Where is my silver-covered copy of 'And The Ass Saw The Angel'???
[Aug. 2nd, 2004|02:58 am]
Miss Von Trapp
The still of the night...and the chatter of my stupid brain.
Three o'clock in the morning - and I'm suffering insomnia.
Ever have one of those nights when you just CAN'T sleep because your brain has gone into overload and you are unable to shut it up?
I've been searching for the last three hours for a particular book - I know it's in the flat somewhere in a random pile of random things...and I can't find it. I have SO many books and so many things, and I'm trying to sort them out to move to mothers. I suppose it will show up when I least expect it - but it's plagueing me as to its whereabouts still.
My brain is doing overtime because I've spent the best part of the evening painting as well...got into a creative spin and came up with an acrylic-y mess from this sketch in my pocketbook that I scribbled in 20 mins in the Dev, Camden during my London trip for my birthday:
As usual, my stupid webcam hasn't shown the intensity/depth of colour in the painting itself, especially with the reds and blues/grey-blues or with the finer details, but here ya go:
The Full Picture (30cm x 40cm board):
In other news, I'm off up to my parents today (after I've contacted Fulfords about moving) as it's my fathers birthday.
My father is a wonderfully kind and supportive man whom I love very dearly - he's always been there at my theatre performances, orchestra, cello solos and choir concerts (even travelling to London when we sang in the Royal Albert Hall)...taken me sailing and painting when I was little...let me sit next to him on the church organ and turn the pages...inspired a love of pompous organ music and classical/jazz etc etc... And always helped me move backwards and forwards to Liverpool and everywhere else without complaint - rather a sense of fun at escaping mother and going on a big adventure...
He's fantastic - and slightly nuts. Typical mad music teacher...
Bit of a public schoolboy twit - think 'Charles Hawtrey' in the Carry On films and you almost get the picture;)
What a lovely tribute to your Dad! I'm pleased and touched to say my kids feel roughly the same about their very own mad professor and only active parent while they were growing up. You get glimpses of so many strained, prickly and downright destructive parental relationships on LJ that it's a real delight to meet a positive one.
Bloody nightmare! My phone network has been down all night and won't sustain a call to my mother - who is at the caravan with dad and my sisters, and it doesn't look like they're coming back till 8pm this evening! AAAAAAAA!!!!!!
I just woke up, didn't get to sleep till 8am this morning - and I can't go in town because it keeps raining intermittently...
My dad *is* great - just my mother and sisters have buggered things up as usual. Ho hum.
Not too bothered - going to go and lie on my bed and read - American Psycho lol!
Oh, and I've come up for some seriously good/sick ideas for photos/images... fancy making/finding a large egg-timer (to which I shall add suspender straps and furry top bit...then all I need is the red paint bwah hah hah... And I also need a crashed bicycle to go with my severed head - which I'm going to hang from a tree branch.
Just wish this weather would improve/phone signal would return. Seeing as you and I are on different networks, I suppose some mast must have gone down somewhere in the night!!
I sat in bed reading about murders last night til very late. One guy's tattooed arm was the only thing they found of him, and that was when a shark barfed it up after eating the shark that had originally eaten it and getting captured for a water park. Reading in bed is good ;)
You should have a look at rotten.com...there's this pic on there that has a woman who has fallen down the side of the track between the tube train and the platform...she's been dragged along and half her face is caved in!!!
At least now I know why I was awake till it was light - and why I was hyper... Nasty sky-cracking thunderstorm!!
(which is probably why our phone signals are fucked too.)
To be honest, I'm more scared of the thunder/lightning than what I'm reading so far. Perhaps I've become inured to this sort of stuff over the years??
Oooh I luff what you've done with that sketch darl!
Have you read 'American Psycho' before? I had to write a big essay on it earlier this year - certain parts really did make me wretch.. I luff it! Plus, I never thought I'd get to write the word 'cunt' in a piece of English course-work...