Wednesday, 11 November 2009
Your History is Mine.
Please excuse the quite frankly appauling videography skills. And enjoy the yawning security guy. He feels like my brain does right now. Please God please let me be too ill for school...
Tuesday, 10 November 2009
Death Or Glory
...I think I needed this. And I didn't realise how much I needed something until it arrived.
Where We Belong - Lostprophets
Where We Belong - Lostprophets
Sunday, 8 November 2009
Yo!-vil
This weekend has been epic.
Got to Salis at about 3:30 (an hour and a half late >.<) and Scarley's mum picked us up and took us to Yeovil fot he KIGH gig. The orange box is TINY. And actually orange outside. Fuck yeah. Queued for a few hours, penguine huddled and discussed innuendic leeks with total strangers, said the most stupid thing ever ("Have you caught your bus home yet?") and sang some songs. I was gonna record a birthday video message for Ellie with Iain when we saw him an hour before doors, but there was no light so he said we'd do it inside at some point.
Got in, went to the left of the stage just in from of where Iain (WOO) and Ryan Day (grr) would be standing. There's no barrier at the sides, that's how small the venue was. Straight Lines were first on - they used to be called SaidMike and they looked after me when I fainted watching TBO in Oxford last December. They're lovely anbd they were osm, although I couldn't hear a thing cos we were stood next to a speaker. Then A!A!, who were brilliant as ever. Neil is adorable, bless him. I love that they end on Too Bad Son, it's by far my favourite of their songs ^__^ Then KIGH just... won. At everything. Even though Aled was drunk. I could tell by the way he got us all to sing happy birthday to 'Jesssssssssssssssssssssss'. With that many 'S's. And the way he signed the condensation on the ceiling...
We had to leave a little before the last song (Saturday) so we went off, high fived the singer of Straight Lines (Tom) and I had my photo taken with Neil Starr, who's amazing. Then we walked to Yeovil Pen Mill station to catch a train which turned out to be nonexistant. Scarley's dad picked us up and we went home.
For Scarley's account of the gig, please click here.
This morning I watched Charlie's Angels for the first time (lol), ate cheese on toast, and caught the train from Basingstoke to Clapham Junction, Clapham Junction to Vauxhall, then the bus from Vauxhall to Waterloo. Met a 19 year old who I guided across the underground to Kings Cross (Northern line northbound Waterloo - Leicester Square, then Picadilly line Eastbound Leicester Square - Kings X). Then we sat with his friends on the way home and chatted about slot machines and things to do in peterborough and life as a 'squaddie'. Good times.
The dreaded geography coursework has to be done NOW. S'laters :)
Got to Salis at about 3:30 (an hour and a half late >.<) and Scarley's mum picked us up and took us to Yeovil fot he KIGH gig. The orange box is TINY. And actually orange outside. Fuck yeah. Queued for a few hours, penguine huddled and discussed innuendic leeks with total strangers, said the most stupid thing ever ("Have you caught your bus home yet?") and sang some songs. I was gonna record a birthday video message for Ellie with Iain when we saw him an hour before doors, but there was no light so he said we'd do it inside at some point.
Got in, went to the left of the stage just in from of where Iain (WOO) and Ryan Day (grr) would be standing. There's no barrier at the sides, that's how small the venue was. Straight Lines were first on - they used to be called SaidMike and they looked after me when I fainted watching TBO in Oxford last December. They're lovely anbd they were osm, although I couldn't hear a thing cos we were stood next to a speaker. Then A!A!, who were brilliant as ever. Neil is adorable, bless him. I love that they end on Too Bad Son, it's by far my favourite of their songs ^__^ Then KIGH just... won. At everything. Even though Aled was drunk. I could tell by the way he got us all to sing happy birthday to 'Jesssssssssssssssssssssss'. With that many 'S's. And the way he signed the condensation on the ceiling...
We had to leave a little before the last song (Saturday) so we went off, high fived the singer of Straight Lines (Tom) and I had my photo taken with Neil Starr, who's amazing. Then we walked to Yeovil Pen Mill station to catch a train which turned out to be nonexistant. Scarley's dad picked us up and we went home.
For Scarley's account of the gig, please click here.
This morning I watched Charlie's Angels for the first time (lol), ate cheese on toast, and caught the train from Basingstoke to Clapham Junction, Clapham Junction to Vauxhall, then the bus from Vauxhall to Waterloo. Met a 19 year old who I guided across the underground to Kings Cross (Northern line northbound Waterloo - Leicester Square, then Picadilly line Eastbound Leicester Square - Kings X). Then we sat with his friends on the way home and chatted about slot machines and things to do in peterborough and life as a 'squaddie'. Good times.
The dreaded geography coursework has to be done NOW. S'laters :)
Tuesday, 3 November 2009
Urgh.
Tra la la, I fail at blogs. And geography coursework. I might actually take Ellie's (cough BAD cough) advice and skive a couple of days under the pretences of being sick to get it done. I don't even know. I wish I was more motivated, but I'm really not. I'll be happy if I even reach 1000 words on NaNo, because to be quite frank I don't know if I'm even going to get around to starting it.
Stuff's been getting kinda heavy the last few days; without being too emo about it, there's bulimia, confusion, quite frankly embaressing akwardness (believe me when I say, not even this quiet corner of the internet is safe for me to expand on that), drugs, demoralisation and the sudden realisation that I don't give a fuck about my gcse grades because I don't want to grow up and get a job, I just want to stay me, now, forever.
Going to try and improve my guitar playing, because I can't ever see myself doing anything other than being in a band. And it's probably just going to fuck up my life, and my mother will disown me and I'll never have a nice house or be rich or marry someone respectable. But it's who I am and I need it to have purpose.
Fuck this system. One of these days I'm going to break out.
Tally for half term:
Books read - 3 (A Clockwork Orange, The Wolves of Willoughby Chase, 1984)
Shows attended - 3 (Funeral For A Friend, Funeral For A Friend, Vans 'Off The Wall' music night. You have no idea how much I needed these.)
NaNoWriMo Wordcount - 0
Parties - One fucking epic night in Salisbury. Even Rhys Lewis complimented us on it.
Next saturday's going to be amazing. And according to emily, as long as I speak like a girly russian man at the first signs of awkwardness, nothing will go wrong. She'd better be right.
Note Bene - "Haha nice. I never forget things whilst drunk :)"
Stuff's been getting kinda heavy the last few days; without being too emo about it, there's bulimia, confusion, quite frankly embaressing akwardness (believe me when I say, not even this quiet corner of the internet is safe for me to expand on that), drugs, demoralisation and the sudden realisation that I don't give a fuck about my gcse grades because I don't want to grow up and get a job, I just want to stay me, now, forever.
Going to try and improve my guitar playing, because I can't ever see myself doing anything other than being in a band. And it's probably just going to fuck up my life, and my mother will disown me and I'll never have a nice house or be rich or marry someone respectable. But it's who I am and I need it to have purpose.
Fuck this system. One of these days I'm going to break out.
Tally for half term:
Books read - 3 (A Clockwork Orange, The Wolves of Willoughby Chase, 1984)
Shows attended - 3 (Funeral For A Friend, Funeral For A Friend, Vans 'Off The Wall' music night. You have no idea how much I needed these.)
NaNoWriMo Wordcount - 0
Parties - One fucking epic night in Salisbury. Even Rhys Lewis complimented us on it.
Next saturday's going to be amazing. And according to emily, as long as I speak like a girly russian man at the first signs of awkwardness, nothing will go wrong. She'd better be right.
Note Bene - "Haha nice. I never forget things whilst drunk :)"
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