You Don't Really Care For Music, Do You?

I am having a music war with Lidia. I say war, I mean... GUESSING TIME.

I'm learnding... :)

C'mon Let's Get High

. Yeti following Babyshambles following Dirty Pretty Things on my mp3 player, without me doing anything
. the Lord of the Rings and rediscovering the obsession
. books
. To Kill a Mockingbird, and how excited I am to get to read it again
. seeing Yeti live at Dirty South in Lewisham
. how nice John Hassall is
. Don't Go Back to the One You Love live
. Ulysses by Franz Ferdinand
. Josh Groban on Buzzcocks
. the reggae and Calypso Jazz versions of Don't Look Back Into The Sun from Buzzcocks
. sending mail to a friend in Hong Kong
. getting Christmas cards
. buying Chrsitmas presents
. making the wreath for my front door
. how I know, without waking up, that the cat is sleeping at the bottom of my bed
. lots of candles, all lit
. the smell of oncoming frost

Note to Self:

"Don't worry about the future; or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an alegebra equation by chewing bubblegum. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind; the kind that blindside you at 4pm on some idle Tuesday."

Time to Pretend

. The woman in the sweet shop off Leicester Square. I happened to be talking to my friend about going home and "going down. And by down I mean up" when she went "I do that aaall the time" which lead to us having a 10 minute coversation in which I learned she was from Durham, had a brother in Oldham, cousins in Burmingham, that she like Geordie accents and could understand when her parents talked in Hindi even though they thought she couldn't. And then having to apologise to the woman behind me seeing as I was holding up the queue and not even buying anything
. how colour coordinated the jelly beans were in said sweet shop
. my personal tutor. She ask me almost nothing about my course/how I was and we instead talked about the BNP, a good chocolate shop down the King's Road, the V&A, bad music and Vivienne Westwood. She is genuinly lovely
. the man I was following to London Bridge tube who looked very hard and gangsta but had a pink bag with a kitten on
. trying on a REAL Vivienne Westwood dress. OMG *WANTS*
. this (OK so it's not that quiet. Or at least, its not if you're me)
. post from my beautiful wifey. :D
. the fact that I am going home on Friday to see my family and all my friends who weren't clever enough to come to London :P
. my sister saying she'll make me ginger sponge the nght I get back
. my sister specifically requesting that I be there on her birthday
. buying music
. A&E by Goldfrapp
. the porter at my halls; "*looks at NUS card* You were pretty when you were young", "*mock ourage* How very dare you!", "*pauses* It's all the studying isn't it?" ... "You students! You buy all this stuff. You come here with nothing and then buy all this stuff and fill your rooms and then your parents come to pick you up at the end of the year and MOAN" ... *me collecting a parcel* "A present you say? Let me guess... for your boyfriend *makes underwear motions*", "No", "Oh... I'll try next time"
. the fact that I am going to the V&A tomorrow, my favoutire museum ever
. the idea of making my Libs tshirt when I get home
. the idea of doing ART when I get home
. the idea of meeting my friends when I get home
. home

[stolen from my post to quiet_thrills]

Sæglópur

I am very cold. Very cold and not doing my essay. So I was thinking of cold-related things I want to do. Dispite the fact that I hate the cold, I have always wanted to stay a night in the ice hotel. As has mum, who also hates the cold.

But more than anything, I want to see the Northern (or Southern, I'm not fussy) Lights. They're one of those things that you can use the word "phenomena" for. They're so magical, so out-of-this-world, so increadable, so awe inspiring, so big. From horizon to horizon. Lights in the sky. And I love lights. How does something like this happen? Vast expances have always moved me for some reason. I remeber looking over Lewa Downs when I was about 8. How the savannah just went on and on and on to distant hills and the sky. I remember standing on the Picos de Europa in Spain and how you could see for miles. The poster in the geography room at main school that had a glaciated valley on it. And you thought "oh a valley full of snow" until you saw, in the bottom righthand corner, a small house. And you realised that this valley, this glacier, was miles and miles across. The plateaus we drove across in Norway, the fjords we drove round and looked down, the mountains we drove up. All that space. Its one of the reasons I want to go to Iceland, for all that space. Its one of the reasons I like Sigur Ros, because for some reason, they make me think of mile and miles of land and sky. You do geography and you learn about globalisation, how the world is getting smaller. And yeah, that can be great, but I want to stand of the brink of a chasm, look into the space and think "we haven't got here yet, we haven't tarnished everywhere".

photo from Image Editor on flickr

Ain't Got No, I Got Life

from supertreegirl on flickr

Accident and Emergency

I was feeling lonely
Feeling blue
Feeling like I needed you

There is something so wonderful about those lines.
I genuinly love this song. So so much.
[listen]

Let it Shine

It's been raining a lot recently. And contrary to popular belief, London has as rubbish drains as Slaidburn. If not more so, though that may be to do with the huge amount of tarmac that is abundant here as opposed to the miles of fields at home. Testimony to this is the fact that on the way home today, I came across a huge puddle just outside my apartment block.

It was wonderful. The road outside my apartment it quite wide and it was dark. So none of the cars driving along the road drove through the puddle. It was almost eerily still and it reflected the lights from the buildings around perfectly. Every car that drove past had a prefect reflection following it that appeared and disappeared with the puddle. And when one car finally pulled off onto the road behind my block and broke its glassy surface, it sent distorted colours bouncing off in every direction.

It's like watching life in HD. It's like what my dreams are like. Just much, much less freaky.

Photo from motionid on flickr

It Means Nothing

Sometimes I wish I cared less about what other people think about me.

Lights Will Guide You Home

I like the way the rain and the streetlights make the fallen leaves gleam.

London is prettier that Slaidburn when it rains. Slaidburn just looks damp and grey/green (apart from those few days that London could never beat, when it looks green and fresh and its goodrain and it smells so clean and fresh and wonderful. Those days when I want to run around in the rain (providing it's not too cold) and walk and walk and walk and I feel so... free. Stood in the middle of a field, with soaking clothes and squelching mud and green and trees and that smell and feeling just so happy. However, those days are few and far between.) London has cars whose head and tail lights turn to jewels, and puddles filled with glitterig lights and shining windows. Lights through water, reflecting off everything.

When its dark and raining in London I feel like I'm inside Christmas.

Do You Realize?

Do you realize
That you have the most beautiful face
Do you realize
We're floating in space
Do you realize
That happiness makes you cry
Do you realize
That everyone you know someday will die

And instead of saying all of your goodbyes
Let them know
You realize that life goes fast
It's hard to make the good things last
You realize the sun don'-go down
It's just an illusion caused by the world spinning round

Do you realize - oh - oh - oh
Do you realize
That everyone you know
Someday will die

And instead of saying all of your goodbyes
Let them know
You realize that life goes fast
It's hard to make the good things last
You realize the sun don'-go down
It's just an illusion caused by the world spinning round

Do you realize
That you have the most beautiful face
Do you realize..?

I'll Be Your Mirror

Good things that have happened recently:

. posting on Facebook that I wished that someone would just come over and make me food cos I'm lazy and, munites later, my flatmate yelling at me "what flavour instant noodles do you want!?"
. trawling round art galleries with a friend of mine who was down from home.
. generally having him down. He's great fun to have around. And I always learn something new and interesting from him too.
. finally seeing "blowjob" by Andy Warhol. Though it wasn't half as interesting as I thought it would be.
. Robin Rhode's art.
. I'll be Your Mirror by the Velvet Underground and Nico.
. seeing my beautiful wifey for the first time since I got my A Level results.
. getting post from my friends.
. sending post to my friends.
. how excited my friend is to be seeing Take That again. But this time in standing.
. how my friends down here find it funny that I too am going to see Take That, as they really can't see me at that kind of gig.
. playing "guess the Libertines song" with my friend.
. how my lecturer clearly wasn't with it today. And he laughs in a funny way too.
. another of my lecturers, who is American and says "Tan-zay-nee-ah" instead of "Tan-zan-ee-ah".
. one of the guys in my tutorial group who really hates reading. Like, really.
. my tutorial group in general.

[stolen from my post to quiet_thrills]

Winter Gardens

Its got cold. Really cold. Like, really really cold. Like, I go outside and I forget just how cold it is and am improperly dressed (3 layers isn't enough) and have to take refuge in the British Film Institute (comfy chairs!) and penguin huddle and my nose is cold and I don't want to go outside.

But I do, cos London looks good like this.

Still, really cold. I don't like the cold.

Photo by shotbygrant on flickr

Banksy's Manifesto

When I was a kid I used to pray every night for a new bicycle.
Then I realised God doesn’t work that way, so I stole
one and prayed for forgiveness.

- Emo Phillips

She Don't Want Education

I've been working too much today. I say working, I mean fiddling. With my essay, with maps, with flickr, with last.fm, with everything. Fiddle fiddle fiddle. I'm in London and I'm fiddling in my room and wondering what the fuck I am doing. And its cold in here. It smaller than my room at home and has less outward facing walls and its still just as cold. Its ridiculous. But this room does have music. I've been marking my "loved tracks" on last.fm. I have so many. I was making a mixtape for Lidia a couple of nights ago, and though it didn't work out right, it's made me want to make more. I was listening to a couple of songs today and they made me so happy. I want to play Sigur Ros in repeat. Open the door to my room and let the sound spill out. Play it louder and louder and louder until it physically moves me. Pushes at my chest, pushes me into the wall and holds me there. Thumps in my chest and my ears. Vibrates. Like I'm stood inside an amp. An amp at a gig, where the beat pounds through the floor, through my feet, up my legs and fills me head with sound. I want to play it so loud it blows the cobwebs from my head.

Like Skies Over Happy Endings

Photo by Herman Abramovitch

Gone Up in Flames

I'm liking autumn now it doesn't rain all the time. All the roads are covered with the leaves from the plain trees. Or they would be, but council men come and sweep them up. I walk home in whats left, enjoying the crunching sound it makes under my feet and the fact that I am the only one in the street who is still childish enough to kick up the leaves like I am 5 again.

Photo from -terry- on flickr

There's a Nomad in my Mustang

[Don't Go Back To The One You Love]

Put it on loud and DANCE.

Midnight Flight

Something isn't normal
But I can't describe normal
Please don't make me normal
Make me obscene

I don't grow, but the death toll does
I wonder why we do it, but the answer's just 'because'
Last night I ate the heart of a girl of age just two
And when her mother found her, you should've heard her coo

Oh my little baby
Killed by someone crazy
Let's hope it's just a phase
He's going through


Out of DPT and Shambles I pick Yeti.

Be My Velvet Boy

Hello, I'll be your morning girl
You raise the flag
I'll ring the bell

Hello, I'll be your quiet girl
Just let me watch
I'll never tell

Hello, I'll be your velvet girl
We'll leave this town
We'll change the world

Hello, I'll give you everything
Just not enough
And never this


I forgot how much I liked Howling Bells.

The City Is After Us

Photo from motionid on flickr

The Sun Will Shine Again

The cling... and a clang... it's the metal in my head as I walk... I hear a sort of - this tinging noise... freaks my balance out... I need to uplug these dams...

[listen here]

This is quite possibly the only song where I cannot grasp the genius of yet. It's not like I forget how good it is when I listen to it again, it's like I never got it in the first place, and hearing it again just reminds me of how amazing it is.

All over again.

...we need to unplug these dams... you cannot stop the natural flow of thought...

Sing Me To Sleep

I'm incredably tired. Everything is going out of focus and I'm loosing track of things. Flickr has changed its layout and it confused me momentarily. These kind of things are no good when I'm tired. I feel like I'm disappearing inside my own head.

Everything is beginning to look like this:



Pretty but not useful right now.

People See No Worth In You

But I do.

Come on Thunder, Come on Thunder

Sometimes,
When I look deep in your eyes
I swear I can see your soul.

We Love Life

. Boys my age passing notes to each other at the front of our lecture.
. The fact that I am living in London now. The greatest city on earth.
. Essex Dogs by Blur.
. How cars HAVE to stop for you, no matter how busy the road, the minute you put your foot on a zebra crossing.
. Sigur Ros.
. How my Sainsbury bags turn my legs orange when I walk in front of cars while crossing the road.
. How at home I feel here.
. The fact that I am seeing one of my favourite people, in one of my favourite bands, in London, on their last tour before they call it a day.
. My friend coming down from Manchester tomorrow, after not seeing her for (what seems like) ages.
. Polite Londoners. Because people don't think they exist. But they do.
. Getting post.
. Europe is Our Playground by Suede.
. Eating Wispas.
. The man who delivered the parcels to my apartment block, and how nice he was.
. The bus driver who took us back from a gig in Shepherd's Bush and how nice he was.
. The girl from Hong Kong in my apartment and how nice she is too.
. One of my lecturers, who titled graphs with "Da Tropics, Yo!" and "Cattle Ranching (mooo!)" and asked me if I knew anything about crack.
. Americans mocking how we speak English, when really it should be the other way round. :P

[stolen from my post to quiet_thrills on LJ]

I Don't Care, I Don't Care

Another one with a wonderful face:


Though she looks scary when she's reeeaallyy thin, like [here] or [here]

I'm not really sure why I'm putting pictures of models up anyway. Cos most of the time I really don't care much about them. She just has a good face. Most of the time.

Anyway, I just saw [this man] walking down the street on my way to the library with Georgina. VERY surreal it was. He's really small and really haggard looking. And looked really pissed off. But it was funny. He looked like he would club you if you even attempted to stop him.

I've Got Nothing To Say

So, seeing as I now have one, I reckon I should make a proper go of it. I dunno whats going to go here cos I have a LiveJournal but we'll see.

For now, just have this:


Gah. I would.

I've just got a blogger. For the purpose of finding people who are REALLY BIG into climate change and blog about it, so I can do my coursework. Oddest reason I have ever signed up to anything.

I like blogspot though. Its snazzy looking.