pills. I realise how much of a drug maestro this makes me sound but it’s not like that. Before exams I can never sleep and so I pop the pills and sleep like a baby. Or so it would seem.

It’s a strange sensation but it’s not really like normal sleep. You lie there thinking, they’re not working, I’m never going to sleep. You check the time and it’s midnight. You lie there a little longer, you check the time and it’s 5.30.

Boom.

You just slept.

When you wake up you don’t feel too satisfied, either. Which sometimes results in sleeping in. I realise then, that if you can’t sleep, taking tablets to oversleep may be counter intuitive but it works some of the time. And I’d definitely miss my exams without them. I did, once. But it was only a minor exam.

LAST ONE TODAY. It feels a relief to even say that. This exam period wasn’t so great. It includes one major GSW to the head and that was “Linear Mathematics”. My only hope is that everybody found it hard and they all failed so we get scaled marks. Otherwise I’m going to have to take resits.

And guess what? The resit period is whack bang on the Reading festival bank holiday weekend. Woo! Unfortunate timing, you’re a cruel mistress.

Segway? Yes please.

I enjoy this time of year a lot, but not because of the hayfever I suffer, or the tiredness I get because of the heat. No.

It’s because everything looks so happy. If you imagine the sun with a face it’s definitely happy. The trees look happy they get to be alive again and it’s bright a lot of the time. I was walking back from the library the other night around 9 and it was still as bright as maybe 6 in the afternoon. When I “woke” this morning it was bright too. Summer is a way of letting us see at all times of day.

Anyway, I’m going to stop typing about this useless shit and get in the shower.

Boom.

You just read.

Panic! At the Disco played tonight at the UEA and I travelled on down to have a gander.

Prior to them coming on stage there was a support act called The Love Letters. I don’t really know how to tell you this, but it was literally impossible to tell if this lead singer was male or female. Girl’s clothes, jewellery, tights/leggings and boots, long hair, mascara?, no underarm hair… sounds pretty girly? Well add a deep man voice, manly facial features, kinda… arm muscles that’d suit a man’s build and also no breasts.

The guy/girl literally just took genders and normals and threw it out the window.

Now I would say, well done, good for you, you’re doing your own thing if it didn’t look so so weird.

Anyway, after I got over the lead singer, they were playing their last song. It sounded like all the others and it was pretty mediocre. I think they could have chosen a better support act, to be honest. But they fit the bill and the styles that Panic! seemed to be going for.

Then the techies took away the support act’s drum set and gear and then started the long process whereby all of the instruments used have to be set up. Keyboards, guitars, drums, mics and some other synth looking stuff. It took a really long time but I guess all the mics and tuning that goes into these things have to be all be tested.

They opened their set with Ready To Go (Get Me Out Of My Mind) which seemed like a good opener. I’d have preferred Stall Me, but I knew the chances of that were always going to be slim as it’s a bonus track off the new album.

The one gripe I had was that the balances of the instruments seemed a bit off. A lot of the time Brendan could be drowned out very easily at the beginning of songs and sometimes I think the only reason I knew what song was playing is because I knew the song.

The band really had fun, though and the set list included some “spontaneous” covers of James Blunt, George Michael and the Friends theme mixed the set list of their new and old hits really well. One thing the band were good at is having fun on stage themselves and making it not be boring to watch.

I wish they’d played more of Pretty. Odd. but all they played was 9 in the afternoon and That Green Gentleman. I’d also have liked to hear There’s a good Reason….. but again, not one of the most popular.

Anyway, I’m this is all from my phone and they’re just my fresh ideas from tonight. I now am all sweaty and going in the shower. BYE BYE.

Only thought I have leaving that gig - “Was that a man… Or a woman?”

Jessie’s in the man camp.

I’m in Norwich. Panic! at the Disco later. Naptime now.

I have my first exam tomorrow.

That’s not the unexpected part. Don’t worry.

I got back from my friends house last night at around 1.30am.

That’s not the unexpected part either.

I was tired, as expected. I skyped Megan on the way home. Video calls in public at 1.30am are fun. Expected.

Staying awake all night; laying in bed with stuff just running through your head until it hits 5.30am and you make a blog on tumblr.

Yeah, that was the unexpected part. But I’m here now and I have light music playing and I got all sad when Damien Rice was on.

Now Frank Turner is playing. And it’s about his dad. And mohawks. It reminds me of the gig I went to on Friday. It was a Frank Turner gig. That was to be expected, though.

Ahhh crap. What am I doing with my life? Well, I’ll tell you, tumblr. I’m trying to pass the first year of my maths degree. Staying up all night is step 2 to this process, apparently. The first was revision. And I cocked that up a bit too.

PS. “I have loads of time” is an excuse that becomes less valid the longer you use it.