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Tuesday, 31 March 2009

My media teacher would like me

to include this
"Yeah I'll tell you what you can do with your eye-teeth and your job, you can take the mail and the frankin machine and all that other rubbish I have to go about with and you can stuff them right up your arse!"

in an 'intellectual' A2 final media coursework.

Yesterday, all my troubles seemed so far away.

Leeds festival 2009 tickets came out yesterday.
Despite me now having aproximatly £3 to my name for the time being, I am a ticketholder, therefore I am pleased.

At this moment in time I am really excited about seeing;
Jamie T, Ian Brown, Yeah Yeah Yeahs, White Lies and last but not least RADIOHEAD!

Me&Missa are already making plans of what to bring in terms of goodies etc and bags of wine seem vital.
Yes kids, its all about the music.

As an outcome of my excitement, I failed to sleep. Unfortunatly, I slept all day till 12.00 and then woke up effing and blinding at the fact I had blatently slept through two alarms and missed two lessons therefore free money for the week!

I thought this only happened in pretend, now I know it's real.

Sunday, 29 March 2009

i'm going to

buy a camera that actually works thanks.
and doesn't look lovely but cost £29 for a pack of 30 pictures.





it's a plan.

I live on the right side, I sleep on the left,



This is a picture of Harry McVeigh I took the first time I ever went to see White lies on the 10th of December 2008. They were excellent.

When I was little I though I would be,

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A writer?
Or a sailor?
I'm not sure.

Saturday, 28 March 2009

I stand corrected,

the title for the bellow was incorrect.
Its not the saddest book I have ever read, and it doesn't always make me cry.
Perhaps the title 'Wrapped up in books' would have been more fitting.

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This is the saddest book I have ever read, and it simply does always make me cry.

It's the saddest book you've ever read it always makes your cry..

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This is my favorite book.
It is currently on loan to my good friend Ainsley,
but it is my favorite book.
We met once through my friends Daniel&Christoper, who by chance I met at the Mad Ferret.
It's a really nice story in fact. I said 'Oh Sally [the best friend] I want to go home & listen to Belle&Sebastian[music that was loud that I was not fond of was echoing in the background], a boy turned round and said 'Belle&Sebastian.. they are nice to listen to them, I went to see them with my mum.
It turned out to my jealousy he had been you the 'If You're Feeling Sinister' tour.
I really wished I had seen them, or they would go on tour soon.
Anyway now I accidentally moved to the same town (long story) and we are good friends.

It tells you not just about the band, but about their influences, and the growth of music as a whole. It includes information about Nirvana, The Smiths, The Velvet Underground and minimal techno.
About Stuart Murdoch's sad but beautiful life. About how he was trapped in four walls as a sufferer of M.E and how this lead to his exploration of music and skywriting.
He once wrote a story inspired by a French children's television programme about a boy named Sebastian and a girl named Belle.
Later at one of the first parties he attended after his dianosis, a new years eve party, he met a girl named Isabelle.
It was clearly fate. He became fixated with her, and wrote letters to his brother (whom knew not of the story, an artistic secret of course) and told him how he thought it was meant to be.
Murdoch was booked in to make a single on his own, however he gathered some friends from the past, and this new muse Isabelle and made 'Tigermilk' in only four days.
I think it is certainly worth a read, even if you do not know the band, it is simply magic.

if a a book could give you butterfly's, its would be this one for me.

Friday, 27 March 2009

Promise me

you'll never forget me.












thank you.

Wednesday, 25 March 2009

in addition.

I aplogise for everyone who has had to put up with 'Cool For Cats' the last few days.
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plastic nails and plastic costumes.

Today was a perculiar day spent with my cousin, Dominique. It was nice but perculiar, I dabbled in girly things like watching her get her false nails done and tried to imagine what I would infact look like with these on. Just a thought, I'm not going for it.
We went to darwen and I have never been there before and we searched round a fancy dress shop and I also met a girl who seemingly knows everyone I know(she was charming!)
I had a wonderfully long phone conversation revolving around whats going wrong with the world and amusing tales.

The best part of today was when I purchased a 'Cheeky Shake' from a new milkshake shop in town. It had love hearts in it.

Monday, 23 March 2009

wheni'msadidrawstrangepictures.

idrawstrangepictureswhenimsad.

this man was beautiful and now he's not anymore.

Blanche DeBois

Everything is seemingly more tragic than usual. Not on a world scale atall obviously, so I suppose its rather selfish to say, oh dear.

Short term things are good.
I am rather confused to why my media studies lessons result in talking about heroin and the mafia and other things everytime. However they remain rather interesting.
I want to create things that are beautiful for everyone to see.
Yes, I shall try.
Toastie time now, over&outoutout.

Wednesday, 18 March 2009

Windmills.

I was in a play today.
It went well.
'I've takkeeeennnnn ittt.'
even did a small sing song.
I thought it was wonderful how as actors we all managed to pull our instincts together and make this work.
Thanks Don Quitoxe, we made you wierd.

Tuesday, 17 March 2009

je suis un rock star.

well, not really.
I have sucessfully managed to perseude my grandfather to allow me and my sister and my cousin
to wear matching dresses and flowers in our hair, when we are bridesmaids on the 15th of April.
How delightful.
Despite my hungover dress fitting with ISA's and too many g&t's, I think i am fit to 'give' Eileen away.
All I have to do now, is try and wiggle my way out of getting gel nails.. and toes.
Yes toes, people do gel toes.
What is they world coming to?
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