| It's if worth havin' it's worth fighting for |
[Oct. 5th, 2009|09:02 pm] |
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| | 'Kiss Me Deadly' Lita Ford | ] |
Jeebus.. What a week.
First I got this ass-kicking throat infection which gave me a fever and caused me to miss more lectures. I haven't been back two weeks and I've already missed most of my course, due to having to work and to San's increasing habit of getting drunk and keeping me up at night to look after her, so I'm all tired and can't get up. I need to get antibiotics but I hate going to the doctor so it's not happening.
Last night me, Sarah and San went out for a few, just us three girls. We promised we wouldn't approach any men. If they come to us, cool, but we're not going to sleep with them, just get their numbers and no anonymous trysts. It didn't work out like that.. A group of hot men came up to us and one of them was a reserve player for Liverpool, who San fell for, while I was with his student friend (very cute, in a posh sort of way - reallllly not my type but very attractive and confident, so hell, why not?), and we all trouped back to the footballer's penthouse apartment on the docks that overlooked the whole city. It was a whole different world, and while San thought this is definitely the life for her, it way unnerved me and Sarah and we agreed just as definitely that it just made our usual grimy surroundings and poor young boys all the more attractive. Anyway, I didn't mean to sleep with him, but when I started to tell him that, he kissed me and I kind of maybe changed my mind. Even drunk though, I still had my wits about me, and luckily had something because a boy I'd had sex with last week (who was also a reserve player, coincidentally, and much more unconventionally cute) accidentally dropped it in my bag, and I'm not sure when he took it off, but when I found out he did I put my clothes on and walked out. I told San later and, in typical San fashion, she started worrying and wants me to take the morning after pill. This also involves going to the doctor, so, no.
And you know that the bad part is, I'm functioning the best out of all of us. Scary eh.
I've gotten over my whole lovesick fucked-up-ness, but the other three haven't. It's making the atmosphere incredibly tense and it's always up to me to hack at the ice. And I don't think constant drinking and sex is doing me any favours. But I still find it guilty fun.
OK, change of tone ... LOOK, KITTEN!
Say hello to Jett, the newest member of our mad family.
He steals our socks.
And in case you've forgotten what I look like, this is it:
Here I am with Sonya.
And on my photoshoot with Kim:
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| Hot hot hot list. |
[Sep. 24th, 2009|04:58 pm] |
| [ | Tunes |
| | 'I'm Not Your Toy' La Roux | ] |
I've been inspired, through boredom and part time celibacy, to create my own list of Most Fuckable People Ever.
Here's the rundown.
The love of my imaginary life. HI PETE HI HI.
Joe would be perfect if he wasn't dead. RIP Joe Strummer. I love everything about him. Except the lack of teeth.
Dr Cox makes sarcasm fun - and very very hot.
Need I say more? He's funny, he's damn gorgeous and he's 100% hot-blooded geek chic - Don't mess with this fucker.
The Boss, Bruce motherfucking Springsteen.
Another doctor - the actor may be a douche, but I wish so much that they hadn't kicked him off the show... those glasses - that intensity ... hey mama.
Doctor #3, aka my guilty pleasure, George O'Malley.
Hey might be whiny and wearing more mascara than I am, but come on ... look at those eyes.
Again, he may look about 12 but - hell, those eyes. Alex Turner of The Arctic Monkeys.
Adrien Brody gets special mention and more photos because he just photographs so damn well.
This guy can have goat legs and still be hot. The Scots sure know how to manufacture men.
Ok, I'm gonna clear this up, I don't watch Emmerdale, but once in a while I take a peek ... for one reason.
This would be it.
Whew.
And now I'm off to work. |
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[Sep. 20th, 2009|01:33 am] |
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| | 'I Got Soul' Young Soul Rebels | ] |
I'm working as a waitress around town now with an agency. They call me up with a job and I grab my dishtowel and go there. I've done a couple of shifts at the Anfield football stadium. It was a load of fun the last day because I was working with some really friendly people. One of them was Mark, a rasta guy from the West Indes, who was flirting with me all day. He walked home with me because nobody will walk through Kensington on their own after dark if they have half a brain, and he told me I had a beautiful universal spirit and that I reminded him of an old girlfriend of his from New York. He was a handsome guy, but he's also in his thirties and a pothead and has two kids with an ex-girlfriend, whom he still lives with "like brother and sister". So at the end of the night he invited me to his friend Charlie's party at the weekend and asked for my number, and I gave him the first one that came into my head, which was my old one. I am a mean girl but I'm also a self respecting girl, to a point.
So I picked one thing from this week to write about. I felt like writing something.
I'll be back later with more stories, namely what happens when Lee drinks too much beer and behaves like an asshole to her friends? Ciao. |
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| The adventures of Lee and Craig |
[Sep. 6th, 2009|12:08 am] |
| [ | Tunes |
| | 'Shoplifting' The Slits | ] |
I haven't been very wordy lately. Not that I'm not doing anything, I just don't have much to say.
I've been staying here in my new house with Craig. I've only met him last week but it feels like I've known him forever. He's alright, bit of a bastard when he's stoned (which is 85% of the time) but overall a pretty good guy. And I give back playful abuse as good as I get it so I'm alright there. I have no money and he does, so he bought a freeview box and we've been watching a hell of a lot of TV. You miss TV more than you realize. He never goes anywhere alone, so I come with him - unless I'm tired, in which case he can fuck off. I accompanied him to the bank today because I lent him money I wanted back. I've been doing his work for cash too (but drew the line at sexual favours). While we were in the hemp store I saw a poster for Korova saying the Slits would be playing there on October 8, so yay.
Sarah left a few days ago, and we're expecting San back soon. Before Sarah left we spent most of our time drunk. On her last night we went out drinking for her friend Andy's 40th, and he kept getting me alone to tell me he loved her. Then she'd get me aside to tell me to push him off as she's in love with this Gary, and the whole night continued in that dizzying cycle. The funniest part was when I bumped into a guy from Toronto and talked to him for a bit, after which I couldn't stop speaking with my 'other' accent and everybody kept laughing.
So, yeah, I'm having fun. And looking forward to Jet moving in with me for a few days. Right now I'm so starved of entertainment I'm going through my iTunes, skipping through every track to get to the heart and guts of the song and rating it. Why? I don't know! I've also got Farmville to keep me occupied. It's a surprisingly addictive facebook game. Seriously, sheep and shit. It's great, but I think Jet's cheating somehow... She's way ahead of me and I dunno how. She will be annihilated. With a combine harvester. Oh damnit! Now that song's going to get in my head.
I want to go and see Chris for his birthday in Leeds. I want Bright Eyes. I want Ben & Jerry's FroYo. I want to drive a fast car on Top Gear. I want to get my nose re-pierced. I want many things.
Money money money! |
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| It begins. |
[Sep. 1st, 2009|09:32 pm] |
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| | 'Everybody's Free (To Wear Sunscreen)' Baz Luhrmann | ] |
Iggy's pushing car insurance, and Alice is selling TVs. I mean, what. |
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| So that's what my name means! |
[Aug. 24th, 2009|10:14 pm] |
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| | 'House of Fun' Madness | ] |
Rosalia is also the Latin term for the Greek Anthesteria. The Anthesteria is a Festival of Flowers ('Anthê') for Dionysos, focused primarily on opening the new wine and on placating the spirits of the dead. In Roman times, Rosalia was celebrated in the means of honoring the dead. Standards in every legion were gathered around the altar at the center of a military camp and crowned with wreaths of roses. Since similar rites were held at family tombs, this military rite may have been intended to honor fallen comrades. |
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| No Irish, no blacks, no men |
[Aug. 13th, 2009|07:38 pm] |
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| | 'Mr Rock N Roll' Amy Macdonald | ] |
Our neighbour Keith is the biggest pervert freak. Last night me and San and Sarah and Ryan went to his party, and spent most of it in his blacklighted basement listening to him and his friends - all lesbians - perform a jam session. This skinheaded girl Katie had THE best voice I've ever heard sing live, and yes that's including her Pinkness. His 15-year-old brother Jack served us at the bar and later got pissed and threw up everywhere. I liked him though. Anyway Ryan got hauled away by his friends Ben and Becky, which pissed off San and Sarah. (What is with all these duos havin alliterative names? I need a Liam or a Linda or a Lucius.) I ended up back home around 4am, and while we were in bed Keith vaulted the back wall and broke into our house. He went up to San's room and tried to get her to feel him up. She sent him packing, and he went downstairs and tried the same thing on with Sarah. Fuck knows if he tried it with me, I was comatose. When we got up we went into Sarah's room and found him lying in bed with her. Urgh. Our house has become a man-free zone.
Aside from that it's been pretty cool back here in the Pool. I went up to Southport last weekend for Fern's 21st and that was pretty rad except that it ended with Hel getting blocked and telling Fern's mum (who is a lovely lovely lady) not to let her dad come get her as he's a violent lunatic. They sent him off telling him she'd gone home with me. We told her we'd keep an eye out for her, and she kept shrieking that he'd kill us. We said let him try, the prick. The whole way home on the train the next day with Fern's friend Ellie she kept looking at me and then shaking. Fuck. Sorry I can't articulate that sensation better, but I can't. I wanted to call the cops, I still do, and Nathan agrees with me, but it's just not our place. The thought that with one phone call I could change the lives of Hel and her mum forever is too disturbing a thought. I feel like an asshole too, because one of my main issues is just how I wish I wasn't part of this.
I hate drama. I so do.
I wish it would leave me alone and go find someone else to pick on. |
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| Slytherin pride baby! |
[Jul. 26th, 2009|01:52 pm] |
| [ | Tunes |
| | 'Double Dare' Molotov Jukebox | ] |
Oh yes, Harry Potter again. Thanks to the lovely folks at Bitchery, I have been sorted into Slytherin!
1. Name: Lee
2. Have you read the Harry Potter books? What made you start reading?: Chyeah. I got the first few for Christmas after Pottermania took off.
3. What do you want to do with your life?: Screw it up, lob it in the trash can and get a new one.
4. What would you see in the Mirror of Erised?: Draco Malfoy naked.
5. What makes a person deserving of your respect?: Self respect for a start. Er ... treating others right, but only if I'm included in that.
6. Do you consider yourself a leader or a follower?: Bitta both.
7. What would you do if you had a time turner?: Go back and undo a lot of things I've done that have hurt others and myself. Oh, and see The Clash play live.
8. What do you think are your top five positive characteristics?: I'm funny. I'm loyal. I'm honest. I'm willing to give pretty much anything a chance, and maybe a second. And I have a great rack.
9. What do you think are your top five negative characteristics?: I'm lazy, cynical, self-conscious, attention deficient and slightly obsessive.
10. Who are your favorite and least favorite characters in the Harry Potter series?: Ummm... Tonks because everyone compares me to her, we're like this now. Fred and George because they make me laugh. Draco because he makes evil hot. Luna because she's amazing in pretty much every way. Bellatrix because she's a fierce bitch.
Least: James Potter Sr because he's an arrogant dick. Ginny because she's a bullying Mary Sue (I don't like bullies, or Sues).
11. If you could spend a day as one of the Harry Potter characters, who would you choose?: Dumbledore because he's a powerful muthafucka.
12. What is something you would change about the series?: The epilogue. Way too cheesy. They're all inbreds now. |
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| Touched |
[Jul. 25th, 2009|01:51 am] |
Oh em gee today was fun. Got in the car with Danny's friend Rob who drives like a maniac. We tore down two one way streets and did a hairpin turn to top it off. We regrouped in Jet's living room and I think it was Damien insisted we watch the last episodes of Dr Who, just to watch Katie cry over him and his precious Rose saying goodbye. (Am I the only one who cares about Donna?) We went to the bar but everyone there was watching the wrestling on the telly and there was a crowd of 12 year olds with crap music upstairs. Even the barman said he wouldn't go up if he was paid. All in all, a pretty shit outlook for the night, so I went home.
So now I'm chatting with Kristine and Chris and I still haven't sent off Christina's 20th birthday card (I know too many Chrises). Is it just me, or is there a snail invasion going on this year? I'd swear there were never this many snails coming out at night before. I just went outside and had to avoid stepping on them. Killing animals is a soul destroying thing. Oh and my mother's still crazy. One minute we're arguing, the next she's shoving fistfuls of money into my hands. Like mother like spawn. I need something to get drunk on.
Too much sangria! I feel sick already. |
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| Trying to make lesbian erotica on a budget |
[Jul. 18th, 2009|08:12 pm] |
| [ | Tunes |
| | 'Los Angeles Waltz' Razorlight | ] |
Hurray for in-jokes.
Yeah, on a personal note, things are still pretty shit. I got turned down for a job, but I've applied for another one with student marketing. Cross those fingers tighter.
Last night we were watching films and drinking wine. Some kind of momentary heat made me and him kiss again when we were hanging out behind Jet's sofa. And I know I shouldn't have. Whatever Jet and me said, he took it badly and said he was leaving. She sighed "Don't be a bastard about it," and he turned and marched out. I tried to get him to talk to me but he stood glowering on the sidewalk for ten minutes with me in my bare feet before bitching out and leaving me standing. We're at our wits' end. Everyone's at their wits' end with me because I side with him, only because I feel that no matter how much of a stubborn bastard he acts, he still needs somebody on his side. And I feel like he's kinda taking advantage of that. Not cool, boy.
Romano's trying to make me leave the house. I've got a cold and no money, so there ain't no point. I do want to go out though. Somebody give me something to do besides reorganize my Ramones collection. |
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| Bitches and witches |
[Jul. 16th, 2009|01:19 am] |
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| | 'I'm On Fire' Bat For Lashes | ] |
My second Harry Potter post. Yeah, so I saw the Half-Blood Prince. First rewatched the Order of the Phoenix, which I only saw once a couple of years ago, to catch up. It was pretty forgettable, but this one trumps it. Not sure if it's my favourite yet, but it's definitely the funniest - and the darkest! Awesome mix. But, I got the overwhelming itch to parody it. So, naturally, a lot of smart-assedness and yeah, spoilers.
( Whatcha think? )
Back in the real world, meanwhile, I may have a couple of jobs waiting in the wing, so keep your fingers crossed for me, OK? Also, will probably be visiting Dee in Letterkenny before I jet off again. In her words, "I have Jaeger, no money and Blondie. Let's tear shit up." |
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| Fanart post, not mine though. |
[Jul. 13th, 2009|10:56 pm] |
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| | 'Fidelity' Regina Spektor | ] |
in case you didn't know, this is me 'coming out' as a Harry Potter fan. I found some gorgeous art done by some amazingly talented people on LeakyCauldron.com.
( Ya rly! )
On a real-life note, why is it you can go days without a word from anyone and then start hearing from everybody at once? Dang. |
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| Mags |
[Jul. 13th, 2009|12:13 am] |
| [ | Tunes |
| | 'Monday Monday Monday' Tegan and Sara | ] |
Doesn't Mz Thatcher look like she'd be really domineering in the sack?
I don't blame Paul for being scared of seeing her at the foot of his bed! |
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| Happy saturday night from Lee. |
[Jul. 5th, 2009|01:15 am] |
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| | 'My Drug Buddy' The Lemonheads | ] |
Here are some vids I felt like sharing.
First is a really rad cover of Regina Spektor's Hotel Song.
The Casanova mini-series I loved so. This is the promo.
And here, I didn't so much jump the bandwagon as moonwalk onto it.
I loved the Moonwalker movie.
RIP Michael, you helped make the 90's liveable.
Oh and this one just because Bette Midler is composed of awesome.
Have a good weekend everybody.
xox |
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| Oh fuck. |
[Jun. 24th, 2009|12:58 pm] |
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| |  drained | ] |
I think I failed uni.
Don't really give a shit. I ran out of reasons to be happy a long time ago.
But who's counting.
Gahh, what do I sound like. lol |
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| Ooh goody, complaining time! |
[Jun. 22nd, 2009|01:09 am] |
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| | 'Bury My Heart' Spinnerette | ] |
I savour this.
Just an interesting little discussion I've been having with one of my (many, unfortunately) less-than-happy friends.
Ahem.
( We dissect life, have a moan and a bitch, and I talk wise talk. )
Oh, and to round it up, passive aggression is my pet peeve right now.
That includes:
1. People - my ex's sweet deluded, to avoid being passive-aggressively ambigious myself - hatin' on me but not saying why. (Bitch got a problem? Bitch say it to my face, and tell me why, don't be sayin it to my friends and threatening to kill me for the sake of your blown-up drama. OK?
Grow up. And get a life while you're at it.)
2. People - and sod it, I will be ambiguous here, hypocrisy be damned - leaving vague Internet posts 500 times a day for the sake of attention.
"I am so mad about what a certain someone said to me today."
"I am wondering what is the point."
"i h8 ppl who r 2faced slagz U NO WHO U R".
(Especially that last bit: if you're willing to blast them, why not be willing to name them? Grow a pair or just don't say it. The latter is preferable.)
3. Bottling up your feelings and letting fly when drunk or high. We've all been guilty of this, I guess, and it isn't pleasant. We were subject to it from a mate in the pizzeria last night. Violently. Horrible. We'll all feel like crap afterwards, especially if the ranter is like myself, who is for some reason not inclined to be easily forgiven for such shitty behaviour. Please don't do it. Please can't we find a middle ground between raving like a fuckin lunatic on the Internet every time anything bothers you even a little bit, and acting like you're too tough to feel.
It's nuts.
Thank you. I feel at peace now. |
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| Boys are stupid, let's throw rocks at them. |
[Jun. 17th, 2009|08:46 pm] |
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| | 'Sister Kate' The Ditty Bops | ] |
My long, busy and boring week culminated in me holed up behind Gi's wardrobe again, emerging only to refill my mug. Been up in Derry a lot this week. Also been watching a lot of Doctor Who, and Casanova. Phwoar. I have the hormones of a twelve year old boy. And I love it!
Anyways, Chris situation is, I've buggered up (or he's buggered up?) out friendship for a while. Temporarily. A glitch. We went on a date - hung about, I helped him unpack, we went to the cinema, snogged, etc, but it didn't work out so we left it there. Or so I thought. Turns out now he didn't think so, and told our friends he was feeling sorry for me and thought I was doing a good job moving on, thanks to him. Hang on a bit. Yeah, I'm doing a great job moving on, thanks, but it's nowt to do with you. Jet told me how 'cute' we looked, curled up on top of a self service till in Asda the other night - morning, really, it was 3am - when in reality he was just being drunkenly emotional and complimenting me on, well, just about everything. Which apparently is due to him pitying me. He deserves more pity than I do. Just don't want to see him for a while now.
I want to be a DJ though.
I bought my sister a tent for her birthday. Which is a sign that I'm not harbouring jealousies about her going to Oxegen and me not. Course not. |
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| Playground crush much? |
[Jun. 8th, 2009|11:33 pm] |
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| | 'Above Ground' Norah Jones | ] |
I've got writer's block, I have no vocab or wit any more. I'll just keep talking like this. FTW.
Weird night on Saturday. There was this mad frisson going on between me and one of my friends. It knocked me for six and then we kissed at the end of the night outside the chip van - no tongue, just feeling - and now I'm all confused because I don't like him that way. Do I?
... Dun dun dun dun.
Bleh. Anyway, after two hours' sleep when I got home I was woken and dragged to Belfast for Gina's Communion. Puked the whole way which happily made them regret doing so. When we got there I joined the boys on the roof, opened a bottle of Stella and kept drinking for the rest of the day. Stayed overnight and in the morning went with Knut and Anna and Bernie to Kelly's Cellars for a few rounds before I got the bus home. It was great hanging out with them after all this time. They crack me up.
Three days til I see Jet again! |
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| Lemme at 'em. |
[Jun. 5th, 2009|10:12 pm] |
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| | 'Warrior's Code' Dropkick Murphys | ] |
Someone suggested I go on this punk dating site.
WTF it's so silly.
Harhar I love it. There is some hawt punx out there. |
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| Gosh, Eurythmics. Where have you been all my life? |
[May. 25th, 2009|09:55 pm] |
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| | 'Down In the Street' Cheap Trick | ] |
Kimya is amazing live. Really.
London? Overrated. Too cool for my liking. Though I did get a kick out of driving through Pentonville.
And I'm staying at my mum's. Unemployed and solitary. Bored off my tits but I get free meals. Thanks mum.
I want Jet to come back and I miss Liverpool and everyone in it. I signed the contract for our new house and the night before I left Sarah and I went up to the house (after trying to get in touch with the people that live there, who wouldn't answer their phones), and they wouldn't open the door to let us leave our stuff in the basement. Bastards.
I face terrifying debts if I can't get work. I don't like the idea of being in debt before I've even graduated. I'm a little scared to be honest.
And I hate a town where I can't even get a diet Dr Pepper. Spoilt whore that I am, I need this stuff. |
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| Why I have to go to Oxegen |
[May. 15th, 2009|12:46 am] |
| [ | Tunes |
| | 'Archipelago' Mirah | ] |
Because otherwise I'll never die happy.
Some more reasons:
Lily Allen, Yeah Yeah Yeahs, The Saw Doctors, Squeeze, The Specials, Glasvegas, Pete Doherty, Regina Spektor, The Saturdays.
No Pogues this year but whatevs.
RIP Betty Boop. |
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| You think being bisexual is hard ... |
[Apr. 29th, 2009|09:43 pm] |
... try being bi-national.
I got so much shit travelling between America, NI and Liverpool because of my different passports. Do I look like a terrorist? At all? Is it really necessary to keep making me strip off, feeling me up in public and firing questions at me? Hostility, oy.
Anyway, landed home yesterday. Body clock's still screwed up and never have any idea what time of day it is. And Jet's coming up next week and we're going to Leeds the day after for her birthday. It bothered me that I only got to see her for like two minutes over Easter. And we've both been very very busy.
Helen tried to score free tickets for Pink's concert in the arena tonight (which I was somehow unaware of, how?!), by tuning into Rock FM but no luck. Dang. Thanks anyways luv.
And I'm taking my mum with me to the Kimya concert in London. I was telling her how I was having a hard times deciding who to invite and she said "Who is this girl?" and I told her and she knew her as the girl half of the Moldy Peaches! I was impressed so I asked her to come, she likes London.
And I think tomorrow I'm picking up a cheque for MORE money? I didn't earn it but I sure as hell need it, so I'm asking no questions.
Last tidbit - my old lunchtime supervisor, Gladys, called me "freakishly good-looking". I was pleased to hear that, although a bit upset that it came from the old lady who used to make me stand in the corner instead of, say, someone hot. But I take my rare-as-fuck compliments where I can get them.
-xox |
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| Got Death? |
[Apr. 20th, 2009|11:15 pm] |
| [ | Tunes |
| | 'Womanizer' Lily Allen | ] |
This one cracked me up, the films generally sucked but I remember this one being funny.
( Abracalulz! ) |
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| And stay out |
[Apr. 18th, 2009|09:36 pm] |
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| | 'Leave Me Alone (I'm Lonely)' Pink | ] |
My clothes, boots, make-up, trashy magazines, food, notebooks, bags, toiletries and laptop have all been stacked waiting to leave. I just got here and I'm being sent back to the city already. I don't want to leave my grandma yet!
I'm using my cousin Johanna's laptop (sort of with permission) and savouring the only beer in the house. I have a hell of a headache. Gigi's on my computer, I introduced her to the wonder that is Clueless. She's using my gummy earphones, which she better not damage. Listening to my uncle Sean, the comic book geek, tell his little daughters - Grace and Eve, my cousins, I only met them today, they're cool - some comic story he's writing while he's sketching the artwork. I wish I could draw. Oh, and I love his friend Arashi's blog: http://www.arashimedia.com/?page_id=2.
We invented the best ball game ever. I'll teach it to you, right now I'm probably going to sit with my grandma while she guilts me. She's cool though. She said to me last week: "Never let anyone get to you, never spend all your time with one person. I'm not saying don't get married, but it will hurt you if you commit yourself to someone too much. They will resent you, you'll resent them and you'll be fighting all the time."
A lesson learnt already, but thanks Grandma. That's even worth you ambushing me with a camera.
I need another beer. I'll be back at some point.
Over 'n out. |
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