Wednesday 27 August 2008

Im pretty sure i write too many blogs

Gayy. I Dont care. Well i do a bit cause i feel like a bit of a saddo haha. Err but ok, i'll just make up for it and not write any next month.
Someone asked me what i did today, and really i cant remember. My brain is disintegrating, i wish i could say it was due to my hectic party lifestyle but unfortunately not, just the opposite most likely, lack of use has cause my grey matter to turn to dust. I went to the new house for a bit with my mam and ate dorito's while she swept the stairs down, then later in the afternoon i went with her to walk the dog and see my auntie at work to ask about the car (it broke down a few days ago). I Cant wait to move house, my mam keeps asking me which bedroom i want and i cant make my mind up. Im desperately hoping there is a nice hot slightly-indie-but-not-trying too-hard boy living next door. Most likely its just old people, but a girl can hope. I havent seen any people in the street yet. Theres a really old kind of creepy looking church at the end of the street as well, its kind of cool.
Anyway. I got changed twice today, for no reason. Im finding it quite hard to dress myself lately, i think im in a phase of wanting to actually look my age and not like a 16 year old. Halfway through the day when i got changed, i decided to go for the slightly waitress-ey look. Well i dunno i dont think thats what i aimed for but thats how it turned out. Not sure how a dungaree dress can make me feel waitress-ey but it did. I wore boots today, their kind of shoe boots but better. Iv had a fair few nights out in them, and they've got a few scuff marks but i love them so much.

Im going to be gutted when they get too worn out to wear anymore. I bought them off ebay but it wasnt from a proper shop so i doubt i'll get another pair quite like them.
I wore a shirt today so that explains the waitress thing. I have no idea where it came from, i think it was a hand me down from someone ages ago. All my t shirts and tops are either dirty or crammed into the bottom of the wardrobe, so it was a case of going for the first clean/not crumpled thing i could find. Its too big for me, so like the genius i am, i safety pinned the back haha.

Stupid i know but it was kind of cold today so i was just wearing my coat anyway. Im kind of looking forward to winter just so i can wear my coat all the time because i love it. It kind of swamps me but i like it, its cosy. And grey. So much for my new years resolution of brightening up a bit. Actually i got it before i made the resolution so i guess im off the hook.



I wore my hair up today, in an attempt to look/feel older. I like my hair down but i do feel somehow more mature with it tied up. I think its due a trim cause sometimes when iv had it up for too long it really hurts my head. Im also really getting fed up with my fringe thing. Not sure if it really qualifies as a fringe. I had a normal straight across fringe for most of my life till a couple of years ago when i got fucking sick of cutting it every two weeks, so i just decided to stop cutting it altogether, and i kind of liked the inbetween stage when it was long enough to not be a proper fringe but not long enough to have grown out completely, and i could just kind of swish it to one side. Its too long now, and its not all in one piece, it always takes me ages to get all the right lengths out when i tie it back.


I decided to wear a ribbon today, i bought it a few months ago when i went to a family party thing that was 60's themed and at the time i didnt know what to wear, but i wanted an excuse to get some ribbon so that was it. Iv done a couple of other things with it so far, but i think its a bit limited really. Pretty all the same though. Theres my industrial as well, its over two and a bit years old and im still not bored of it. I should really get a shorter bar though cause its a bit big. I think i got really lucky with it too, never had any problems with it healing or anything really. I took it out and put it in again the other day just for the craic. It doesnt hurt any more of course, but it was still a bit wierd, cringy. I apologise for the orange sofa, we will be getting a new one when we move.

Here's a picture of my dog Roxy, she's ace.









x



Saturday 23 August 2008

You wont let me win

Hahah emo title. It actually has no references whatsoever to what im going to be writing in this (probably very long) blog, it just happened to be the line in the song i was listening to at the time. It was the Dodos, the song was pretty good really, not emo at all.
Anyway. I feel like i have lot to write, none of it interesting, but a lot to write nonetheless.

So where should i start, erm i guess i'll write about my day. I went to middlesbrough (or Middlebizzle when im feeling like snoop dog) with my mam, we're finally moving house, all the repairs and whatnot are done, so we got the keys today and my mam signed all the papers and that crap.
This is just over the road from the place where we went to sort the house stuff. We were stood at the lights for ages so i thought i'd take a photo. I really like this little part of boro, i cant put my finger on why, I think i just like the abandoned looking Kwik Save in the background, reminds me of when Stockton had one and there was a massive beautiful church opposite, before they ruined it and built shitty wellington square.




Then when we came out, we decided to walk down the stairs cause the lift was tiny and had 70's style wood clad on all the walls and was very rickety on the way up. So, i just liked the view from this tiny window, i thought it looked cool with all the pipes and stuff. I like the backs of buildings. Not sure why the walls have came out stripey.


I was in a really funny mood today, like funny ha-ha funny, we went in primark, and goddamn they have some goooood shoes, anyway yeah it was just full of scutters. No wait, it wasnt primark that was full of scutters it was BM (Bargain Madness dontcha know), i dunno it was just funny laughing at them, i actually cant be bothered to go into it, i just found it funny today, maybe it was a situation where if you didnt laugh you'd cry. So i laughed.
The last time i went to middlesbrough was with laura a couple of weeks ago, and we both noticed that it had a strong scent of poppers wafting about, and today i noticed it was still there. Whats the craic? Why does boro smell of poppers all of a sudden? Its a mystery.

In boro we went in a pound shop where i persuaded my mam to buy a massive bag of chewit brand strawberry laces, im very happy about this. The bag is huuuge and the laces are loooong. Its generally a bit hit and miss when it comes to finding decent strawberry laces, but these ones were pretty good. I did briefly think that i'd transferred from standard strawberry to newly discovered Vimto laces, which are truly a brilliant idea if ever there was one (its a mix of VIMTO AND LACES!!), However strawberry laces just have that edge, you cant beat a classic.
ANYWAY, sorry about that, i'll get away from the strawberry tangent. So that was pretty much it from the venture to boro, i really enjoyed the train ride back, for some reason it was just really comfortable and cosy feeling, i sometimes feel like that when its really dull and grey outside, and it certainly was today. The train wasnt really that busy, so we got a seat with a table, and it was raining gently outside, and shortly after we got on, this wierd guy got on on the table opposite us, i feel bad describing him as wierd, i duno he was about in his 30's, and he mentioned to some other people that he must have bumped into on the train that he knew that he'd been for a job interview in redcar. He was wearing glasses and had really short hair and was kind of podgy with a round face. He seemed like just a nice normal person though, after he'd sat down he got out this writing pad or sketch book or something and started this pencil drawing, he was so cute, he was concentrating so hard that he was doing that tongue-slightly-poking-out thing haha. I couldnt quite see what he was drawing cause i was sat near the window and my mam was closer to him than i was, i think it was some kind of anime robot thingy. Pretty cool anyway. I hope he gets the job he went for.
So yeah it was a really romantic train journey, maybe cause it was gently raining outside, or maybe it was cause the window was slightly steamed up, or maybe it was cause i was listening to bright eyes through one ear phone, and then hope of the states came on and i started daydreaming about Sam Herlihy and pondering how much i fucking love - and miss - that band. I was quite glum when we had to disembark the train and trudge home in the rain. Good thing im only 10 minutes away from the station.

Dont you just love the feeling of getting home after getting wet from the rain, and getting changed and warm again? yum.
I didnt do much when i got in, i watched the reading/leeds coverage on bbc3, and just really was bummed out that i didnt go this year. And its wierd cause really i only really want to see the killers, i think the other headliners are a bit rubbish.
But really i was just a bit sad, cause it was just at that time where dusk is setting in, but the sky still has a tiny bit of light left, and the all the fairground and shops and those lightbulb strings they have to light the campsite paths would have been all lit up, and people are stumbling back to the tent to get some food made on a rubbish camping stove, and then use the horrible smelly toilets, and then get changed cause its coming in cold. Ahhh. Definately the best time of the day at festivals that little day time to night time transition. Aw my heart feels all warm just thinking about it. Its wierd, its not like im even a hardcore festival goer, iv only been to the last two leeds, but it does feel wierd not being there, and its wierd that its a weekend early this year (i think)
It was mainly reading coverage on tv, as always, and its wierd seeing on tv, its just in the middle of a city, its really odd watching a festival with towerblocks and stuff in the background. Not that i have anything against Reading, i think the mini rivalry thing is a good laugh, i dont think anyone really takes it seriously. I would feel so out of place there though i think. I wonder if Reading has a wheelbarrow of death? Haha. Aww Leeds I MISS YOU!
Anyway i watched Friendly Fires on the coverage, id not heard them before and the one song they played seemed alright, however, the frontman was so wierd, he was doing this really odd 80's dad dance, like, it was as if someone has once told him he had a nice arse and now he's like "wow really? Im so gonna wave my arse around as much as possible from now on". Hahah AND for some reason he had rolled the bottom of his jeans up, and was wearing these just plain black patent leather shoes, minus socks for some reason, it just looked really really bizzare. The wierd thing is though, it showed you Vampire Weekend later on and one of the guys was wearing a very similar style, maybe its the new in thing? Is it something to do with Readings site being so wet they have to roll their trouser bottoms up? Maybe its some strange ode to Michael Jackson?
I did like one thing i seen though, i noticed a lot of boys in bands wearing those three-quarter sleeved shirts. I dont know what to say, except that im a total sucker for those shirts on a boy. Long sleeves, fine, short ones, whatever. But in between? Yes please.
Anyway back to Friendly Fires, they sounded good but just looked like twats, and there was another band i thought looked like twats but i cant remember who now. Just one of them was wearing sunglasses inside. What the fuck. He was wearing a scarf too but seeing as it was probably cold and they are sort of outdoors he can get away with that. Thats why i love Fyfe Dangerfield, i reckon he'd probably think the same thing. Just cause at the newcastle gig when i seen em, he produced a pair of sunglasses before a song, i cant remember which one now annoyingly enough, and he said "this song requires these". Haha so he was obviously having a bit of a laugh and that. It just bugs me when people wear sunglasses inside. Man.
Im having a bit of a look a like day today, iv seen three look a likes. I think their the kind of look a likes only i would get though, and if i pointed it out to anyone else, they'd just snigger and go "err bianca he looks nowt like him", but anyway. The first one was when, actually the first one is kind of a two in one deal. First i thought the guy from MGMT looked a lot like Jack White, and then i thought the guy from Fratelli's looked like him too. Then i thought arse guy from Friendly Fires looked a bit like Zach Condon out of Beirut, and then there was a guy on big brother's big mouth (why was i watching that, god only knows) who i thought really reminded me of Sam Herlihy.
Ohhh well. Anyway moving on, im gonna end this soon, i feel like iv been writing it for ages. And im going to change my layout cause i dont like it that much, it makes the blogs look like long skinny newspaper columns.
Before i go though, I seen an advert on bbc3 for a programme called, actually i dont remember what it was called, but it was along the lines of "would you trust the groom to plan your wedding?" and it just showed this dosey looking woman going "i am not dressing up as a pirate for the wedding!" Hahah i would think it was fucking hilarious if i left my groom tobe to plan the wedding and he had us getting married dressed as pirates. Haha ahh.
Ok before i go, here's some pictures of the chocolate cake i made yesterday. Its soo good, its so chocolatey that i havent been able to finish a full slice in one go (yet) Which is how a proper chocolate cake should be in my humble opinion. When my mam makes chocolate cakes she insists on just whipping cream for the centre, but what sort of chocolate cake would that make? Not a very good one i dont think!







Thursday 21 August 2008

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Soooo. I thought i'd write another blog, obviously. I feel in a wierd mood tonight, like just, lazy, lazier than normal. I feel like i need someone to throw a bucket of ice cold water over me to wake me up. Or maybe not, i guess nobody needs to feel woken and invigorated at 1am.
Anyway, get on with it.
Iv been watching loads of plane crashes on youtube. I heard about that spanish plane crash today and it set me off. Im not being sick, just, i cant imagine how horrific it must be to die that way. I dont know why i kept watching them, i find it quite sick that people have gone to the trouble of making crash montages. Then again, i guess im not much better by watching them. I dunno, i guess what they say is true, you cant look away from a crash. God it just totally fucks with your head watching these videos, knowing that your watching people die. That is definately the worst way to go, i cant believe how scared those poor people must have been. There's one thats just burnt into my head forever.



There's just something about that one that i find worse than most of the others. Maybe you have to see the video to understand it. Just after that shot it just nosedives into the floor. Its such a wierd looking plane too, its wings seem to be equally as skinny as the body. Kind of reminds me of a big daddy longlegs, or maybe i find it worse cause its a passenger plane. Urgh i dont know. All of the above. Poor poor fucking bastards. I dont even know what crash it was. Its just fucking terrible. Im probably gonna have nightmares tonight.

Yeesh, way to depress everyone bianca. Yeah that was a pretty rubbish start to a blog wasnt it?
Im moving house soon, finally. At first i didnt want to cause im sick of moving all the time, but then i realised how shit this area is and was really excited for moving. But i got up today to find my mam and auntie had boxed up loads of stuff, so now im back to being sick of packing. I just hate the inbetween stage where your stuff is everywhere, and you get out of the bath and realise that your arms are really dry and when you ask for the vaseline moisturizer your mam says "err i think its in them boxes" so you go to the boxes only to find their sellotaped up and you cant be bothered rooting through them or going upstairs for the dove moisturizer so you get dead pissed off and end up having to put sun cream on instead. Bad fucking times.
Nah generally im looking forward to moving though. But today i was reading this
http://www.b3ta.com/questions/unexplained/ and i thought, fuck, what if the new house is haunted? Im such a pussy i dont think i'd be able to handle it. Sometimes i think i'd like something to happen, or see something, just as proof or just to be able to say that i had, but actually i dont think i would, it'd just scare the shit out of me too much. I dont know how people dont just faint when scary stuff happens. When we used to go to my cousins when they lived in their old house, they used to tell us loads of stories about things that'd happened there, i dont know how much was exaggerated or made up just to scare us, but that house was definately creepy, just something about it, i hated being on my own in any rooms there. Nothing ever happened when i was there like, apart from when i was playing with the kids in their yard and their two dogs started running around in circles barking their heads off, looking at something that wasnt even there. Hmm.
If our house turned out like that, i dunno, i definately wouldnt be able to stay in it on my own.
Hhaha urghh anyway.
I wanted to watch sex and city tonight, but my mam and auntie were watching big brother. What a shower of shite. Satc is repeated on saturdays but knowing me, i'll have forgot about it untill the last 5 minutes grrr.

Righty O im bored now. Adios

x

Wednesday 20 August 2008

I would like things for tree

I meant to write for "Free" but im leaving it as tree because it is mildly amusing.
So i want things for free. Id rather have a job and pay for my own stuff, but seeing as there are no decent ones in stockton thus far, im trying to come up with a plan B.
Iv actually got a plan B and a plan C.

Plan B, Sign up to myfreeimplants.com () But instead of scrounging for donations towards a boob job, just scrounge for shoes/gig tickets/etc instead.

Plan C, find a foot fetish forum/group and sell photo's of my feet, their not deformed or anything, i reckon someone would pay to see them. I really wouldnt give two shits about wierd old men creaming themselves over pictures of my feet, infact i think plan C is well better than plan B. Feet = Money. Money for pretty much fuck all, can it really fail?


Sunday 17 August 2008

From eating your dinner To standing in your underwear in front of your mam, in less than 10 seconds

Eww i just had the worst experiece of my life, maybe even worse than the time i thought i was gonna die at the muse gig.

I was just sat eating my sunday dinner with my mam, cutting up my yorkshire puddings to be precise, when i look down only to find a fucking spider on my leg. Not even the part of the leg thats furthest away from me, oh no, the bastard was on my thigh. I just kind of froze and made a strange noise, and my mam was like "what?" as if i was some kind of retard.
Me: "spider on me" (still frozen) it was like i could only move my eyeballs. I was too scared to knock it off cause i didnt want to put my hand anywhere near it, so i made a very feeble attempt at blowing it off (easy now) , i could only muster a small breath though and the spider was already on its merry way up my skirt.
So i put down my knife and fork, (i think, i actually dont remember moving from the sitting position to standing up) and my mams going "take your skirt off!!" And i was 50/50 on weather i wanted to just stand still and hope that superman would fly through the window and erradicate the horrible little 8-legged bastard, or weather to just whip it off. Anyway i guess my brain was shouting "strip! strip!" But i was stil in slow motion cause i was fucking scared i'd peel down my skirt and it'd still be on me. At least at that moment i was better off not knowing where it was, than knowing it was definately on me. So the skirt came off. I had to be wearing the shortest denim skirt i own didnt i. Smartass. Could have worn jeans but noooo Bianca, you just wear some spider friendly clothing today. (to be fair though it was raining when i went out today and i didnt fancy walking around tesco with soggy jeans and converse)
As if i wasnt tortured enough i was wearing a long sleeved top as well, so then i was dead paranoid that it was up my arms. And like an idiot i'd decided to wear 2 pairs of tights today, so i was shitting myself taking the top pair off.
So yeah, not a fun way to enjoy your sundays, teetering around your front room in only your bra and a pair of tights while repeatedly asking your mam "are you sure its not on me?"

Fucking spidery bastards. No more will i try i get them out of the house with a glass and some card, as of today any spiders that cross my path WILL be splattered. Feel my wrath bastards!!!

stupidtitle

Name one fact about the person you like?
No


Who is your last text from?
Laura


Last time you had a sleepover?
I dunno, i dont do sleepovers anymore



Latest you stayed up in the past week?
no


What is the last thing you said aloud?
fuuuuuck me, (due to Matt Bellamy looking so hot at V)


Story behind your MySpace song?
Its by the Cinematic Orchestra, theres no story though i just really really like it


DESCRIBE YOUR:

Eyes?
B b b b boring brown


Life?
Also boring



WHAT ARE YOU:


Wanting?
An endless supply of Oreo's


Listening to?
Nuffin



Do you like seafood?
I dunno really, iv not tried enough of it to say



Do you remember your dreams?
yeah, am i the only person? I always remember my dreams, really well as well



Do you speak another language other than English?
Backslang


When was the last time you really laughed?
when i watched the scene from ace ventura with the monopoly guy on youtube yesterday


When is the last time you took a nap?
The week before last, it was proper good as well, i started watching an old VHS of Alice through the looking glass, it was my favourite video as a kid, and luckily i have a tv/video combi in my bedroom on which to watch it. Mr T's voice is in it, he plays the jabberwock, so obvious when you look back, i must have watched it a million times when i was a kid and all the time oblivious. Anyway i watched almost all of it then fell asleep at the end. It was a lovely nap.



Who is the FIRST person you thought of this morning?
whoever i was kissing in the dream i'd just woke up from. Kissing dreams are wierd.



Who was your FIRST best friend and are you still friends with them?
I cant remember



What was the FIRST thing you did this morning?
I wasnt even awake this morning


When is the last time you talked to your father?
err a few weeks ago



Do you prefer a call or a text?
Both is nice, though with texting you can make it last all day and its quite nice



Who was the last person you had a phone conversation with for more than 5 minutes?
Oooh i dunno, the last few phone calls i can remember seem to have been around 5 minutes long



Where is one place that you'd like to visit?
New York. Belgium!


Dark hair or light hair in the opposite sex?
Dark generally, i dont know, i dont mind light either


Did you ever watch "The Big Comfy Couch" when you were young?
what?


Does it bother you when you text somebody and they take forever to text back?
Nah unless it was to arrange something like


Do you toss & turn for hours at night or fall right to sleep?
Depends how tired i am duh



If you had to choose between going on a cruise to the Bahamas for a week or Europe for 2 weeks, what would you choose?
Europe all the way



When is the last time you talked to number 1 on your top friends?
shut it, your on blogger now


Do you live with both your parents?
no just one



What is it you truly want right now?
Still have a bit of an oreo craving to be honest


Plans for tonight?
Er its half one in the morning, my plans include eating and sleeping


Do you laugh at all the wrong times?
HA, sometimes



Do you have a best friend or best friends?
's



Have you ever had your heart broken?
No, not in the romantic sense anyway


Do you ever wish you were famous?
nah not really


Do you hate the last girl you had a conversation with?
my mam ergh


Is there something you always wear?
underwear generally



Do you know anyone with the same name as you?
No cause im ace meeeeeee














ya.

Friday 15 August 2008

I DONT BELONG IN THIS HORSE RACE

Ok, iv decided, Sao Paulo by Guillemots is the best fucking song iv ever had the pleasure of hearing. I cannot explain how just incredible this song is, its just ahhh man! It makes me want to run around the streets of stockton naked, waving one of those artistic gymnastic ribbons.
Im glad iv heard this song before im old and deaf, its just fucking immense. Thankyou Guillemots.


http://www.last.fm/music/Guillemots/Through+The+Windowpane/Sao+Paulo

Tuesday 12 August 2008

i feel like i should write a blog

I feel like i havent been on here for a while. I guess i just dont have anything interesting to write about. I actually want to make a blog all about how i want to go to acrobat college in london, and how i think i might have found my calling (despite my lack of gymnastic skills). And things in that vein. Though to be honest right now im kind of in the mood to write a blog about nothing in particular, you know one of those things where you just wanna ramble on and not really put any thought into what your doing? Yeah thats what im on today. So yeah, i'll do that blog another time.
Im listening to Goldfrapp at the moment, i think their really cool. I remember seeing them at Move, like 5 years ago. I just like Alison she's ace. Aye, anyway. I was just going to remark that i should only make blogs when i have something interesting to write about, but if i did that, then my blogger would only have about 4 entries.
Err. yah.
Haha ok, this blog fails. Gonna shoot.

Friday 8 August 2008

Hungry.

I eat my peas with honey, iv done it all my life, it makes the peas taste funny but it keeps them on the knife.

Saturday 2 August 2008

Fly

Its half 4 on a saturday, i really should have legged it down the town to see the hot Belgian boys cause their performance is on at the moment, their here again tomorrow so maybe i'll go and drool then.
Anyway i was sat in the room next door about 15 minutes ago, on the setee, putting nailvarnish on, and this fly kept buzzing round me. I knocked it off my skirt twice and it kept coming straight back, then it did the same landing on my leg, it just keep trying to get on me and as soon as i was knocking it away it kept coming back a second later. And now im in here, its followed me and just did it again, about 3 times landing on my knee! I wonder what the attraction is, maybe its trying to tell me something? Maybe its like the simpsons where bart's head gets transfused onto that flies body and he keeps flying around lisa trying to get her to notice him. Is there a situation in life that doesnt have a simpsons reference?
And no, im not smelly, infact iv just got out of the bath less than an hour ago. Haha the fly is bugging my mam in the other room now.
Hmm wierd.
Tonight im going to watch British Sea Power down the river, i know i keep going on about it, but im really excited. I think it'll most probably rain, i dont really have much hope for dry weather but i dont give a fuck really.

Okay im going, ciao (caio?) x

Friday 1 August 2008

English boys suck.

Im seriously only on Belgian and French boys from now on. Lemme explain. I went down town today with my mam just to see what was on, and we ended up watching this show outside the town hall, it was these 3 guys, one was half french half english, one was half belgian half english, (so they claimed anyway) and i missed what the first guy said, he was probably belgian though seeing as the company was from there. Er anyway, iv just been swooning all day since i seen it. Serious serious horny teengirl time, honestly.
They were fucking amazing, all three of them were just gorgeous to start off, plus they were wearing some sort of lycra/spandex suits, plus they were skinny, and plus they were doing loads of amazing acrobatic stuff like holding their own bodies up with just their arms. PLUS they were european. Im just a total sucker for a hot accent, i almost went weak at the knees when they introduced themselves.
I dunno i was just completely mesermized watching them, they were doing like a wierd mix of trampolining, juggling, acrobatics and comedy. I mean i wasnt especially mesermized at the performance its self (they were ace at that though) i dunno, i was just so caught up in the fact that they were hot belgian/french boys. Then tonight i just had this ace little daydream about running away with them and joining their little troupe, and i'd be performing with them, just three hot boys and me, travelling around europe having an ace time, and occasionaly spending all day in the gym studio in belguim, practising our act in our spandex outfits and on breaks sitting in the park in the sun, and then one day i'd fall in love with one of them and get married.
Err yeah back to reality though. I really cant think of a better combination of things that make the perfect boy. French/belgian, messy hair, acrobatic, very thin, and hot smiles.
I can just imagine european boys to be really romantic. And what could be hotter than a guy who can do the splits for you and lift you up with one arm?
Maybe i'll bump into them tomorrow at the festival or something and we'll make friends and then make out. mmm.
So i will end this blog here. English boys are rubbish and stupid, and europe boys are beautiful and strong and have amazing accents and look good in lycra and are very very skinny. These ones are anyway













Edit, i nicked these photos off their website, in case you were wondering!

Bedroom, stockton festival, boys, babies

Im not even a sentence in and im distraced already. I was bored a while ago, and i dont know if i stumbled upon it through the msn homepage, or i was just being a fangirl and googling him, anyway i discovered nadal is playing a game right this second, and after some mooching about and singning up to rubbish betting websites, i found me a live streaming. And that is distracting me. If he goes on to win on sunday (or so i read) he'll be the world number one, poor fed will be knocked off, which is a shame cause i think he's a nice bloke. I didnt know he was even in another tornament so soon after that canadian one, but. Err anyway, yeah, god bless the internet and god bless live streaming.
So. I havent wrote a blog for a few days, maybe the last one with all the photos took it out of me heh. Speaking of that last blog, the untidy room finally got the better of me, i just kind of snapped and decided i couldnt live like that anymore, and went on a sort of tidying rampage. My wardrobe is now full of clothes and the floor is lovely and not cluttered. I like it clean, and im going to make it stay that way. (she says)
Stockton festival is on at the moment, its only been on since wednesday and it finishes sunday, I always thought it was on for a full week. I Dunno, maybe its always been like that. Its nice though i really love the festival, maybe cause its the same age as me. I walked into town today and i had my headphones in, and i guess i kind of forgot about the festival being there, and when i walked through the graveyard i seen they'd fenced a big chunk of it off and there was a stage being put up, and then on the other side of the grass was a small white tent with a big bumblebee cut out and a sign saying "guided tour of a honeycomb". Anyway, it all made me grin, its that time of year again. The weekend is when the music is on down the riverside, i absolutely cant wait to see British Sea Power, im so excited for that. Im also a bit more excited now laura is coming for it as well, i thought she'd miss it cause of work and it'd just be me and vicky, which would have been good still but its better when we get together. Thers most of a small bottle of vodka in the fridge with my name on it, so that will be consumed. Iv just got a romantic view of it, i think it'll be like when we were 15 and we used to get drunk at the georgian on a friday night and make tits out of ourselves by ballroom dancing around the tree in the courtyard. I just want to get merry and watch music. Im pretty certain that it'll rain the fuck down all day though like it did at music live, but fuck it, BSP!!
The year before last when the festival was on, me and laura were stood in the town centre watching something or other that was happeneing, when we spotted this amazingly hot boy. We were just like little fangirls haha, taking it in turn to check him out. Anyway i was in town today with vicky, and i think i seen him again. He certainly was delectable. And also i seen a very hot roadie guy setting some stuff up, which makes a nice change from the topless beergutted greasy haired 50 year old roadies that you normally see.
I feel like a bit of a horny teenager writing all this about boys, i feel like all i write about in my blog is boys. As a single 21 year old girl though im kind of allowed. I think it comes across differently in here than it does in real life. I dont really run around squeeling when i see someone hot.
On to babies anyway, like i said i went down town today with vicky and she had the baby with her, Charlie. Oh she's sooo gorgeous, and she's just starting to laugh, bless her just drooling all over and laughing at things that arent even funny. Ahh babies. I keep saying to my mam we should adopt one from china. It kind of freaks me out that im now old enough to have friends that have babies. And people my age are graduating from uni. And im just sat here, hoping one day i'll know what the fuck to do haha. Ohhh crap.
Im gonna end this blog now. While i was writing it, the tennis finished, Nadal won (suprise). His girlfriend was in the crowd watching him. Sigh. I am mega jealous. mmm.
On a final note, i am going to edit the Fyfe Dangerblog cause im pazza he'll somehow stumble across it. I need to tone down the crazy cause i just sound like an insane stalker. So yeah, this is yer last chance to read it before it turns into a "normal" blog.

Bye bye bye

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