BOONBEANS, YOU'RE PLAYING CATCH-UP

Right, catch up you say..ok mr kelly!..this ain't gonna be fun for either of us.
"who am i?...i was born in 1980, a son of a famous baker, i grew up the youngest of 11 brothers in a barn..."

oooh!! new look log! that's my bean mask up there^

it's been about 3 weeks since i've had a real chance to jot down my thoughts and glue in some rubbish drawings. you hav'nt seen the last of them for sure.

so, i've nearly got all my things back. laptop back in front of me where it belongs (now with a extra 20 geebees in there). the cops still have my camera and my record breaking blue checked shirt (372 apperances in town center's across the land). it's annoying being without an ipod after having it for over a year and a half. i'm borrowing my housemate's minidisc player which is forcing me to listen to stuff i've not heard in ages..forgot how amazing 'clouds taste metailic' by flaming lips is! songs about frogs, boys with massive brains, superheroes, and birds. i have a phone again! only problem is it does'nt seem to want to save names on it? now after weeks having expensive problems with my gadgets and gizmo's i am actually glad of a good old fashioned head-scratcher...there's a hole in my pocket. ...MUM!!

apart from the money it cost to repair my laptop, it was'nt really that bad because my brother mark had all my stuff saved on his computer. hmmm.. mark for some reason decided to delete my biggest folder. the nugget!! his excuse was he needed more space and chose to delete the folder because it was called 'gubbins' and did'nt sound important. it had years of scans, photoshop work, and the 1st 1/4 of my short film script (well that supose is'nt worth crying over). oh well mark you are forgiven. when things like this happen i always think of that fat fool russell grant and his 'things happen for a reason' peices of advice. no, no i don't..i think one of my favourite moments of art. this artist (forget his name) decided to destroy EVERYTHING he owed by shreading it. from bank accounts, letters from dead family members, photos, records collections, his car, passport, to his last pair of pants he was wearing. he was left with absolutely nothing! yeah, so i think i'll cope without a few scans of sweet wrapers.

i had to scrub my dirty underwear in the sink today, never done that before. hope they dry in time for work otherwise its the old upside-down sock trick again.

i'm still employed as a slave at the fopp warehouse which may surprize a few people judging by my past record. shortest job?...20mins! i was to deliver local papers, i reversed the van in their carpark and was told to get out. not right for the job said the man "why?" "..er..just, nope..not what we are looking for". so i'm starting to get settled at fopp, enjoying the back pains, bad coffee, and the 4 metal albums a day. i now know the differance between 'megadeath' and 'dillinger escape plan'...about 2 cords..BOOM! there are perks to the job...half price cds and dvds, free promos, free tickets to gigs. *cletches fist* this is a REAL man's job! you want a box? a good solid carboard box?? come and see me. you want it taped up good and fast? come see me. just as long as i'm not on my tea break eating all my lunch 2 hours early.

no real drama apart from getting chucked out and banned from the academy. all i'll say is that the dj has to be responsible and to be prepared to take the consequences of playing certain records. SFA 'the man don't give..' was not a good choice at 2.30am on freshers night with me in my state. me.."i did NOT aim at the dj!! i was aiming for the sky i swear" the beer-soaked dj.."no, everyone does'nt do it! i know what happens at them super furry gigs, and i never saw any rowdy pranks" i think he's confused.. he went to an animals performance back in the 60s. although ive read that 'house of the rising sun' was greated with bottles vomit beeing thrown in the direction of the stage.

the other week i went to @ bristol (which is a giant greenhouse with wierd creatures and strange fish) with my mum, brother and grandparents. my mum was buying the tickets for a tour when the chap on the main desk said "so thats 1 adult, 1 student, 2 oap's and 1 child" my mum (aware she may be able to save a few pennies) asked what was the child cut off age. he replied 14. HA! he thought i was 14, no! under 14!! we were all cracking up. he then looked very embarrassed. it's not that surprising that he thought i was a little child really, at the time the others were at the desk, i was kicking my feet at the other end of the entrance shouting (in a silly still-drunk-from-the-night-before voice) "mark! come and look at the giant snails, they are massive!" and "mum! can i have some money for the ribena machineeee pleeease"

whilst without my laptop, ive been spending most of the last few weeks watching the new sparkley magical beta band dvd. soo much on there! i never thought most of the footage would ever come to light. now i have a on-line dvd rental membership i've been watching a few more films. also been loving the 'mighty boosh' 1st series and the 4th series of 'curb your enthusiasm' dvds. at last they are showing 'curb..' on tv at a sensible hour (sorry i turned into grandpa there).

being without the internet for a while has made me realize how little i actually need it. i wasted far too much time reading celeb gossip, finding out about the hidden satanic messages in boards of canada albums, and chit-chatin on msn about..er..nothing at all! might start up team goal in the evenings again..hmm?

what's that? geri halliwell's pregnant!!! why did'nt anyone tell me!??