I want to write about how I’m aggressively unmotivated to do anything concerning progression in my degree. I want to write about how completely unattached to my family I feel I have become. So blissfully and yet painfully unattached. I want to write about how I have no feelings of sadness or grief associated with losing those around me to the real world. Especially with regard to one specific female who once was my best and has recently become my nothing. I want to write about the all-consuming, soul-devouring, euphoric love I feel for him. I want to write about how being apart makes me a bitter spiteful little thing. I want to write about how I obsess about every other freckle, every note of laughter, every intake of air, every inch of life, every pigment of his eyes, every damn thing about him.
I want to write but most importantly I just want to live
Yep. I’ve been away for literal years blah blah sorry etc and so on.
A few posts back I mentioned that I had fallen heavily for a boy after a uno-nighto-stando who played laura marlz on guitar for me the morning after and proclaimed that this was not how a ‘love story’ starts. Big news is that I have now celebrated my 7 month anniversary with this same boyo! SEVEN MONTHS PEOPLE! That is a ridiculous land mark for me. I’ve never been able to have a steady relationship for that long with anything never mind anyONE.
We have since even been to see laura marling in birmingham! I’m grossing you out aren’t I? And the maccabees and lucy rose and an we would have seen Bombay Bicycle Club if we hadn’t got in a big car crash (that wrote off his cue car clive) on the way!
I disgust myself with how much I like him.
This is a post about the film Quadrophenia and not about a trip to the sea side. Deceptive no? My new friend recommended it to me and I was very pleasantly surprised. First off, how can you not love a film about the conflict between ‘mods’ and ‘rockers’?! Well probably quite easily, but this was really good, honest! It’s all about Jimmy, your typical London-dwelling angst teen mod, who loves his mirror and flag adorned scooter, who is simply misunderstood by all generations especially his ma and pa. Don’t you just relate to that immediately? No? Well okay then. Him and his pill-popping gang have so much hate for the ‘rockers’, who wear leather and ride motorcycles (that’s how you tell who’s who) and they go around beating each other up. Modern day Romeo and Juliet without the love bit.. So not similar at all.
Anyhoo they have this mad weekend in Brighton, lots of fighting on the beach, lots of the popo, bit of sexy time with the love interest and STING. Yes that’s right STING turns up looking extremely fierce and disturbingly attractive in a silver trench coat get up and the blondest hair known to mankind. Immediately the film became one of my all time favourites. It all goes down hill after STING appears and Jimbob quits his job, gets dumped and generally goes off his rocker (not a rocker) and drives STING’s flash scooter off a cliff leaving us with a did he? did he not? kill himself sort of vibe.
BAM! Now that’s a film ladies and gents.
enjoy some sting on me x