Well hi there!
Ok, so blogging hasn't been on my list of priorities recently. I just got back in Lincoln, started a job in a bar which means late nights and pulled muscles (dont ask why) and lets face it, I have to get beer time in. But as always, there's always one helpful (not in the least way annoying) person pushing me in the direction of a new blog. Cheers Alex.
So what's been going on? Well, to be perfectly honest, not a lot. I'm even looking wistfully out of my window as I think of what to write, and I think the girl opposite is getting a bit freaked out so I'll stop with that.
Oh yeah.
I have a radio show!
Well, at least I did. I recorded some shows with my good friend Dean for my community radio station back at home:
www.drystoneradio.com
you can check it out mondays at 4pm and Sundays at 2pm just by going on that site and clicking the little play button. Neato or what.
Also check out of MySpace page:
www.myspace.com/lozanddean
Right well I guess thats me. I don't even know why I write these as nobody ever looks at them. And my mum found out about them so I have to be careful with what I say...
See ya x
Tuesday 27 January 2009
Saturday 27 December 2008
A small selection of fragments from my previously twisted soul... or just a few 'poems'
Wow. It's been a while. Christmas is over, I'm waiting to not get invited to new years eve parties, and I haven't written a blog for almost a month. I don't know what to write about. I was looking through my old PC files, and found a folder called 'Loz'. In this were some song lyrics I wrote over a year ag, on the wave of a particularly bad, and especially upsetting breakup. These are small 'poems', that I intended to write music for but could never find inspiration to do so. Maybe someday.
But for now, I hope you enjoy. And for the record, I am no longer this depressed or twisted.
'Untitled'
Today
Won’t ever go away
I’ll take this feeling from the clouds above us
And put it in my pocket
I know
That we’ll have our lives to show
And the emptiness inside me
Has been driven out
'Untitled #2'
I never should of called
And cast my broken words on your wall
As I enter the cold
And lonely world at the start of the fall
'Untitled #3'
We sit and hold each others hand
a love that I could only hope to find
I look at you and then you kiss me
But when I see your smile
The world it stops spinning and
My time stands still
Maybe I'll put some more up at some point, but for now that's all.
And I'm happy now :)
But for now, I hope you enjoy. And for the record, I am no longer this depressed or twisted.
'Untitled'
Today
Won’t ever go away
I’ll take this feeling from the clouds above us
And put it in my pocket
I know
That we’ll have our lives to show
And the emptiness inside me
Has been driven out
'Untitled #2'
I never should of called
And cast my broken words on your wall
As I enter the cold
And lonely world at the start of the fall
'Untitled #3'
We sit and hold each others hand
a love that I could only hope to find
I look at you and then you kiss me
But when I see your smile
The world it stops spinning and
My time stands still
Maybe I'll put some more up at some point, but for now that's all.
And I'm happy now :)
Sunday 7 December 2008
Essay writing...
Well christmas is nearly here. Which means a load of work for me. This is me attempting to write an essay in the library, with Alex next to me saying 'go on, blog... do it'. Thanks Alex.
Here's the question:
Using an example of a recent news story, discuss the ways in which it has been mediated for broadcast or publication.
Fun eh?
Needless to say, I'm struggling. If I could apply myself I would breeze it. But that's the problem. I get distracted. Very easily. The fact I'm here doing this shows it. 1500 words. That's two 750's. That's two 375's. 375 words for 4 days. How hard can that be. And yet here I am. This inability to do work stems from an early age. Revision for exams in school was impossible. I would ALWAYS end up doing something else. Playing guitar. Playing Xbox. Counting the hairs on my leg. The usual. Maybe it's something I need to work on. Or maybe I'm doomed to a life of late nights and rushed assignments fuelled by caffeine and a stubborn will.
Whatever the case, I can rest assured that writing this has allowed me to procrastinate for another five minutes.
That's all folks.
Loz
Here's the question:
Using an example of a recent news story, discuss the ways in which it has been mediated for broadcast or publication.
Fun eh?
Needless to say, I'm struggling. If I could apply myself I would breeze it. But that's the problem. I get distracted. Very easily. The fact I'm here doing this shows it. 1500 words. That's two 750's. That's two 375's. 375 words for 4 days. How hard can that be. And yet here I am. This inability to do work stems from an early age. Revision for exams in school was impossible. I would ALWAYS end up doing something else. Playing guitar. Playing Xbox. Counting the hairs on my leg. The usual. Maybe it's something I need to work on. Or maybe I'm doomed to a life of late nights and rushed assignments fuelled by caffeine and a stubborn will.
Whatever the case, I can rest assured that writing this has allowed me to procrastinate for another five minutes.
That's all folks.
Loz
Tuesday 25 November 2008
Generation Game...
Ok, so as people who know me are aware, I am at University. People say you should go to university not only to study, but for the experience. It has certainly enlightened me. Don't get me wrong, I do enjoy it. I have some great friends, I enjoy the course and the city of Lincoln is amazing.
However.
When I decided to leave home and go to university, a big part of me wanted to mature and experience life away from family and home. In other words, to grow up. This is what (almost) every student wants from university; to be seen as able to cope with everyday things on their own without adult superiority. Hence my assumption that the people who are paying over £3,000 a year to learn would be willing, nay eager, to do just that. So why then, do the vast majority of students decide that a lack of 'authority' gives them an excuse to act like small children? The first chance given to prove maturity levels in actual fact proved how immature most people are. Don't get me wrong, I enjoy a laugh as much as the next guy; going out, drinking too much and making a fool of myself is the mark of a good night, but even so I like to think I do it in moderation, and only as much as my parents did when they were my age. What I don't do is decide that a lack of 'supervision' allows me to do things I wouldn't do if I were at home. Like:
Set the fire alarm off.
Scream in the Hallways.
Invite the football team back and throw a party at 4 am.
Kick glass bottles down the stairs.
Hammer on peoples' doors at 4 am.
Play loud music upon arrival back at the flat after a night out.
Things like this are the reason that I oversleep and miss lectures. And it gives the 'adults' a reason not to trust us, and I say 'us' because unfortunately a small group tarnish the rest of us, who actually are here to mature and learn, with the same brush. And what worries me most of all is the fact that the people who do this are our future lawyers, doctors, teachers and politicians.
So I say this. If you do want to be seen as able to handle yourself and as 'acting your age', then grow up, and act responsibly. Maybe then the bad press on students would cease to exist and people would view us as established and valued members of society instead of drunken wasters who are using public tax money to pay for cigarettes and alcohol.
Oh and the next time I'm woken up at 3 am because some idiot has decided it would be funny to set the fire alarm off, then I'm going to put it forward to the student union that we organise a public stoning and/or rotten fruit throwing contest.
Thank you for reading.
P.S, I realise the olny people who read this will be in fact like me, and not the people it is written about. Sorry.
However.
When I decided to leave home and go to university, a big part of me wanted to mature and experience life away from family and home. In other words, to grow up. This is what (almost) every student wants from university; to be seen as able to cope with everyday things on their own without adult superiority. Hence my assumption that the people who are paying over £3,000 a year to learn would be willing, nay eager, to do just that. So why then, do the vast majority of students decide that a lack of 'authority' gives them an excuse to act like small children? The first chance given to prove maturity levels in actual fact proved how immature most people are. Don't get me wrong, I enjoy a laugh as much as the next guy; going out, drinking too much and making a fool of myself is the mark of a good night, but even so I like to think I do it in moderation, and only as much as my parents did when they were my age. What I don't do is decide that a lack of 'supervision' allows me to do things I wouldn't do if I were at home. Like:
Set the fire alarm off.
Scream in the Hallways.
Invite the football team back and throw a party at 4 am.
Kick glass bottles down the stairs.
Hammer on peoples' doors at 4 am.
Play loud music upon arrival back at the flat after a night out.
Things like this are the reason that I oversleep and miss lectures. And it gives the 'adults' a reason not to trust us, and I say 'us' because unfortunately a small group tarnish the rest of us, who actually are here to mature and learn, with the same brush. And what worries me most of all is the fact that the people who do this are our future lawyers, doctors, teachers and politicians.
So I say this. If you do want to be seen as able to handle yourself and as 'acting your age', then grow up, and act responsibly. Maybe then the bad press on students would cease to exist and people would view us as established and valued members of society instead of drunken wasters who are using public tax money to pay for cigarettes and alcohol.
Oh and the next time I'm woken up at 3 am because some idiot has decided it would be funny to set the fire alarm off, then I'm going to put it forward to the student union that we organise a public stoning and/or rotten fruit throwing contest.
Thank you for reading.
P.S, I realise the olny people who read this will be in fact like me, and not the people it is written about. Sorry.
Friday 21 November 2008
Meet the Man behind the Words...
Well seeing as though I'm writing some stuff about some stuff, and I'm up at half 7 due to my new found insomnia, I thought I'd write a little about myself. I am, for lack of a better term, a bit of a geek. I don't like football. I don't like hip hop or RnB. And I don't feel the need to imasculate and belittle my friends in order to make myself feel bigger.
Here are some of the things I do like.
Playing the guitar.
Writing.
Doritos.
My Dog.
Radio.
Filming.
Wildlife.
Being Outside.
Rugby Union.
Cheese.
Beer.
There are many, many more things that I could add to that list, but that would be boring, and I would have nothing more to write about. Some of the things there are quite diverse, but that leads for a more interesting life. I think anyway.
Right, I should try go get some sleep, I'm a Student who's willingly up at 7.30. That's just not natural.
Peace out
Here are some of the things I do like.
Playing the guitar.
Writing.
Doritos.
My Dog.
Radio.
Filming.
Wildlife.
Being Outside.
Rugby Union.
Cheese.
Beer.
There are many, many more things that I could add to that list, but that would be boring, and I would have nothing more to write about. Some of the things there are quite diverse, but that leads for a more interesting life. I think anyway.
Right, I should try go get some sleep, I'm a Student who's willingly up at 7.30. That's just not natural.
Peace out
Thursday 20 November 2008
Dear BBC...
For the past couple of weeks, I've been developing an Obsession. It started a good few months ago actually, when a good friend of mine introduced me to Karl Pilkington. Now, another good friend and subsequent blogger, Alex, has already written a blog about Karl, so I won't do another. For the short facts though, here goes. Karl Pilkington is an unwilling celebrity who found fame (or rather fame found him) when he became the unlikely star of 'The Ricky Gervais Show' podcasts, hosted by himself, Ricky Gervais, and Steven Merchant. He is, in all fairness, an Idiot.
However, these shows have given me an ambition, nay, an Obsession.
I now love the radio. I study it at university, I am almost involved in my Local radio at Uni, and Grace has (kind of) got me a part in my other local radio station at home. All I can think about is the radio. I want to be on it. No watershed. No dressing to please. And most of all, people can acess it from where ever they are, at any time.
So please, if you're reading Mr. BBC man, please give me a job on the radio. And if not, watch this space...
This is Laurence Whitaker reporting for Radio One...(I wish)
However, these shows have given me an ambition, nay, an Obsession.
I now love the radio. I study it at university, I am almost involved in my Local radio at Uni, and Grace has (kind of) got me a part in my other local radio station at home. All I can think about is the radio. I want to be on it. No watershed. No dressing to please. And most of all, people can acess it from where ever they are, at any time.
So please, if you're reading Mr. BBC man, please give me a job on the radio. And if not, watch this space...
This is Laurence Whitaker reporting for Radio One...(I wish)
Grace...
Right. This is the 'soppy' section, so get out the tissues or stop reading if you're a well hard builder or something.
Grace is my girlfriend, and my best friend. In the time that I've known her she's surprised me, shocked me, made me laugh, and dare I say it made me angry on a couple of occasions. All the ingredients of a healthy normal relationship.
We've been together as a 'couple' (whatever that means) for just over four months, although we were seeing each other for quite a while before we made the committment (lol). Coming off the wave of a particularly difficult break up (on my part) after a previous very long term relationship, I was still struggling until I met Grace in the pub where she works (how romantic). And (cliche alert) in the weeks that followed she made me realise what the good things in life were like all over again. All the simple things, holding hands, the first kiss, and watching 'Stardust' with a tub of Cookie Dough ice cream. She makes me feel 14 all over again, and I still get the butterflies when I see her (ok that's enough I'm embarrasing myself).
So thank you Gracie, you are my all, and I love you.
Loz *nods* out.
P.S, This is a song I wrote when we first started dating. I hope you like it.
Grace is my girlfriend, and my best friend. In the time that I've known her she's surprised me, shocked me, made me laugh, and dare I say it made me angry on a couple of occasions. All the ingredients of a healthy normal relationship.
We've been together as a 'couple' (whatever that means) for just over four months, although we were seeing each other for quite a while before we made the committment (lol). Coming off the wave of a particularly difficult break up (on my part) after a previous very long term relationship, I was still struggling until I met Grace in the pub where she works (how romantic). And (cliche alert) in the weeks that followed she made me realise what the good things in life were like all over again. All the simple things, holding hands, the first kiss, and watching 'Stardust' with a tub of Cookie Dough ice cream. She makes me feel 14 all over again, and I still get the butterflies when I see her (ok that's enough I'm embarrasing myself).
So thank you Gracie, you are my all, and I love you.
Loz *nods* out.
P.S, This is a song I wrote when we first started dating. I hope you like it.
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