The Temple of Dysonism

Meet Me In The Stars

Well, it’s certainly been an interesting few months. I’m not 100% sure that I feel like writing right now but my browser fell upon this page as if to tell me something. And I’m not doing anything bar listen to Crystal Castles so.. why not?

Work is going well. We’ve finally settled in to a team, and it feels normal again. Just one of two kinks to work out before we can get down as intended. Looking forward to the senior sales thing later this year, seems like it could be a challenge, which is something I’m lacking at work right now.

Personally however, I’m facing all sorts of challenges. There are a few ongoing issues in many aspects of my life right now that need to be sorted out efficiently and as soon as possible, but I’m in a hundred different mindsets as to what to do for each different situation.

What I’d like, ideally, would be to take a holiday from my head for a bit. Just take some time out from the problems I have at the moment and totally bliss out without a care in the world for a week or two. It’s not that I want to avoid the problems, it’s that I don’t want to deal with them in the wrong way. I’m a sucker for regrets.

Apologies I can’t be more specific, but I feel like I’d be giving too much away if I went in to details. There are some aspects that I’m a little down about, but at the same time things are good in other aspects. Sort of balancing the scale and all that.

Hopefully by the next time I stop by I’ll have a resolution of sorts and will be a little more upbeat. Something’s gotta give.

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In completely offtopic news, I got these most amazing Pokemon and Fakemon (designed by hamishsteele) figures made for me by a fellow forumite, Magnus. A few of them turned up broken but I can and will fix them up as soon as possible. Check these out, they’re unreal.

This is a bad idea..

Let me get one thing out of the way: I am drunk.

I am fairly certain that by the time I wake up tomorrow I will remember this and instantly regret posting it, because when I am drunk I make stupid decisions. This is more than likely one of those steps. I don’t think I’ve ever written a drunk blog post before. I think I know why - it takes far too long to go over your spelling and ensure it’s correct.

I have just gotten back from a night out, and I am incredibly intoxicated. I’ve had too much to drink, but not too much. You’ll know what I mean. I’ve hit the limit 100% on the mark and managed to stay there. I’m not passing out and I’m not sober. I’m right in the middle.

Before I went out today, I wasn’t having the best of times. Honestly, the week that I’ve had has been a major disappointment save for the weekend. I’ve sat at home and had nothing to do but play games - and don’t get me wrong, I love playing games - but I have been, essentially, lonely.

I’ve had a fantastic weekend with my family and family friends but there comes a time and place when you want to see people that you know and care about because they are your friends. And unfortunately for me, the plans I had got cancelled through no fault of anyone but circumstances… which left me frustrated.

It’s been a while since I’ve been able to hang out with any of my best friends, and I miss them dearly. To be able to totally be myself and not have any worries - I eagerly await my next Portsmouth visit. And to top everything off, the plans I had to see Zoe tonight were cancelled, but once again beyond any sort of control, which keeps things frustrating.

Luckily I had a fantastic night out with work colleagues which was a more than welcome surprise as everyone that turned up was on top form and had a great night, and ensured I did too.

So to sum things up.. I miss my friends. But I had a good night. A good way to send off being 20 years old, I think. And this will be something I wish I hadn’t posted come tomorrow morning.

So..yeah. Happy birthday, Speller. 21 is quite the milestone!

One Word; And It’s Over

It’s a bloody odd one. Ever since me and my band of mates went to Reading Festival last year, I’ve been fairly set on the idea of not going this year. We’re all considering it - last year was simply not as pleasant as we had hoped it would be, what with the constant rain and placement of our tent. We were all pretty miserable and trying to find fun was tough when there was mud literally everywhere. Hindsight would have been a wonderful thing, to possibly sell the tickets or not have bothered going might have been the better option.

Or would it? I’ve just taken some time to look back at the photo’s that some of the people we were with took over the weekend and every single one of them is filled with us having a great time. There are moments of silliness, in which we might be laughing with each other. There are also moments of pure joy and connection with each other and the music, which you just don’t get anywhere else. And that is what we went for.

It’s easy to look back and claim it wasn’t much fun, but if that were the case why would we want to remember it with these photos and memories? And why oh why would I have such a yearning to go again this year?

I look down at my wrist right now and see three different wristbands. The gold band symbolises my first ever festival, the one that got me going and set me free. I’ll never forget it. It’s been there for 2 and a half years now and it’s not going anywhere any time soon. The black band shows off another year of festivities and fun, and reminds me of many happy times seeing bands I loved with people I loved: the essential festival experience. The newest, purple band which is a remnant of the last Reading Festival is the only one to have its tail left on (the other two have been burnt down in order to stop the length generally getting in the way of things) for the reason that I simply haven’t gotten around to cutting and burning it yet. But the point is, it’s still sitting there as a trophy, a reminder of the fun times that were had in Little John’s Farm on Richfield Avenue in the past three years running.

It’s easy to look back and claim it wasn’t much fun, but if that were the case why would we want to remember it with these photos and memories? And why oh why would I have such a yearning to go again this year?

We shall see what the plan ends up becoming regarding festivals this year. As it stands, I am in a good position to do anything. We have spoken about going to Amsterdam, or possibly going to another Festival but there have been no concrete plans (or even paper-thin for that matter) made at this time. Everyone else is at University right now and probably has better things to do than plan their fun and holidays, but that’ll all change soon, certainly as the setlist reveals start taking place. And they’ll all be begging to go somewhere and do something. So let’s see about changing that shall we?

As a bonus, this is my favourite photo memory from all the festivals we’ve been to so far:

2010 - I love this photo. At the end of a disappointing evening, we all decided to head to the Silent Disco after wanting to go for the past three years. We finally get in, enjoy ourselves, and leave after an hour or so. But this photo shows all of us pretty much in our element - at a festival, with awful hair, obviously tired from wading through endless pools of mud but still partying and genuinely enjoying ourselves. Rock on.