[standing]

I’ve got all that I want
No need to complain
As you can see, I’ve made it.

But as I stand,
With the world at my feet
I wish I was loved by something.

[i'm in love with your daughter, i wanna have her babies]

Because when I got in from work today I
was stupid enough to get comfortable on
my bed and fell asleep for several hours.

So this meant that I wasn’t able to sleep
last night which is annoying as I’m up now
and I need to be at work in less than two hours,
so I thought that I would write a blog entry,
it has been a while. Hasn’t it?

First off, in regards to the previous post, and
for those that don’t know I started writing
a book when I was really bored in the
departure lounge of an airport and recently
found it again and placed the first chapter
on wordpress as a blog [the aforementioned
'previous' blog] and it got generally good
feedback. Apart from a few grammatical
mistakes, it was all good. If you’ve not read
it, please do and comment. I sent a message
on Facebook to my favourite author Mike Gayle
and he like it. So that was awesome. Only
annoying thing is that the second chapter
is terrible in comparasion so that needs alot
of re-writing.

I went to Facedown on Friday. Which is a
once monthly club night held in Scala in
Kings Cross in London. And I don’t think that
I’ll be going again for some time. And this
isn’t because I had a terrible time. It’s because
it was probably one of the best nights out
I have had in a long time. And I don’t think
I need to go out for a while because of how great
that night was, other nights won’t really be
able to compare.

I may have a part-time job sorted for when I leave
Jessops in less than two weeks.

I got Regina Spektor’s new album [that's what
the title is about] and it’s actually pretty good.
I’ve had a quick listen to La Roux’s album and
also the new album by Jack Penate. Definite
buy’s for when I get some more money

I may have an actual website soon, but it’ll most
likely be a link site for my flickr and this blog and
so forth. And there you go, a four hundred word catch
up blog on what I have been up to recently.

I didn’t sleep last night, this feels odd. Although
the Sunrise this morning probably worth it. But
now I look outside it seems to be raining.

[the first part to the book I may never complete]

Below I have put the first part to a book
that I started writing when I was in the
departure lounge of Gatwick airport. I
actually got so bored waiting for the plane
that I started to write a book.

Whether or not I’ll finish it is a completely
different matter. All comments, that
are of a constructive nature, are appreciated.
Well, here goes;

—————————————————-START———————————————-

You can only watch time slipping away for so long. Mike said to himself whilst staring at the industry standard clock on the wall of his office directly above the elevators. That was two years ago, he was still watching that exact same clock.

[Chapter One: Mike]

The Internet is a marvelous thing, on your laptop screen you have access to pretty much all human knowledge to date that there is. But, sitting there in his southeast London home. If it was what you call a home, with a dilapidated couch being the most comfortable thing in the living room and a water system that would allow you to use only one tap at a time in the house. But despite all it’s faults Mike liked it. But on laptop, that gateway to a world of information mike was using this wealth of knowledge for it’s most basic of uses. Cheap flights, cheap hotels and customer reviews on pretty much every accessible country in the world. Needless to say he was on a mission.

Monday to Friday, nine to five, every week pretty much for the last six or seven years Mike had worked your basic city office job. Sometimes going days without knowing what he was meant to be doing or why he was even there. You can only watch the clock for so long. Mikes main task was to retype things that had already been typed be someone else but carefully selecting parts that the other departments need not know. A job he knew from the get go was pointless

“Why not just retype you damn letters” Her would sometimes mutter to himself. But alas he carried on because he had nothing else going on at the moment. All he had going for him was the relentless feeling that he had to get away from all this. But alas, he carried on.

So the following night when he got home after another mind-numbing day at work he sat down at his laptop and logged onto FLYMECASHLESS.COM. A website whose main objective was to get the cheapest possible flights to over forty European countries whilst costing you as little as possible.

For this adventure Mike decided he needed a wingwoman. So he grabbed his phone and decided that he should dial the only one of his friends that would possibly be up for an impromptu trip to any given European destination. Karen, the only person he knew who shared his thoughts toward “Why not” as opposed to “Why should I”

“Heya” Mike said as the phone stopped ringing. Actually not sure whether the call had been accepted or misplaced.

“You all right Mike? You sound a tad confused hun”

“Not confused at all dearest, I’m all good Karen. Nah, just calling to ask what you were up too for the next four or so days?”

“Nothing springs to mind, why do you ask?” She replied, Mike could hear a slight suspicion in her voice, so decided that it was best to get her over to his to explain his idea fully and to her face.

“Come round mine, your going to love this idea”

“Will I need a day bag?”

“Just come over, see you in a bit”

“Ok then”

And with that Mike put down the phone, allowing a little smile to himself that he had a partner in his abrupt and newfound sense of foolishness, an attitude that for one of the first times in years gave him the drive to actually DO something. And he loved it.

Mike and Karen had been friends for years and had more than their fair share of drunken close calls. But that was all behind them now. A feeling which left them both with the ability to get blond face drunk and not fear what will happen between them. And with the imminent arrival of his new travel buddy Mike decided to order a pizza.

But literally thirty seconds after he got off the phone from ordering the pizza he was already hungry for there was knock on the door.

“I must have been on the phone longer than I’d thought” But as Mike opened his front door he realized that there was something wrong. For one, Karen had miraculously turned into his cousin Robert and second, he was crying.

——————————————-END————————————————

Well thats it :]

© Copyright Richard Anthony Morris 2009

[one portrait blog]

So here we have on of my traditional one photo
blogs.

It’s been a while since I put up any of my
photography onto the blog, so I thought
I would put up a photo that I was about to
pop  onto flickr.

This is a portrait of my friend Holly Defroand
and was taken on the South Bank, London.
It was taken on FP-100 film on my new camera
which is a Polaroid 600SE. My new favourite
camera and with results like this you can see
why :]

I haven’t really got anything to blog on but
I’ll see if I can’t think of something to write
about later.

[i want to go home, i want to go home]

The title of this blog is actually the line I was
repeating to my boss from about ten past six
to seven today [it didn't help, because I left
at seven which is the time I was meant to be
working] and this is because at about ten to
five today I completely lost the will to work
anymore. So you can understand that by
about six I was really going insane.

As mentioned in a previous blog, I am being
made redundant and by that I basically mean
that by no fault of my own I won’t have a job
come the 19th of July this year [next month
basically] and at first I took this as a laugh [as
I tend to do] but it is actually getting more and
more apparent.

Now I know that the amount of people at
work who have ever read this blog are
small and the percentage of those few
that read it to begin with who still do is
pretty much zero. So I can be totally honest
if I feel I want to. And I do.

And the truth is that I will miss everyone
there a great deal. Because the truth about life
is, when I go the chances of constantly hanging
out with this [quite diverse and incredibly
interesting] group of people goes with it.
Because as we all know, once you leave a
school/college/workplace you don’t really stay
in touch with the friends you’ve made in these
places unless you live quite close. Which, I’m
afraid to say I do not. And coupled with the fact
I find it incredibly hard to stay in touch with
people will inevitably come out a negative result

I have been taking up things to distract me
from these thoughts as they swirl and swirl
around my head, like taking up piano again
or looking to start [actually] writing a
novel/short story. But it does all come back
to the fact that everything about this sucks.

It really does.

[square.brackets]

As you know this is the title of this particular
blog and it is now also my username in a
whole host of other internet based activities

For example;

Twitter
http://www.twitter.com/squarebrackets

Flickr
http://www.flickr.com/squarebrackets

Facebook
http://www.facebook.com/squarebrackets

Youtube
http://www.youtube.com/squarebracketsvideo

Don’t know why I’ve posted this. Expect a better
post later on. But if you should want to get in
contact me. Type in squarebrackets and you
shouldn’t be too far. Boom.

["it's ok to show weakness you know"]

“it’s ok to show weakness you know”

Drunken words from a close friend
of mine that still ring around in my
head. She’s probably forgotten she said
them.

[wasted days you've come to pass]

Today in my shop I had a visitor, a
friend of mine. This does happen usually
but this is a person who I don’t see that
often.

So as we exchanged pleasantries and the
‘how have you beens’ the conversation
took a turn. To the best of my memory
it went like this

“So how are you?” She said

“I’m ok thanks, you?” I said

“I’m good, how’s work?” She replied

“Same old same old, you know”

Right there, that’s where for some reason
I automatically lied. Because the thing is
I’m being made redundant and sometime
in July I won’t have a job any more.

Feels odd to write it, oh well. These things
do happen. Especially in an economic
recession, they do seem to always happen
to me though. I’m keeping a good mood
about this. Yeah.

On a more positive note I’m still not
drinking alcohol. Which seems to have
led to a slight weight loss and my disinterest
in girls [in the romantic sense] is still going
on. Although it did make my friend think
I had become homosexual. Two friends in
one day. Go me.

[quite disturbing]

Upon tidying my room, I found a
quite disturbing poem that I wrote
years ago.

[f.y.i back then the majority of people
that I knew called my photo]

Photo did something stupid,
Photo did something bad,
Photo did something and relapsed
Into old habit he had

Photo did something stupid
But Photo doesn’t care
It makes photo laugh
Cause everyone was there

Photo did something stupid,
Hidden by the clothes he wears,
Photo now hides these
It looks like he’s been attacked by a bear

Photo’s arm now stings
Yet he’s bound to do it again
But Photo don’t care about nothing no more
Doesn’t even care about the pain

Reading this actually makes me happy that
I got past it and have become a more rounded
person. Boom.

[denying them romance]

A few things….

So, recently I decided to give up on girls,
now when I say that I don’t mean that
I’m giving up on my female friends. But
I am giving up on girls in the romance
sense.

I mean no offence when I say this, but
all you ladies are crazy. When it concerns
the romantic side of things. Nothing
seems to be straightforward is that makes
sense, communicating with women seems
to be a series of traps and trick questions.
But when you’re [just] friends with them
everything is straightforward. Probably
the reason I always used to fall for my
female friends. Hmmm…

I have also given up on drinking, now
it can be said that my previous alcohol
consumption was a tad bit high, some
have even pondered that I may have been
running away from something but I
was always too drunk to over-analyse, ha.

So basically I have given up two of the
things that either took up my time or
pre-occupied my mind.And the odd thing
as a side product I’m eating better and
less as well.

This is a short blog I know but there is
not that much to update on. Buttt I
did just watch and episode of Scrubs on
Comedy Central and almost forgot that
this quote existed:

“Nothing In This World That’s Worth Having Comes Easy”

[my views on your views on your religion]

Honestly I couldn’t care what your beliefs
are. As long as you’ve found something
that gets you through the day and also
means that you respect those around you.

The seems to be a strange trend among
my contemporaries to have a major
dislike towards religion and the believers
therein. If a man [or woman] is seen on
the high street [or where ever] and is
seen to be trying to inact other people
into his/her faith. My friends tend to
mock and see them as fools. Sometimes
going up to them and trying to pull
apart the belief it may have taken them
years to build up.

But. Like I said, they have something
to get them through the emptiness that
is sometimes life.

Faith is a strange thing. And it is also
something that I don’t think I could do,
to think that I would live my life trying
to abide by the rules of a being I cannot
physically see to go somewhere after
death I couldn’t possibly comprehend.

Ah well. Do what you like, just be happy.

[the thought is the same but the language is lost]

I text you whilst drunk
My thoughts and feelings are out
Finally you know

[note to self]

I was going through the guardian’s website
randomly looking up articles. Much like I
do on Wikipedia, I read one thing then tend
to follow a link on a related subject and I
can fall into this endless quest for knowledge
for about two or three hours. It’s a bad habit
and I should be reading my backlog of books,
but, I’m finding it fun these days to read up
on things that surprisingly interest me.

Anyways, whilst looking I came across an
article based around an older article by
Stephen Fry [who is, by all accounts, a
bit of a god]. In the article he basically
wrote a letter to his sixteen year old self.

It’s a lovely article and I really think you
should read it. If you want too click [here]
and if you want to read the original article
click [here]. What I though I would do
would be to write a letter to my eighteen
year old self.

Heya Rich,

Now I know your not a big fan of being called
Rich over Richard, but trust me, it’s one of
the meeker things that change in your life
over the next three or so years. A big one
would be that that bad habit you kind of
started yesterday, comes back stronger and
its gets much worse, but it does go away, trust
me. And you learn how to  deal with things
better. It takes a long time and a major ordeal
with a loved one, but it goes away. I’m not going
to lie, you will think about it alot, you learn
to deal, trust me.

Your little bro, finally starts to take an interest
in music and you and him start a little band
together like Jackie and Keith always said you
should. You do the vocals whilst he plays and
to date, you’ve made a handfull of songs which
you can be proud of. And you’ve received a few
nice comments along the way.

You actually are what can be considered a heavy
drinker these days. You kinda drift in and out of
it from time to time. So look out for that and don’t
take it too far.

You still practice photography, but in my mind
thats all we do, practice. There have been a few
weddings, ALOT of gigs and some parties. You’ll
find that that habit of being able to get along with
anyone works amazingly. Never lose that. Ever.

If I could ask you to do one thing, thats to try hard
at college. I’m not saying that you will be unhappy
in three or so years, but you will wonder from time
to time. So concentrate and get it done, and most
importantly get it done well. Theres not much else to
say to you really, you will have some amazing
experiences and obviously ones that are so terrible that
all you can do is take lessons from them.

Thats it, done. Blah.

[green]

my phone rings, lights up,
the screen shows me your name
I smile, then say hi

[museum day is fast approaching]

On the 18th of May it is International Museum
Day, a random fact for me to give you I am
sure, but hey,

http://icom.museum/imd.html

I’ve got a busy few days ahead of me, I’ve got
to go out tomorrow night. Which although
is nowhere near the norm I do believe it will
go on until the morning hours of Saturday
morning.

Then I have to go to work. This is making
me giggle while I write this because it’s
been a while. Then I have to try to get out
of work early. Because straight afterwards
I’m going to Brighton. Top fun. Lucky I have
Sunday off hey.

I’m actually looking forward to Brighton as
well because I haven’t been in ages, like two
years methinks.

Recently I was tidying my room and came
across a novel I was yet to read thorugh and
then I found another, and another, and
another so I decided to list them. I have to
read 23 books with a page count over 7000.

This is going to take forever, good thing
I like reading so damn much, or maybe
it’s the buying books side of it? =]