den of zoom zoom

ohhh mummah has it been a long time since i've blogged, but be it as it may, i am going to write a trivial blog about the  inconsequential happenings and observations of my last few weeks. for one, due to my cassio watch being 4 minutes ahead of real time, i am constantly on time if not slightly early for every event or happening within my meagre bleeding existence. i have noticed things of late that before have not occurred to me as novelty or pleasing in any way, shape or form, such as the faces people pull when they're reading a book on the train. i try and envision my own plot and characters in reaction to what i read from the face of the commuting literature enthusiast. the main theme to all the novels that i imagine is confusion, strongly coupled with the motif of frowning. there is always something slightly magical about train travel. the whole experience is endearing if anything, though for some its a perilous journey across expansive pastures to the unknown, though for me its just the 50 minutes a day i spent listening to my stolen conked-out ipod with its blown headphones which make farting sounds in response to bass, and watching people who are unaware they're being monitored by a dirty haired, round faced 17 year old art student. how demoralizing. the way one composes their body language and juxtaposition of the 'self" is key to being an essential character in train travel. you dont want to be that quiet person in the carriage who sits with hands folded in lap, legs tucked under seat and eyes glazed over looking out intently for the ticket-man, with ticket twitching between forefinger and thumb. what you want to be that bad ass who gets told several times to take their feet off the seats, sprawled across a 6 seater complex with half a can of red bull in one hand and am empty packet of quavers discarded at your feet, listening to your ear-bleedingly heavy music unnecessarily loud. so loud that its uncomfortable but heck, you dont care because you're just a rebel without a cause and with one sole purpose; to piss off everyone. i wish i could say i played that role on the train, but unfortunately i am nothing but a mere 4 seat hog who listens to mild folk and progressive on the train to exaggerate the beauty and atmosphere of the local country side whilst counting sheepies and making note of potential dogging spots. the worst thing about trains is the reflective glass panel that runs parallel above each rows of chairs, allowing you to look up and watch people 6 seats in front of you in this upside down birds-eye view. this is all well and good until you look up and notice some gormless gimp staring back in your general direction and that sinking feeling in your stomach kicks in when you realize they've been watching you pick your nose for the last few minutes. not like thats ever happened to me anyway...