Weep Is For The Sleek

Hello friends and relations!
Much as I'm trying to keep up my cheery disposition, certain things are getting me down at the moment. Firstly, a friend lent me Frank Turner's first-ish album, 'Sleep is for the Week'. It's not bad musically, surprisingly similar to 'Poetry of the Deed', and I can't say it's beaten 'Love Ire and Song', but it would be bearable from a sound point of view. The thing that's set me off is that currently, whenever I listen to Turner's music, it reminds me too much of other people cramming their own opinions down my throat and not giving me a chance to get a word in edgeways. If that makes sense. I mean, I hate having to talk over people, because I just don't do it, but I'm fed up with having my own views drowned out. I don't want to be taught a lesson, I want to have a conversation. My opinions are worth as much as yours.
I know this isn't directly linked to Frank Turner. After all, expressing his views is practically his staple food, if his lyrical content is anything to go on. And the whole thing with his music, as with all artists' work, is that you can't stop them mid-flow and say, "hang on a sec, I disagree with you there.". That I understand. But just because an artist can't have a conversation with their audience, doesn't mean a normal person shouldn't. Next time we try to have a conversation, I don't want to recieve a soliloquy, and then be smiled at patronisingly when I say what I think. I want you to know who I am just as much as you want me to know who you are. I'd rather not go through life never saying anything of value, always having to submit to the other person.
I know it seems really cowardly me writing this here, but I'm going to say this to the face of those concerned tomorrow. This is just streaming live from my brain - literally, the entirety of the argument is still forming from a jumbled up blob of feeling. But I guess what it boils down to is: I take you seriously. So take me seriously too.
Anyway, let's move on. You'll be shocked to hear that I've decided I officially don't fancy anyone at the moment. So yeah, contrary to what my usual tune is, I am currently quite happy being single. Maybe it's work driving all other thoughts from my brain, or maybe it's just time for a fresh start. Maybe I'm just fed up with everyone! Bah, humbug! Six months from now I'll be in a new house, in a new University, with new people to meet and new things to experience, and then we'll see. But even a girl I chased after for three years, I looked at her today and thought: Her nose looks huge. No offense - I used to find it attractive. Now, I don't know what kind of planetary alignment must have been completed for this phenomenon to occur, but I'm happy knowing that I can reset now at zero and see what happens next year.
Cripes, it's another post full of deep thoughts. But on a brighter note, I'm going to treat myself to some Paloma Faith tickets for March next year! No idea who I'm going to invite - any takers? But yeah, that should be awesome; she strikes me as the sort of artist who would be good on stage. After all, she's also an actor and a former magician's apprentice. And I love her accent. I really do. On top of that, I need to write my Christmas List soon, and start thinking about what to buy people!
Finally, I can barely contain my excitement because next Sunday is the EVENT that is the next Doctor Who special: 'The Waters of Mars'!! I won't get my hopes up, but it could potentially be as scary as the Ood or the Stephen Moffat episodes of the previous serieses. Imagine being scared of water! Is there nothing they haven't tried to terrify us with?? So yeah, expect a full review of that once I've watched it, and until then, keep smiling!

Jack