Get innocuous

Innocuous, adj, not harmful or offensive.

I'm not an enormous fan of LCD soundsystem; I consider most of their music to be a unique blend of whiny and dull. I do like the odd song, maybe two or three per album, and I seem to remember not hating get innocuous. However, I couldn't tell you how the song goes, I don't know what any of the other lyrics are, I can't hum the tune.

Maybe if I heard it I'd be able to say "oh yeah, I remember now." Maybe not, I wouldn't like to put money on it. I think perhaps Soulwax did a good remix of it.

Anyway. The phrase, not the song, not the idea, but the phrase itself has been stuck in my head for a good two weeks now. Every now and again the impulse the say it allowed occurs. Thus far I have resisted (in public). I'm told that getting words and phrases stuck in you head is not normal, but I'm disinclined to believe this. I feel fine.

Perhaps it's a sign. Not sure what for. Maybe I should obey it - I'm not sure I could currently claim to be either harmless or inoffensive, perhaps I ought to change my ways. On the other hand, if I do I'll be obeying the voices in my head. That probably is a problem.

Upside? I now have a good reason to avoid being harmless and inoffensive. Not that I needed an excuse, but I'm damned if I'm not going to use it now it's here.

Wassup G?

When I was around 13, I went through a period having gangsta friends. This was a surprise to me, since I'd always been the quiet kid everyone picked on (at least until a couple of years later, when I learned the art of ganging up on a gang of people all by yourself - worth mastering if you can manage it).

It happened simply enough. One of the gansta girls who got my bus home from school was shouting about needing a muthaf*ckin' tissue before the bus arrived. My mother had bought a bunch of special edition mini-packs of Kelvin Klein Kleenex (best phrase this week so far). They were to raise money for charity. They were also hideous. Even then I had enough sense of style to be ashamed of having them in my bag. I mean, leopard print Kleenex? Seriously? I respect Mr Klein, but he had lost it.

I gave the whole pack to the gansta chick, they matched her handbag, and she recognised the designer. I was an instant hit. She and her friends made other people get out of my way so I could sit at the back of the bus.

I was taught the language. The music was shared and explained. I got respect and they miraculously started getting A's in all their homework assignments. We were excellent influences on each other.

Then, the rest of the popular people started noticing. The balked at first, and pointed out that I was a nerd. But the gangstas did not care, they stuck by me through everything. We were homies, no muthaf*ucka could stop us, biatch. 'Cept some chick's ex-boyfriend who she was still into. Damnit, but I was terrified of that guy, not interested - he was twice my size! Word got around that he liked me. I left the group before I was forced to.

Popularity dropped again. I was banned from using the words "homie", "bled" and "shizzle." Frankly, it's probably for the best, I always sounded ridiculous. I couldn't get whiter if I was caught in an avalanche.

But in a weird way I miss it. I understand gangsta rap, even if I never actually liked it, and can even explain why some rappers are better than others. Why everyone in hiphop actually hates soulja boi. What I can't explain is why anyone in hiphop is... well... in hiphop.

But then, I listen to a combination of death metal and French electro, what do I know?

P.S. My spell checker went mental on this post. I've left it as is, but there's no way I'm adding "shizzle" to it's dictionary. It'd just be a bit too far.

January Plans

Firstly Happy New Year, hope you all had a great time, I know I did and I should be able to get some photos up soon.

Now, January is going to be a pretty crazy month. There's two extremes in it, the very negative exams and the very positive birthday trip to London to see Children of Bodom, which I won't stop going on about, so don't ask me to.

Exams-wise I've got maths, physics, chemistry and psychology. So, one for each subject. And yes, they are real exams, each counts for one third (give or take a couple of percent) or my AS grade in that subject. I go back to school tomorrow, and I've got until the 11th before my first exam, no study leave this time, which is probably a good thing considering how little I've managed to do over the Christmas Holidays.
It's quite worrying, since for the first time that I can remember I stand quite a good chance of failing. People don't believe this, my old friends mostly because they've never known it to be true, and my newer friends a combination of that, the fact that they don't realise how much I've been struggling, and I suspect they also think that I worry too much and overreact about things like this. However, what they believe makes no difference, I'm terrified that I'm going to fail and that I'll have to retake.
For those who aren't aware, universities now have acess to our actual marks in all our exams, and details on retakes. This won't be a big deal for most people, but if you want a place in a competive university or on a competitive course, it could have an effect. So I'll be wanting 100% in every exam if that isn't too much trouble God. If you're too busy or not listening or can't do anything, I'm quite happy to ask Satan instead.

Ok, so enough doom and gloom. My last exam (maths) is on the 16th, and just eight days later is my birthday. No idea what I'll get as there's nothing I really want, so hopefully I'll get money. I'll need it for the trip to London to see Children of Bodom two days later. That will be truely awesome. I'm going with Nick, Jenny and Jonny, and Jenny and Jonny are finally going out (I've been trying to get them together for a while, somehow they got together on New Years Eve, ironically just as I'd decided to give up them). There's also two spare tickets which I'm trying to sell, if I don't manage to sell them this week I'll put them on ebay and if that fails I'll try to sell them on the door.

Either way, it'll be awesome and leaving will probably not be an option that I'll consider once I get there.

Hurrah!

-Becky
xxx