Bang

That is the sound of many blood vessels in my brain simultaneously exploding.
So, in other news I'm a massive doyle and broke my laptop. I don't know quite what I did, just that I clicked some things I shouldn't have (messed up the settings basically) and now it hates me. So yeah, anyway, I'm out of the loop, its been a while, I'm sat on a library PC, ha.
In conclusion, I just remembered that the end of March the time when Leeds fest lineup is announced and the tickets sell out almost straight away. So I just remembered all that 'cuz I seen people talking about it on facebook (ergh, I hate talking about facebook in my blog, it makes me feel lame) So I googled it, and then my brain vessels popped.
I didn't think I would be so bothered about it, but that was before I found out Modest Mouse are playing, and now it feels like my body is turning inside out at the mere prospect of missing them.
My best friend, (and I don't have many friends!) has moved to an island off the coast of Cornwall, she got an amazing job on basically a tropical island health spa where rich people go. So aside from me being incredibly jealous of her, She's gone until November meaning I have nodbody to do fun things with any more. Including going to Leeds festival. Ohh Modest Mouse, why did I have to discover you? Is musical ignorance bliss? Goddamn it.
Also I found Arcade Fire are playing. My friend told me a few weeks ago that he'd heard rumours that they'd be playing, and I jokingly said that if that was true, I would sell my spleen and go to Leeds alone. Maybe I should follow through on that?! I seen the 'fire at Leeds when they played before, it was pretty much my highlight, (a combo of headliners being them, Interpol and Smashing Pumpkins. If I were a boy, I would have had a serious boner over that) I remember how excited I was to see them, and it was ace. Ahhh. Poop.
So yeah, in conclusion, I dont know what the conclusion is. I want to go to leeds and see modest mouse and arcade fire. I swear if the add Bon Iver, I will explode. And quite possibly sell my soul to the devil to fund a solo trip there.
Urgh anyway, I needed to get the mixture of extreme excitement and extreme disappointment out of my system. So im done. Its a gloomy day outside, its only 11am and the library computer keeps telling me I have 30 minutes left.
Time to go home and, I dunno, eat some Ice cream to make me feel better, and then hibernate in bed until September.
Yep.
Adios

Wiggle your big toe

How good is Kill Bill?!

P.s, I haven't seen the second one, so no spoilers please!

Shopping and robins

Yo yo yo.

I keep thinking of things I should write about lately, but now I'm here, I seem to have forgotten all of them. The sound of whistling has just floated up the stairs and into my bedroom. Our kettle broke the other day, so my mam has retrieved one of them old fashioned ones from my grandads, that you boil on the hob and it whistles to let you know when its done. I thought it was quite cute at first, but yesterday I needed to make gravy, and it was taking fucking ages to boil and I got impatient and took it off the oven when I thought it was done, only to find it wasn't that hot at all, even though it looked it when I looked in the top. Anyway, in conclusion, I took for granted having a modern, speedy kettle. And I miss it, cause I darent make a hot water bottle with the water from the hob-kettle, cause my mam said its hotter than the usual way. Gutted.

So seeing as I cant remember the no doubt highly interesting and witty things I could have wrote about in here, I'll just spam this post with pictures from a charity shopping spree I had on Monday in Darlington with my mam. Darlo is nice, I seen a hot busker and it made me realise, I've never seen a hot busker before. The one in Stockton has a proper nasal voice and looks like (and probably is actually) a drug addict.
Right...


Little dress, £2.25

Topshop skirt, £3.00

Coat from topshop too, £4.99. This would have been expensive first hand (as would the skirt actually)

Nice belt, 99p

And I got this very small picture, it was only 50p. The dream is to fill my walls with as many little pictures in frames as I can (cheaply) find.

After this, I kind of got the shopping bug and kept on buying things. I reasoned the things were quite cheap, and I wasn't buying tons so it wasn't so bad. Here's some stuff I bought that wasn't from a charity shop. (It does happen occasionally)

^ From Primark, I'm not really planning on wearing them any time soon, I just thought they'd be nice for wearing with dresses on summer days

Lastly I bought this today, I didn't plan on spending my leftover fiver but my mam made me go with her into H&M today to find something she needed, and I ended up with my face in the sale rail. I only really bought it cause it was half price (I had to get my mam to lend me 2 quid) and I had been eyeballing this skirt in a different colour for a long time, and I realised that I'm probably never gonna find it in the nice colour I wanted so should settle for this, seeing as it was in the sale and was the only one there and it happened to be my size.

Alright, I feel dead superficial now I've done all that. Too much fashion and not enough nice stuff. While I was waiting for the train the other day with my mam, I spotted a little robin flitting about on the chain link fence across the tracks. It always makes me feel nice when I see robins.
This taking-camera-everywhere-incase-I-see-something-good thing is working out nicely.

Right, that's all I can be bothered faffing about with now. Blogger is pissing me off cause every time you upload a photo it moves all your stuff around, and then when you try to move it back, it deletes your pictures. That about covers it anyway. I'm going to go and watch black books, mainly cause I only just started watching it, and partly because I am a little bit in love with Dylan Moran.

Adios