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Jan. 10th, 2004 11:31 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
anotherusedpageDoes anyone know of a good website where I can get updates about what David Beckham's been up to, how his form is, when he last scored etc etc... cos I don't really follow european football that much (not enough hours in the day, I find it hard enough keeping up with the premiership...), and I'm finding it hard to keep his LJ up to date. I can write the angst, but it helps to have the background...
In other news, this is procrastination from packing up my bedroom. Which isn't really happening. Moving my stuff back to Oxford early tomorrow morning. Coming back to London to do a concert and then going back up to Oxford by bus on Monday.
And fuck fuck fuck I haven't done enough work. Going to fail my exams. Going to cack up my first tutorial of term.
But hey.
Tomorrow's concert should be good. Joby Talbot is better looking than I remember him being, but I still prefer Neil Hannon, who ain't gonna be around. Which is a random thought to be having, but hey. For those of you that don't know them, they're from the band Divine Comedy, and Joby also writes semi-classical music which is what I'm doing tomorrow. It's blooooody hard. But... moving. All about love turned to hate, which I'm currently finding it hard to get in the mood for cos I'm still at the puppies and kittens and going tralala through the daisies stage. And we're doing it with the Mozart Requiem, some of which I'm going to be sightreading tomorrow. And a piece called Saetta which is... modern. Of the 'this doesn't have any kind of a tune at all what so ever' school of modern.
But hey. I love it all.
Looking forward to seeing college people. Looking forward to getting out of the house.
Not looking forward to failing exams. But hey. Can live with it.
In other news, this is procrastination from packing up my bedroom. Which isn't really happening. Moving my stuff back to Oxford early tomorrow morning. Coming back to London to do a concert and then going back up to Oxford by bus on Monday.
And fuck fuck fuck I haven't done enough work. Going to fail my exams. Going to cack up my first tutorial of term.
But hey.
Tomorrow's concert should be good. Joby Talbot is better looking than I remember him being, but I still prefer Neil Hannon, who ain't gonna be around. Which is a random thought to be having, but hey. For those of you that don't know them, they're from the band Divine Comedy, and Joby also writes semi-classical music which is what I'm doing tomorrow. It's blooooody hard. But... moving. All about love turned to hate, which I'm currently finding it hard to get in the mood for cos I'm still at the puppies and kittens and going tralala through the daisies stage. And we're doing it with the Mozart Requiem, some of which I'm going to be sightreading tomorrow. And a piece called Saetta which is... modern. Of the 'this doesn't have any kind of a tune at all what so ever' school of modern.
But hey. I love it all.
Looking forward to seeing college people. Looking forward to getting out of the house.
Not looking forward to failing exams. But hey. Can live with it.