Go out for lunch for friend’s birthday.

She leaves straight after.

We all go out and have fun in the park for the rest of the day.

Without the reason we came out in the first place.

Awesome.

On a sidenote, it was strange going on the equipment at the park as a 19 year old. Although the parents seemed to be amused by us when we were treating the bouncy, springy boards as some sort of Total Wipeout style assault course.

Good times with the maths bunch. And Matt.

Stay happy,

Ben.

At about 1am this morning, after watching about an hour of pokémon card unboxing videos because none of us could be bothered to plug my hard-drive in, we came to the conclusion that we should start a business buying and selling pokémon cards. Over the next few days, I am going to make this come into fruition, while no doubt Mulford plays his new copy of Skyrim and Ryan “revises” for his exam. 

It’s all about the probability of rare cards within booster packs - a problem which I aim to sort out using my newly acquired probability skills. Maths degree ftw.

Also, they’re awesome because for about an hour, while we were supposed to be helping Ryan think of ideas for his horror video last night (http://youtu.be/2hTc2KlFBhU), we were thinking of name puns that we could write into sketches.

Fuck going out. Fuck drinking. Fuck parties. This is where it’s at.

Over and out,

Ben.

Aside from the dream from last night wherein my friend Whitehead was a giant Transformer floating through space in my dining room and I defeated him with a giant snowball, I had another dream, which I have just now remembered bits of, and I thought I must write this down before the memory is lost to me forever. I thought Tumblr might appreciate it.

It started with me as an unnamed character (I’m not always me in dreams, I just take up random viewpoints as the narrative progresses) rushing up some stairs and into a bathroom, where a large crowd of people are keeping a toilet stall door pushed shut, and I join in. There is a strange white, holy looking light being emitted from above and below the door. The door is pushed shut. The crowd disperses.

The story may get a little fuzzy at times, due in part to my hazy memory and the sheer craziness and lack of continuity in my dreams. I may fill in gaps, just to make it make more sense for me, lest I go crazy trying to remember every little detail.

As the crowd departs, two small figures are left in the crowd; a small black boy and his little sister. I think this is where the boy takes up perspective of the dream. There’s also a memory of a white boy in there somewhere too, but I have no idea how he fits in.

The boy says something like “Dayyyymm” and the pair walk out. Fuzziness of memory occurs. They’re in some kind of shopping mall. They walk away, more fuzziness occurs, then they find their way back to the stall, thinking the holy light was something holy and something akin to heaven or God. Apparently dream me is religious now, who knew.

They open the toilet door again, to reveal a woman who in fact does look quite holy. She takes them to some underground hideout where she reveals herself to be, in fact, the devil incarnate. Her lair is filled with tables on which are set out many, many pairs of knives and forks, most paired together, but a fair few messily piled up. The boy starts picking some up and fiddling them while the devil woman, who is now red, stereotypically, spews some evil bullshit.

The she-devil then snaps at the boy for fiddling with the cutlery and when she shouts, all the piles of unmatched pairs fly into the air and clash back down in their respective pairs. The boy immediately stops touching them. I’m fairly sure the little sister is clutching a teddy. Irrelevant, just setting the picture.

And that’s all I remember. I do recall waking up and thinking it was the plot to the film Hugo, which is probably where the notion of a white kid comes from, and I am planning to see it on Sunday, although I hadn’t put that much thought into it to consider it a dream-worthy topic. I hope the film lives up to this dream now, because it was quite interesting at the time.

Whenever anyone else describes their dreams, it always seems to be something mundane like going for tea or meeting a famous person. I take imagination to the max in mine. No holds barred. I might start writing them here more often. Even if just as an online archive for me.

Stay happy,

Ben.

Getting rather bored, so I’ve taken to spittin’
Doesn’t seem too hard to write, if I keep the words fittin’
A fuck load of apostrophes, ‘cause abbreviations hip
I don’t know much slang, youth’s losing its grip 

Am I too white to rap? It’s too light to nap, but I’m feelin’ tired
Coulda slept last night, stayed up ‘til dawn, I was feelin’ wired
Same’s happenin’ now, midnights gone, listening to Fresh Prince
Admirin’ his bars, the lack of swear words, makin’ dem fogies wince

It’s simples to rhyme, keeping rhythm’s easy, I’m a drummer
Making it catchy, making it flow - that’s the bummer
Maybe some metaphors? Fuck man, life’s a bitch
Don’t forget the obligatory mention - da money, da hoes, da life with no hitch

Maybe namedrop some badboys, those artists in fashion
da boys in the hood, da rivals we’re bashin’ 
But I’m not in the loop, I just don’t know ‘em
Maybe I am too white, this whole mess was a poem .

Road trip tomorrow?  Probably not.

Should have got insured on my mum’s car while she’s away.

At the mercy of Ryan, who seems to lack a certain enthusiasm for driving.

My one adventurous, up-for-anything friend - who I incidentally spent 9 hours in a coffee shop in London with last week cause we missed the last train (purposefully) and had nothing better to do but sit in Starbucks after my gig had (www.facebook.com/furrowedfox - thanks for asking) finished - works 24/7, which is no fun.

I can see Ryan reading this and saying I sound “desperate”, as Mulf did earlier - but is it really wrong to want a little out-of-the-blue, random, spontaneous escapade?

Late night street frisbee and a trip to KFC for breakfast is all very nice, but with the imagination I carry and the amount of media I consume involving many an adventure, I feel like it’s time for something a little more… epic.