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Right. Time to dissect the bullet points then eh. I'll get round to it. My eyes feel tired, which is nice, cause i hardly got any sleep last night, i wasn't really tired and just tossed and turned all night. There was a shard of light on my ceiling from next door's kitchen when Billy got up for work at 4am. It kept going on and off. It didn't really distract me too much though, it was nice. Their kitchen is bigger than ours, and from my room and our upstairs passage window there's a good view of it. I sound like a weirdo now don't I, ha. Well anyway, it just looks nice and homely and cosy.
Anyway, less of the tangent. I will get back to the points. It feels really weird doing it like this actually, as if I'm doing homework or something. Maybe i should have jotted them down as the came into my head over a period of however long its been since i wrote a blog last. But onwards and upwards. Lets see, oh ya.



There is a red elastic band on my doorstep again, i noticed it about 2 days ago, and its still there today. I don't mind the red elastic band, but its making me really curious. Its probably just some weird fluke, maybe someone in my street works in an elastic band factory, or maybe the postman doesn't like our house and dumps his postal debris on our front. It'd be cool if it was someone putting it there deliberately though. I don't know why anyone would do that, it sounds a bit silly. But you know how people sometimes have their weird little things. Maybe its one of those. Or maybe I'm talking crap.

Next is the Frightened Rabbit gig kerfuffle. So there i was casually perusing Last.Fm, i was listening to, funnily enough, FR, and the little gig thing at the side caught my attention. Whats that you say? they're doing an acoustic tour? Proper Bo, thinks i, and I very excitedly run off to my pal google. And what do you know, they have a date in Newcastle. REJOICE thinks I. (I'm gonna stop talking like that now, its annoying) Anyway basically i can find stuff easily for the other 4 or 5 dates, but, surprise, there is no info for the gig up here. This is what happened when BSP announced their tour last year as well. We always get the shitty end of the stick, whats the fucking deal. Anyway, a few days later, after some mooching and asking questions, it turns out that they changed the date of the gig, pushed it forward or back a day, i cant remember which. So ok. And the gig is at Castle Keep. A gig in a fucking castle, how great i thought. So another few days and someone posts a link to the tickets. Nice one. Right? No, wait a minute. That's surely not right. £18.45? What the cunting fuck? Almost 20 fucking quid.
Now i know 20 squid for a band you think are fucking ace, in an actual castle, its still a bit pricey, but its in a castle! And also you get into the aftershow at the End bar with a couple of other bands. So you can overlook the price sort of.
But the thing is, the thing that OUTRAGES me, is that ALL the other dates, the price is, £9.00
Yessiree, nine English pounds, Well with the booking fee (another rant i wont get into right now) and all that bumps it up to about 11 squid, which is a very fair price for sure. The other gigs aren't in places like castles (i don't think, anyway, don't hold me to that) But yeah. Why the fuck (I'm so sorry for all the fucking, i will cut down from now on!) is this gig basically double the price of all the others? What a goddamn jip. I thought i would have been able to afford it if it'd been around 11 squid. But £20 is just ridiculous, and definitely out of my price range. Its sold out now anyway, not that i would have gone like, but yeah. So I'm gutted about that.
The other thing is as well though, TSDOLE http://www.blogger.com/www.myspace.com/tsdole are playing a gig with, wait for it, a 27 piece orchestra. In a proper theatre. Have you seen the New Theatre Royal in Portsmouth? Its stunning, its absolutely beautiful. And how much are tickets for that gig?
£4.00. That's right boys and girls, four pounds. For all of that.
My flabber is well and truly ghasted.


Moving onto food anger. I don't know whats wrong with me, maybe theres a really really fat girl trapped inside me, but iv been getting proper angry with food lately. Not at the actual food. Let me fill you in. Oh no, Craig David. HA!
I didn't know what to have for tea the other day, any my mam suggested pancakes. I thought oooh yeah i could go for some pancakes actually, good idea! So there i am, drooling away like peado in a nursery, my eyes probably glazed over, happily swimming in the daydreams of pancakes. So the idea has well and truly sank in, and i am well and truly in the mood for golden syrup and lemon juicy goodness. So i head to the kitchen, and lo, whats in the fridge, but a bottle of lemon juice. That expired about 3 years ago, that has weird brown floaty things in. Crap. We had no other lemon juice. The pancake idea had to be abolished. I was so bummed out. Then i got angry. I didn't explode or owt. But i was proper proper annoyed that i couldn't have any pancakes. I didn't want anything else to eat. I was so angry. I think anger is the feeling i hate the most, its truly horrible being angry. What's up with me! Its just a teatime snack! I was raging though.
Then on Saturday just gone, we went to the fish shop. "what shall we get?" my mam kept asking me. Now i was hungry, but i didn't know what i fancied, and i didn't really care, i was just like, "pff whatever". When my grandad was alive, i think his pet peeve was people not making their minds up. I recall him getting pissy when he asked anyone something, who didn't give him a proper answer. Because he didn't care what the answer was, he just wished they'd make up their mind and just pick something already. And i guess that trait has passed down to my mam. Which isn't good, cause a lot of the time, I'm not really interested in certain things and i just answer with "well whatever/I'm not bothered/its upto you". Like i did in the fish shop. My mam kept suggesting things, then changing her mind. So i thought, good job I'm not bothered about what to get eh. So we finally get to the front of the que, and she orders, along with the chips and curry, "Spam fritter".
I fucking hate spam, i hate it with a fiery passion. And she knows i don't like it. The taste doesn't disgust me, and i can eat it without throwing up. But it is shit isn't it? Its fucking practically bright pink to start with, and has no flavour whatsoever, apart from SALT. Most rubbish excuse for food ever. Spam bloody fritter, i ask you.
So yeah. That was my fault really for being so laid back and not giving a definitive answer. But i was still really really angry. Of all the shit things in the world to be angry over, food should definitely be low on my list, but i dunno. Why am i so angry about food? Its a mystery.

Anyway, onto nicer things. I Went for a bike ride with my mam on Friday, it was sunny and quite a nice day for a bike ride (as a chav hollered at us as we rode past) I used my aunties old bike, its too big for me, even with the seat lowered. I can just about manage though, so it wasn't too bad. We cycled down to Newport bridge and back, which is quite far really. It was nice though, seen some seals and a cormorant in the river. It took two and a half hours, which is longer than it should take to get there, but there was about 20 detours we had to take cause of stupid roadworks all over the damn place, and a trip to asda for a drink, and then traipsing about on the Newport bridge trying to figure out how to get to the other side where the ramp was. (we managed it eventually). So it was nice. But a few hours after being back home, my arse absolutely knacked me. It was like someone had kicked me in the crotch a few times. Terrible stuff. It only lasted a couple of days though, thankfully, because it was hella uncomfortable.
Bike riding is good though, i don't think I'd ridden since i was about 14. I was wobbly at first, and almost rode into a lamppost. Narrowly avoided though. And i didn't fall off or puncture my tires at any point, so i guess it was a success.

Its my mam's birthday on Thursday, and i have No money to get her anything. Though even if i did, she would say she didn't want anything. And i'd end up buying her the shit i always do, earrings, or chocolate, or perfume. So im going to make her a cake. A big, fat, chocolate cake. Yum yum yum. Though maybe i should make a normal sponge with icing, and try to make use of the bottles of food colouring from halloween. Anyway, you can't fall off with cake can you. Should be A-Ok.

Jolly good.
Well i feel like i have rambled for long enough for one post. I know i didnt fit everything in, i cant be arsed anymore to be honest.

I will finish the following next time-

The Circus, Moon, Snow, snowmen and lack thereof, Money kerfuffle, Crisp pleasantness, La Tomatina, Valentines day,Boys. And tennis of course.