i have never been a massive arcade fire fan. but seeing them this weekend blew me away. they were pretty stunning. tight. enthusiastic. in love with their lives. it was really moving.

i am now having a conversation with a girl i haven't spoken to in the longest time. she has just reminded me of stuff about my childhood that i had no recollection of until now.

the two instances seem undoubtedly linked. i would do almost anything to find my way back.

now we're screaming sing the chorus again

 

happy birthday you beautiful human bean.

DISRESPECT YOUR SURROUNDINGS >>> WE DON'T OWE ANYONE A FUCKING EXPLANATION

before...

after...
just returned.
i need a shower, a bath and a drink
LOLZ.
i saw so many amazing and scary things weekend. it's knocked a lot of love into me.
i know now that it's all up to me.
got inspired.
big thankyous to my new friends and limp bizkit and arcade fire and weezer and georgia and my mummy and daddy.

see you next year xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

when i say i'd die for her, it's not just words i really would.

i don't think i realised how much i am in love with my friends. today sucked so badly until i saw them (and mark everett) i don't think i even remember the bad parts anymore and i am so scared i will forget the good parts too.

noone below

i like my new flat cos i can dance and stomp about and noone can hear me because its shops downstairs.

some dickass stole my phone. this is not me being a tool. this is not me just putting shit down and forgetting it. DEAR MUM AND DAD: I DID NOT LOSE IT. :( not gonna get myself down. too much to look forward to. plus for once i have INSURAAAAAAAAAAANCE hahahahahahaha and sleazy's has cctv. im gonna nail this guy so baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaad.

DORISWATCH

do you believe you're missing out - like everything good is happening somewhere else?

my head was bloody sore yesterday...

endings and beginnings

first bit of work ive been proud of in a wee while.

First day at school.

what a scary day. it felt the same but different. everyone laughed when i referred to my goth days. no husbands there either. i even got homeworkkk.

THE "HAS MAN" IS HERE

so the boiler man is here. he is in my kitchen cleaning my boiler fan and speaking into a wee voice recorder. i need to pee. this is just one of the many conundrums of service people in your home:

do you offer tea straight away? if they do want one do you make one for yourself? if they don't want one do you make one for yourself? i don't have any sugar. is this rude? why does he take sugar in his tea anyway?
what do you do while they are working in your kitchen? do you put music on? do you watch tv? do you stand and watch them?
are you allowed to go to the toilet? what about the state of mess in your bedroom? will he need to go in there? what if he had been an attractive guy? will he be finished in time so i can leave for my art class?

i can't deal with this grown up malarky.
i can hear him running water.
i need to pee.
i need an object for my art class.
i need something to eat...
AWH MAN!

EDIT: HE USED MY BATHROOM! this is blowing my mind. at least i have hot running water aaaaiiiiight!

chinese baby face in honour of geod's return

choir of furies

burdens

I'm on hold to British Gas who can't find my landlord's account on their system. Until they find it I cannot have a bath or wash my dishes. At least I get to listen to that horn bit from The Universal over and over and over...

AND WHOOOOOO KNEEEEW that to get a passport photo in Glasgow would take two hours and cos me FIVE POUNDS. five squids down the pants. i could swear those machines used to cost two fifty or something. Once i eventually FOUND a machine (they are like bloody golddust) it ate my money and i had to go on a sweaty confusing trip around buchanan galleries trying to find the "managers suite". when the customer service guy called it that i imagined a teachers lounge or something but it was just a helpful girl behind a desk. she freely handed me a refund. by this point i was exhausted and hungry so before i went home i may have popped into forbidden planet. :D

i am not on hold anymore...

MASSIIIIIIIIIVE

oodles of noodles (lol dad!) in fact... oodles of EVERYTHING.

glasgow has a smell. it isn't smog, it's something. and the rain! it never ceases to amaze. i think i could sit by my window all day. i dont feel alone yet. i've only been here a week and i feel better than ive ever felt before. the sky and dinosaurs still make me feel queezy.

EDITTTTT - spelled rice KRISPIES worng. can't say it is something i've looked at for a while...

bloody rorschach test

just for a change

had kesha, wait, no, KE$HA, stuck in my head all day. "i like your beard..."

why is there always a "new thing"? what about a constant? we forget too easily and are quick to be distracted. we must not forget about the things that have always brought us joy - despite the "new thing". it's usually not that new anyway. diluted. caricature.

grungy frump, sheepish lump, damn girl.

for the first time in my life the sky nearly brought me to tears. not in a bad way. feeling things clicking into place in my minds eye. there is something about the sky that really leaves me feeling quite empty and small, 'n' yet at the same time it makes me feel invincible. it's the only thing i have atm that i can say i am looking at and she might be looking at it too.

should probably invest in some cutlery

Gary and Jenny made me furniture and Charlotte made me a philly + bacon bagel. Gourmet Carpentry. S'how we roll.

MOVING DAYYYYY!!

Fingers crossed for a smooth ride. I'm not going to get grumpy. Not even once. I promise.