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.