Thursday 29 January 2009

Fuckk

How good are Mogwai..!

Wednesday 28 January 2009

Sighh

Why. Why do they do it? Why do nice boys go out with dickhead girls?
I just read that Caleb Followill (KOL) got it on with Kimberly Stewart. All respect i had for the guy has just gone down the drain. Iv never really spent a lot of time thinking about him i mean, but just in general, i guess i thought he was a stand up guy.

Get on with it Bianca. Anywayy. I dunno, it boggles my mind when seemingly nice decent guys go out with girls that are complete fucking idiots.

I know he's not going out with her, from what i can gather off the Internet (a reliable source i know...) they just got it on in a club in london, then continued in some posh hotel with a load of other celebrities. Soo i dunno, at least he's not going out with her. I wouldnt be heartbroken or anything if he did, just, i dunno, it kills my faith a bit when i hear about stuff like that. Come on boys, get with the programme, there are girls out there who are hot and intelligent.

When i was at school, i'd say i was about 15, 16, i had a crush on a boy in my year. He was beautiful, really really pretty. He wasnt one of the himbo's who all played rugby and thought they were "proper fit". He was a properly nice guy, im pretty sure he played guitar, and was into the same music as me (very important to an angsty 15/16 year old "mosher") Oh and he used to wear bracelets.
Sometimes he'd hang around our tutor room at dinnertimes, and mess about and generally be funny. I dont actually recall properly talking to him, i probably did a couple of times but we didnt hang out or anything. Which was okay cause i hadnt really got a grasp on the whole boy-thing at that age. (apart from fancying the pants off them)
Anyway, in conclusion, he was prettier than any boy should be at that age, funny, had a good personality etc.
And he went out with the most flamboyant, drama-esque, orange faced, squeaky voiced, bursting into song and dance at any given moment, girl. She probably was dead nice, but im pretty sure they didnt have owt in common, he was pretty quiet and that. Then a bit later on he went out with this other girl, she wasnt drama-esque or anything, and i think she was kind of quiet. She was nice as well, but completely vacuous. So yeah, just generally he went out with dickheads haha.


Kimberly fucking Stewart though?! Fuck me.

Hellooo irony


Christ, theres so much more ranting i could do on this subject, but i just cant be arsed anymore. This is why so many girls bum the shit out of Johnny Depp (and why i bum the shit out of Nadal) Because they've at least got the brains to go out with girlfriends who are decent, and nice and smart and actually have personalities.

Anyway.

Fin.

Wednesday 21 January 2009

Oui Merci


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I just want to twist his hair around my fingers and kiss him untill i can't feel my mouth anymore





Monday 19 January 2009

Score!

They just played Modest Mouse on Flog It. Paul Martin and Dashboard in one programme, hell yes.
Its definately not the most depressing day of the year for meee


Sunday 18 January 2009

CWK

The guy in Cold War Kids has a really really nice voice, i like it a lot. Yet i dont know what he looks like. Not that im bothered, i just realised i like them a fair bit and have listened to a fair few songs but iv never thought to actually *look* them up.
Anyway, thats pretty much it. Im bored. Bored bored bored.
I fancy some late night mooching. Im pretty sure i'd change my mind about wanting to go out as soon as i stepped onto the front step and realised how damn cold it is though.
I do suddenly feel dead adventurous though, dunno where thats come from. I want to go and explore!!
Meet me at the (oxbridge) cemetry gates?

Friday 9 January 2009

I just cant get you out of my head

fuckin hell, i hate kylie minogue as well.

Anyway, my auntie had a day off work today so this morning her and my mam and me got up early and went down norton village. blah blah blah.
Long story short, we stumbled upon this really ace tiny vintage/second hand shop. There was a lovely spaniel in it called lucy.
But thats not what im on about, i seen the most gorgeous fur coat/jacket and i cant stop thinking about it and i want it very very much. Oh i do. I cant stop thinking about it. I like shopping as much as the next girl, but generally when i see something i like but cant afford or whatever i just think ahh well, and forget about it.

But the fur jacket, ohh it was so very beautiful. It was a perfect mink colour, it looked about my size, and it was so soft.
And even though the thought of hunting and real fur makes me sick to my stomach, (and i have no idea if its real or faux) it honestly wouldnt put me off the jacket if it was real. Which i suppose makes me a hypocrite but fuck off i dont care. Its like that episode of friends where Phoebe inherits a real fur coat even though she's against fur, but she loves it anyway. Then the guilt just overwhelms her and she gives it to some guy on the street. Maybe i'd be eaten up by guilt too, but thats a risk im more than willing to take.
And it was only £35, i think it might have even been half off cause there was a sign in the window saying 50% off. Iv been after a fur coat/jacket for a good couple of months now, and this one i seen today, ohhh god.
Is this what love feels like?

I must have the jacket!!

Tuesday 6 January 2009

I noticed you,

You stood out like a sore thumb, the most Beautiful sore thumb I've ever seen.
(that has nowt to do with this blog, i just love those lyrics they make me feel child like)

But! Onwards and upwards! Post haste! (poste haste?)


Anyway, yes, first blog in 09, i guess thats a reason to make this one really exciting and interesting, but i dont think i can manage that. Also, this is my 50th blog. Wonderful. Pretty rubbish that i have 50 entries isnt it? I keep finding other interesting blogs, and mine is just shit haha, but oh well, i suppose it'll be funny to read in 10 years time eh.

Im hungry, i guess its not good to start a blog hungry cause all i'll be able to concentrate on is eating afterwards. Do i go for yesterdays minestrone soup, or yesterdays carbonara? Hmm. Anyway, seeing as we're on a food-y tangent, i actually have something food related to relate. I had this wierd dream last night that i was in this theatre place to see a band play. I kept getting lost though cause it had loads of rooms and passageways, and by the time i found the stage/band they'd almost finished, except they weren't playing a gig, they were actually in a play. Then a bit later on, in the same place, i found this guy sat at a table, i dont know why but i went over and started talking to him, probably because he had cake and he was saying how his friends had left him, so i said "so you have 2 people, and 3 cakes" and then we started scoffing down these really nice cakes, and then went hunting for more, we knew we werent supposed to because the cakes cost $600 each, why i was dreaming in dollars i have no idea, but they cakes were good, definately worth 600.
The other night i had a dream Jim Carrey rang me on my mobile, i wasnt a friend of his in the dream, and he was still a famous person in the dream, but his name flashed up on my phone when he rang. I dont remember what he said, or what i said, but it was very pleasant and i was smiling. No idea what caused him to be in my dream though, definately a wtf moment when i woke up after that one.

On sunday i went to tesco with my mam and auntie, my mam bought me a large carton of mango juice, it was on offer and was only 54p which is a huge bargain cause the ribena sized cartons are 49p. I fucking love mango juice, i dont know why more people dont talk about it, maybe nobody has really discovered it yet, i think it should definately be sold in most shops like the regular drinks and stuff, its just so delicious, so much better than orange juice. Luckily there's a little asian food store (i think thats even its actual name) just around the corner that sells it, so if i ever get the urge for it, i'll be able to satisfy the craving in about 5 minutes.

Im still hungry, i knew i should have eaten first. Must.stop.thinking.about.food. Its nearly 1am, and i have a job interview today, in just over 12 hours in fact. Im not nervous though, not yet at least, though staying up this late knowing i have an interview probably isnt my smartest move but fuck it. Its for a perfume shop in town so that would be dead nice if i got it. Wish me luck!

Im listening to Edith Piaf, she's absolutely ace. Well she was when she was alive at least heh. She was exactly the same height as me, pretty cool eh. What a legend. Non Je Ne Regrette Rien just came on, what a tune, what a voice! I hate that specsavers have got their grubby little mitts on it!
I want it as my funeral song, its got a good message, it'd be a good way to go out, and its pretty uplifting i think it'd be a good funeral song, though i looked up the lyrics earlier on and i think its more of a wedding-y song really, the last line is really sweet. I really love this music, despite having no idea what its about, she could be singing about killing people for all i know, but its just so i dunno, epic? Its just really interesting, all the sounds going on in it, its got a really good vibe to it, pretty great.

I was listening to The Ronettes yesterday, i just discovered them cause i got the urge to listen to the diry dancing soundtrack. Im generally not a girly girl at all, but that film just drags it out of me, i know every girl bums it, but i quite like that. Boys roll their eyes at it, but the girls love it, wicked film. Anyway yeah i discovered The Ronettes, then i started listening to all these 60's motown girl bands, they were proper amazing, such good music, and incredible powerful soulful voices. And to think how many people think girls aloud are great, they're absoloutely nothing compared to those women. Ahhh.

Anyway enough of that. My other auntie and cousin and my cousins two little boys came down on new years eve, they stayed till sunday which was nice, the kids went home with their dad on saturday though. It was good fun though, we had indian round my auntie who lives here's on friday which was good. Funny family tales were recounted, such as the time, on the way to my nana's funeral in the funeral car, my auntie smiled at my (then) little cousin catherine, who was sitting looking sad and sorry for herself, when she looked back up at her and said "you've got 3 smiles". Meaning her double chin. Hahah my auntie would kill me if she knew i was posting that story on the internet, but oh well. She's not a big fat overweight bastard though, she's an average size i would say, just to clear the chins thing up. So i didnt see much of the kids but they were starting to get quite naughty after the first couple of days so i guess it was a good thing they went early. The littlest boy is soo cute, i just wanted to give him a massive cuddle, he has the biggest eyelashes aww. I hadnt seen him for ages so it was nice, he used to be really shy but he's aright now. Anyway, in conclusion, we didnt see them at christmas so it was sort of like having christmas day again with all the presents and stuff. Pretty fun. New years eve was pretty fun too, we just stayed in and channel hopped between jools holland and them people on the boat on channel 1 and Elton John on 3. My mam was desperately running around trying to locate the party poppers before big ben stopped ringing, she got them just in time. I didnt want to go out on new years but i did feel jealous watching all the people along the Thames watching the fireworks in London.
My mam made me go outside and do the first foot. Apparently its supposed to be done by a tall dark man, but at least i fitted the bill in one area.

Right o, pasta or soup is calling, and i should have been asleep aaaages ago. Cyaa


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