November 2010
i well love snow
Especially when it means I get the day off, even though Reading tickets come out at nine so I’ll still be up at 8.50… Oh well it’s Reading I’ll allow that one.
Skin so chapped feel like i need to be in a nivea advert. get me some cocoa butter.
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lovehaterelationshipwithmyblogisunhealthy
that's shit
tess is a nitwit. i don’t like her, or her stupid west country village in victorian prose life.
need a haircut, don’t know what to do with it. sticking to the same hair yeah cool no.
‘08 wonkypopremixes
bun sleeping
fuck insomnia. shittiest thing evs. let me sleep.
i need to be in a bikini in a month and at this rate i will be looking more like a beach ball who got lost in a string factory
not cool.
need to take off my makeup.
need to read tess of the durbervilles
too much time on somethingpositive and listverse and rottentomatoes and cracked and overheardinnewyork.
earmuff headphones starting to...
allow the writers strike threw me right off course with my heroes watching, but it’s so good, will probably spend all of monday watching s4.
pointless.
peter petrelli’s a babe in all senses of the word.
we’re gonna head down starbucks get some gingerbread lattes, it’ll be beautiful. except that’s sarcasm and i have way too many cats to begin to adopt for my...
YAY
byebye ucas form i’m happy you’ve left me though perplexingly i’m also pretty devastated because i’m sure my personal statement was pure bollocks.
In any case I then decided to flick through yootoob and found a whole bunch of shit i havent listened to in so long. Black kids (as in the band who have dropped off the face of the earthhhh) and caroline sits in her room...
the funny thing is
No-one can see this
So its like i’m talking to myself.
So it’s like i’m a basket case.
Hi Aisling,
I’m going to write something gay and pretentious about Faithless and makingmadlovetomagirlontheheeftearingofftightswithmateef science folder. ETC
Might add in points about tea and some ghetto vocabulary
From Aisling
Dear Aisling
You’re a loser
Aisling
...
that was a pretty useless blogtextpost.
tommy reilly iz a BAYBE. actually he probably isn’t, its just his voice (pre album autochoondeath). i like scottish accents lots, and scottish musicians. maybe glasgow is like the place to be. even though more people get stabbed there than london.
beck is a babe.
i’m gonna make a short film with lego and beck and i’ll be haps
though...
woah
i think i’ve finished my personal statement.
there are probably tweaks to be made though.
sleep's fer pussies
hardcore bitches dont sleep. neveeeeeeeeeer.
but i’m not hardcore and love off sleep and pretty angry that sleep hates me because its not fun for sleep to hate you like sleep what the fuck did i ever do to you ya bitch.
Metronomy’s new album comes out next year, and Friendly Fires. Can’t wait if I’m gonna be completely honest. I don’t even know why, I’m no...
ah ee eh ah eee ee eh oh
this time last year i well liked delphic
when bands come up on your shuffle you haven’t heard in ages and then you’re like AHHHH i remember you! it’s like bumping into people from primary school without the physical embarrassment.
fuck you emotionalbrainsueueuehfghghgah.
so fucking torn right now.
angryangryangryyyyyyy
also feeling pretty lost.
gonna write about something that isnt narcissistic and gay one day.
tea
today i discovered green tea with ginseng and raspberry and it is beautiful. oh ma gawddd. so much love for it right now
and i watched the aristocats earlier, they’re so fucking cool. i wish i was a kitten in 20th century paris.
brb getting a life.
like a bus or a shitty animated film about fishes
My Bloody Valentine
For once i finally get it.
like everyone tells you ‘oooo this band, this band!’ and you’re like ‘errr, uhhhh, errr, no.’ but now i’m like ‘yes’. That makes no actual sense, but it makes sense.
sense schmense.
it’s noise, but good noise. mmmmmm
on the other hand, i STILL don’t get sleigh bells, that ex-buzzband....
ooh tumblr-er-er-eurgh
every so often i decide i’ll keep up with this tumblr nonsense, then a few more months pass and i forget because i have a sieve instead of a brain.
So everyone’s all ‘yay i sent off my UCAS!’ and yeah thats mighty cool and all that, good luck 4 ur uni guysz. i dont know the buzzword for the ucas website yet, which worries me (and its my blog to be fair so i’ll be a...
