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[Jun. 25th, 2008|09:51 pm] |
Less about form, more about feeling. |
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[Feb. 2nd, 2008|06:30 pm] |
London was great. I need a big canvas.
(ed: this is not london.) |
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| Mamma Mia! As it were.. |
[Dec. 17th, 2007|04:22 pm] |
BUFF AS.
The big screen adaptation of the Abba musical, starring my favourite, Meryl Streep, Stephen's favourite, Pierce Brosnan, and everyone's favourite, Nick Banks Colin Firth.
Bosh on Summer.
Lol meryl sings. So bufffff. |
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[Aug. 27th, 2006|06:14 pm] |
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My mum just put a really lol hammer through my computer, but it didn't harm the hard disc, so that's all to the good. I suppose if anyone wants to do a comeback mother throws huge tantrum puts hammer through computer, then this would be a good time to do so. |
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[Aug. 9th, 2006|08:57 pm] |
I haven't cried this much since Chris last year.
Losing my life long friend is bad enough, but losing everything that used to seperate me from everyone else is worse. I used to take quite a bit of pride in it, and i don't understand how i felt so proud about everything and then it all just managed to float away.
Realising that i now definitely won't be able to do what i've always wanted in life is horrible. All that time and effort, and it's gone to waste. It seems to be all about time.
I've never really though about what a hated person i can be, but it must just be due to how self-centered i am. And i know i am.
It's okay, if anyone does any sort of mick take, i know i've been horrible to certain people, taking the piss out of them, obviously, then secretly, and formulating insults for them in my head. I didn't used to be like this. I deserve every come back journal and every myspace comment.
I'm not as good as i was, and now i see how attractive the world is.
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| It'd serve us right if we all die of bird flu or become part of a Megaptera Novaeangliaen Armageddon |
[Jan. 20th, 2006|05:59 pm] |
If there's one phrase that won't be far from your lips tonight, it'll be 'Whale spotted in Central London', or maybe 'Whales in Thames sprout Whale Invasion'. Yep, that's right kids, 20th January 2006 will be remebered as the day when a seven-tonne whale made its path up the river to reach a signal emitting area to watch everyone's favourite sitcom, Big Brother.
Due to its aparrent outrage at rejection of Faria from the house, the Northern Bottle-Nose brought its mates upt river to complain directly to the house of parliament on the matter. Its plees were ignored, and instead of indulging in a dog-eat-dog style tapage, brought its mates round to do Margaret Thatcher in instead.
Dont' get me wrong - it's not that I dislike our humpback cousins, just not as much as I dislike my migraine being compounded by the bi-minutely commentary i'm received from my over-anxious womb proprietress. I suppose it'd serve us right for this allegorical Animal Farm - channel four's bosses' 1984 remake on our small screens commencing every night at 9.00pm could only end in disaster.
And here's to my American viewers, who have no idea what the past three paragraphs were about. |
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| God, isn't it annoying when your computer crashes? |
[Jan. 17th, 2006|05:31 pm] |
I pretty much predict what happens in my life through my livejournal entries. Better be careful what I write from now on.
On Saturday, me & Jill went into Newcastle. I think i've had the best time i've had in a little while. I remember using that phrase not long ago, but I'm sure it wasn't of much importance back then. We bumped into Phil and Ricki while we were near the Green. Along with a few other Goths there too. It was fun. Basically, this is what happened.
Phil's arse was sticking out of the photo booth.
I was watching this really interesting programme on Takashi Murakami on channel four the other evening. More specifically, on the new Nissan Pivo [you need never reverse!]. Murakami works on the precepts of Pop Art - [oh no, not Pop Art!] - the idea that when an object is blown up beyond proportion it serves a different purpose. He was showing the interviewer around his house, which confirms any futurama preconcpetions you'll have had about Japan. Everything was deisgned with the aformentioned Pop Art feature in mind. He'd designed this children's room which was completely outrageous, papered in flowers that had faces, and the interviewer asked, 'Will your children not be wanting to paint it black and cover it in posters of Nirvana when they get to fourteen?' to which Murakami said, 'Nah, they're 21 now and they helped me design it'. It helped that he said it with a strong, Hokkaidese accent.
Anyway, somewhere between the inanely-smiling flowers, the electric car that revolves, or maybe the middle-aged nutter, my next artistic conquest came to me - a giant paper maché lychee! I'm thinking about 6ft by 6ft, presuming the forestry commission doesn't get me beforehand. Wish me luck!
I really want a pivo.  |
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| I'm just thankful to be facing the day. |
[Jan. 3rd, 2006|07:00 pm] |
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Eee, all men are pigz. Except for Peter Brewis and Jews.
I think the one thing that's gonna keep me going tomorrow is thinking about what I was doing last Wednesday. Dreaming really seems to make my life an awful lot better. It's when reality strikes that things become so much worse. Though nothing can make reality happen if you're so far into your dream world anyway.
Not even ex-boyfriends.
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[Dec. 31st, 2005|07:08 pm] |
You can go out, dancing
And I'll write about you, dancing without you
And I'll shed a tear between my legs.
When you were here, I missed you
Now that you're away, I'm out there without you
And I shed a tear between my legs.
Though we live in the same city,
You live in another state, far away from me and all of my unfaded charms
But when the rocket ships all fall, and the bridges, they all buckle,
And everybody's packing up their station wagons
There's a number you can call, like a breast that you can suckle
And we quietly will exit as it all is happening
Again I will pray with one thing
Will I walk away from love knowing nothing, wearing my heart between my legs?
But when I know you're naked, lying on my bed while I'm at the piano
All I can say is I can't fake it
When the rocket ships all fall, and the bridges, they all buckle
And everybody's packing up their station wagons
There's a number you can call, like a breast that you can suckle
And quietly we'll exit as it all is happening again
'Cause there's a river running underground,
Underneath the town towards the sea, and only I know all about it
On which from this city, we can be free
On which from this city, we can be. |
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| Nun Gimmel Heh Shin |
[Dec. 25th, 2005|05:49 pm] |
Put the oil into the pan.
Merry Christmas, Everyone!
Just for the lol.
'Hope Santa brought you everything you wanted!' What did my mam get me? Have a guess. Have a fucking guess. A fucking selection fucking box. That was it. One fucking ninety nine. ^o). My cousin twice removed spent more on me than that. The really cheap looking ones. Hardly a selection, either. A crunchie, packet of revels and a mars bar.
So much for being a good girl, then.
WOOHOO! I've got just enough money for this beast now.
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[Dec. 24th, 2005|06:55 pm] |
Shits on myspace.
The other day I found myself most unfortunately in Wilkinsons. Deary me. The twice I've been in there before, i've seen Mr. Baxter. And you know who he looks like. So who do I come across on the second floor just past the totem poles and Buddhist marionette?
Mr Baxter, of course!
Aw. He's was £60. Nearly sold out.
Pft. |
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| With False Compare. |
[Dec. 15th, 2005|07:20 pm] |
Sonnet 130
I'm a visual learner, and although i've had the recording for a good few years now, it's nice to see a few scribbles there too. Aww. |
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[Dec. 14th, 2005|09:10 pm] |
Bah. Bah. RING DING DING DING DUH DUP DUP DING DING
CHIPS!! |
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