Saturday, April 30, 2005

I am making her a CD full of girls, all the singers are girls because she's a girl and i'm a girl and it's so hot today. Very hot. Tres chaud.

Architecture In Helsinki and Sahara Hotnights and Dressy Bessy and Be Your Own Pet and Kaito and The Duke Spirit and Portishead and Yeah Yeah Yeahs and Polly Jean the Queen and Regina Spektor and Pretty Girls Make Graves and lots more, including The Subways, who have a boy singer, and who remind me of Gareth, but who are on the CD because she specifically requested them.

(Also, 'Indie Boys Don't Deserve It'- Queens of Noize. She is a queen, and she doesn't think indie boys deserve it.)

Wednesday, April 27, 2005

Suddenly, intensly alone.

Sunday, April 24, 2005

I am typing in the dark. The bulbs in both the main light and the desk lamp in our study have gone. The only light is that emitted from the computer screen. When i am looking at it, and then look away again, there is a flash in front of my eyes for a few moments. This can't be healthy.

I like this new msn messenger feature where you can see what music people on your contact list are listening to, it is quite amusing when you notice they are listening to Mike and the Mechanics. However it is also rubbish in that it says i am listening to a track i actually am not listening to at all, and haven't listened to in about three days. Birthday celebrations for Sarah and Laura last night.

Shocking.

Saturday, April 23, 2005

Sunny spring day, a bit too bright, and i am wearing one of those little cardigans; i am so fashionable.
I have recieved a great deal of post and literature about the election over the past few days. Needless to say, i am no more informed about political parties than i was this time last week. Perhaps if i actually took the time to read the leaflets this wouldn't be the case. However, i am one of that apathetic 40% of the population and as it is, (if i make it to my nearest polling station) will probably just vote for the Green Party because they want to help the earth n' stuff.

Wednesday, April 20, 2005

I bought a copy of NME today, it cost me £1.90. Since when did it become so expensive? It used to be about £1.60.
And The Big Issue is £1.40 now.

That's inflation for you.

Tuesday, April 19, 2005

I love secretly reading the blogs of people i don't know. A new person has started at work. She is older- a mother- and i don't like it. I'm sure she is a very nice person, and perhaps, in time, when i am over that point i get of meeting new people and becoming quiet because i have nothing to say to them, i'm sure i will like her. (I can never think of things to say, i know their life-stories, they know nothing of me.) However, currently, i dislike having someone new around. It upsets the routine Adam and i have got into over the past weeks, the afternoons of being alone in the shop, the order in which we do things: ticket orders, filling up, counting the tills, eating ice-creams. Now there is someone else, someone else who does all the things i usually do. I find myself trying to make her jealous, jealous or inferior to me in some way.
Perhaps this is how my colleagues felt when i first started work, and now we get on extreamly well. Or maybe they are just more relaxed than i am. Or maybe i just think and scheme too much.
(Plus, she talks too much. She talks and talks and talks and after a while i stop even trying to sound interested when she tells me about going to hospital to have a tummy-tuck and shows me the scar i really did not need to see.)

Monday, April 11, 2005

I'm such a moody bitch of a shop assistant.

Sunday, April 10, 2005

It's a sunny day, that sickly summer smell of grass and conjuring up images of fathers mowing their lawns while the children run around the streets with footballs and bikes. I ended up walking to Safeway Morrisons. (I've said it once and i'll say it again, it's a social paradise, much in the way of The Coffee Shop or Lou's Place in Neighbours.) It involved saying hi to James as he wheeled the trollies around and scowling at people who take ages at cash machines and contemplating buying some hair spiking gunk in a tub. A hairstyle in a tub.

I think it would be fun to be a trolley boy at night time. Or just perhaps to have a trolley at night and be drunk and feel like you are flying in a metal machine with crazy wheels. I am bored. I am eating cereal because i am bored. Three bowls of cereal...
2x Rice Crispies
1x Frosties

Three bowls of cereal... please someone stop me eating cereal.

My room is messy with half re-strung beads and bits of Sarah's birthday present scattered around that i need to put together in a little bag and there is a Mogwai pin badge sitting on the windowsill and the new trousers i bought for work that are too long. But it's ok, because i had to get a longer size... regular length are ridiculously too short and besides, it means i can work the ripped-at-the-bottom-trouser look even whilst at work. I feel very dirty and homely and warm in an uncomfortable way so i think i might go for a walk around the village in my cool jacket.

Saturday, April 09, 2005

It was Interpol Day yesterday, the gig i have been looking forward to since i booked the tickets some time ago that i don't even remember. I wish i was going again tonight, i loved it so much. The way they stop PDA in the middle so it's just silence... and you're standing... waiting for it to kick in again... and they hold you just a moment longer. And they're so beautiful.

Setlist was:
Next Exit
Slow Hands
NARC
Say Hello To The Angels
C'mere
Public Pervert
Not Even Jail
Hands Away
Evil
Take You On A Cruise
PDA

NYC
Obstacle 1
Roland

Roland was spectacular... a barrage of flashing white strobe lights as Paul Banks shouts "oh look it's stopped snowing!" and the happiness when possibly your favourite band play one of your favourite songs. Hands Away Hands Away Hands Away... will you put my hands away, will you be my man?

(Just because it doesn't matter if the photo is shit, because he is beautiful)

Tuesday, April 05, 2005

Saturday 26th February. Someone commented on my blog.

"Heyguesswhatiloveyouomfgz!?"

Wonder who. And i am going to write about the dream i had last night. Because it was one of those dreams that you never actually have unless you are in a film, and because i remeber it so vividly, and because i can never seem to find anything else interesting to write about these days. Even though the dream is probably quite shallow and pathetic and really, only highlights my growing excitement for Interpol Day on Friday.

The dream began with me arriving at a festival and watching Interpol. I was sitting on a small grassy hill, and they were playing on a small stage below me. I was disappointed at the end of the set as they didn't play Specialist. Next to play was Bright Eyes. To my amazement i noticed Paul Banks was standing next to me during the Bright Eyes set and i ended up talking to him, especially when Bright Eyes did a cover of Specialist. (Crazy... random... never really going to happen.) I don't really remember the conversation, apart form a small moment when i girl i used to go to school with appeared. She was wearing a waistcoat suit with diagonal stripes on it and a silk purple shirt. Paul Banks (remember of course that Interpol are a-band-who-wear-suits) remarked "It's supposed to be pinstripes love, not zebra stripes" in a terribly patronising way.
And i just loved it, because i hated her, and was so happy that he was as sarcastic and scathing as i can be to people i dislike.
I then went and stood in a circle and looked in mirrors with The Arcade Fire.

See what i mean? Stupid really. I went for "a run" with my sister around the village on Sunday. It nearly killed me to say the least. Then in the evening i got a text from Laura, back from America, and we went for a drink. She gave me a little tin of Disney sweets and i choked on them in the pub. Quite violently. It's like Piglet danced off the front of the tin and started strangling me. Sour candy treats kill.

One of my friends buys bags of finely crushed up pills and snorts them in the staffroom.

Saturday, April 02, 2005

Reach out for it...

My face in the mirror, my hands wanting to touch your mouth, climb in your mouth to take your words out...

Bye___________________________