Deep shiz

And probably other things that I can't think of for a title right now.
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I was walking along the street today, and for some reason I started thinking about the universe. I didn't happen upon any revelations. Just the same one that always strikes me, and then terrifies me.
I thought, as I usually do when thinking about the universe, how much it makes it makes my brain crash completely at the thought of nothingness. I mean, if there was no life, no space, no planets, nowt. What would be here? Is there really such thing as nothing? Haha arghgh. I find it proper mental (sorry I cant think of a more eloquent way of putting it!) that we're even here at all. Weather its god or science, though, we are. Somehow. Mad. I guess in conclusion, the thought that I'm, we're, here at all, I cannot compute. Scary scary. And now I'm gonna throw all this into the back of my brain for another few months when the whole thing will repeat its self. And just to throw it in there, I don't believe in god, or any religion and I'm sorry to say that I think the whole sorry lot is a fucking load of bollocks. This sums it up pretty nicely I think -

Anyway. It's been a while since it made an appearance, but let me introduce you to my fringe.
For no real reason I've not had it out for a while, ages actually really. Not sure why, guess I just got used to sweeping it to the side all those years, and I like having a side slick of hair. But I remembered how much I wanted a fringe before I got it put back in, and thought I should probably make use of it again. I like (usually) how I can have it at the moment, like I can have it at the side and you cant tell that under there is a real fringe, and I like being able to whop it out whenever I fancy a fringe day. I've become really good at cutting it very straight. But seeing as I've had it hidden for so long, like a month, its became really long and straggly, and somehow longer at one side and quite wonky. I was gonna cut it last night when I realised how messy it had gotten, but then I thought actually I quite like having it so long, a long fringe is quite nice, even if it makes me feel like the Dulux dog. I don't think I can handle it for too long cause it does itch your eyes somewhat. And I definitely need to make it at least even. But yeah, for now, messy fringe is go!

I realised today, after not ticking off the days on my calendar for about 4 days, how close it is to the end of the month. June has gone far too fast for my liking. I always considered June and July to be the two sunny months. And the first one has gone fast. But I suppose you could say that for this year in general.
I bought my first bikini the other day as well. How in the hell have I managed to get to 23 and never had a bikini before? (probably the same reason I've managed to get to 23 and never had a game of spin the bottle, I feel like part of my life is incomplete due to my lack of bottle spinning games!)Its just inexplicable. Of course I had them as a kid, but that's different. I guess its through never having had a holiday since I was about 9, and never having gone swimming since I was in primary school. Bit of a disgrace really. But my auntie was on about going swimming last week, so maybe I can take that up soon. Having a bit of a dilemma as to swimming pool fashion etiquette though. Do girls wear bikini's at public pools? If anyone knows, let me know please. Though to be honest, when I was buying the 'kini I was only really thinking of its uses in regards to beach trips and sun bathing in my yard (detatchable straps, no tan lines for me). So I guess it'll at least do for those things. I need to get some new bottoms as well, cause for some reason even though they came as a set, and they're properly labeled, the bottoms are far too big for me, and I don't wanna have a Mr Bean swimming pool moment thankyouverymuch. I'm not complaining though, they were a Primark special, I thought they were only gonna be a fiver, but when I got to the till she charged me three pounds, bonusss.

I am a sucker for anything heart shaped. Especially in relation to clothes and fashion, but in life in general too.

well I think that about covers it, I cant think of anything else to add, except these two snippets. I watched some Glasto on Tv this year. Micheal Eavis is just the cutest thing I've ever seen, he's even cuter than kittens. I just wanna give him a massive hug. I'm a bit in love with him, in a completely non sexual way I hasten to add, because that would be too wierd even for me. Maybe its cause he looks like a gnome, but that can't be it cause gnomes are quite creepy. I still wanna squeeze him though. My heart nearly melted when he started singing happy birthday with the wondermeister. Aww!

Speaking of the wondermeister, how incredible was Stevie Wonder? Proper immense, I never thought he'd be quite so mint, even though he is a legend and all that. What a guy though, what an amazing performance.

Yaa anyway. blog complete. Over and out.

John

On Wednesday afternoon I went out and about in Stockton town. It was kind of impromptu, it was originally supposed to just be me and my auntie and my mam going out for dinner, because my auntie had the day off work and my mam finished at 12. So we had dinner, then decided to go to the pub afterwards. In the pub beer garden, my auntie pointed out this couple, about 60, having their dinner near us.

Once a month my auntie and her friend go around a few pubs in town for an afternoon of drinking. So she recognised these two characters. She said they usually have their dinners and then go around a few pubs and partake in a little karaoke.

A bit later we moved pubs, a grotty little one hidden behind Stockton high street. I heard the worst butchering of any song ever, he was attempting to do Run by Snow Patrol. Imagine the club singer round off Shooting Stars, only 5 times worse. He was miles behind the tune, but occasionally sang a few lines really fast. Amusing, but very very terrible. (incidentally though, he was a dead nice guy)

After we'd gotten bored of that pub, we decided to go to one last place. It was, scummy, to be honest. But the atmosphere was pretty good, even if I was terrified of looking any of the patrons in the eye for too long for fear of a kicking. But, karaoke was in full swing. Unfortunately Snow Patrol man had arrived here a while before us, and subjected us to another rendition. Generally it was fun though.

And here I meet John. He was singing as we were sitting down with our drinks. Bad bad Leroy Brown. (baddest man in the whole damn town). Turned out him and his wife were sitting right next to us. The couple my auntie had pointed out to us earlier.
I think he's the coolest person I've ever seen in Stockton. My auntie had told us all these things about him, which I was lucky enough to witness.

First she told us he was good on Karaoke, as was his missus. And he was. But better than that, he smoked a pipe. Sure enough, after a while, out came the pipe. Then he cleaned it with a pipe cleaner. Now, I know this makes me sound totally stupid, but over the course of my 23 years, it had never occurred to me that pipe cleaners actually had a purpose, nevermind one so obvious as actually cleaning pipes. Obviously pipe cleaners aren't one of those things you really spend a lot of time pondering. But seeing as I'd only ever seen them in the crafty upstairs section of Boyes, occasionally in art classes, and that time I wore loads in my hair for the year 10 fashion show. Anyway, pipe cleaner revelation aside, John was sat right right next to me. He had suave hair, which every so often he would comb, with a comb whipped out of his suit jacket pocket. He was also wearing pretty sweet boots which I can't really describe, except to say they were like cuban heels but loads loads cooler.
My auntie had also told me that he every so often, would make a weird motion, like wiping his nose on the back of his hand - taking snuff. I had no idea that stuff was still even around.
Bang on target, out comes the snuff. I sit in awe. I hope against hope that my aunties last prediction comes true, because its the coolest one, a monocle. But it never came out. Disappointing. I wanted to know if anyone apart from Patrick Moore can pull it off. Even more disappointing though, was that I got a sneaky look at what he wrote down for his next karaoke song. And I thought, KNEW, it was going to be beautiful to see him sing it. I told my mam and auntie that he was going to sing a mint song, but said they had to wait and see what it was. But there was a massive que for karaoke, and eventually we had to leave. Our dog hadn't been fed for a while and she'd been home alone for a few hours so we needed to get back to walk and feed her and all that.

So that's the story of John. I hope we get to do it again soon, it was quite a fun afternoon. What a cool guy.

And the song he was gonna do for karaoke?

I've got a brand new combine harvester

Fantastic.





(auntie left, mam right. camera on self timer on upside down glass)

Salutations

A blog about books, curly hair, gardening and a few other miscellaneous things.

Firstly though, I have (somehow!) gained 6 followers on here. I just wanted to say thanks really! I know its just a blog, but it means a lot to me. And before this turns into an Oscars speech, furthermore I would like to apologise to anyone who commented on my last post, because I am a lazy shit and haven't replied yet. From now on, I will respond with haste.

Anyway, back to the business at hand! I don't know why I keep leaving massive gaps between blogs lately, but I'm gonna try and not do that any more. Writing a blog, I find anyway, for me is like writing a diary entry. There's usually only a small window where I feel like doing it, and I do feel quite strongly like doing it. But also usually I miss the window cause I'm always farting about doing other pointless things and then a few minutes later I don't wanna write anymore. But anyway, here I am, I wanted to write tonight. Cause its been so long, there's a lot of pictures I wanted to include. But anyone who's on blogger will know how much of a massive pain in the arse it is, the picture system on here. For some reason, it likes to mess up what you've written, leave big gaps, and generally be impossible to move your picture around. So this time, I'm not putting up with that. All the pictures from the following post will be at the bottom of this no doubt huge wall of text. This is why I need to blog more frequently, so I don't have a massive build up of pictures I wanna post! But this is a one off, next time will be normal.

Hay fever is kicking my ass today, well tonight, it kicked my ass all yesterday, now its night time and its still kicking my ass, and its looking like its going to kick my ass again tomorrow. Urgh, anyway, I guess I should write about all the pictures I've just uploaded.

First off, here's some pictures from the derelict church I was on about in my last post. I had a wander down and it was really cool. Quite busy as well, for some reason I thought I'd be the only one there! It was smaller than I expected, it was obviously totally bare so there wasn't really much to photograph. But who knows when I'll get to go in again, so I made the most of it. I would really like it if it was still a functioning church, or at least had more to it. But it was still quite good.

Yesterday I went to my grandads house for a few hours with my mam to do the gardening. I don't know how much I've wrote about this on here, but basically when my grandad died about 2 years ago, he didn't leave a will and his house has been up for sale pretty much ever since. Its empty, nobody wants to buy it. The garden was getting overgrown as, so yeah, hence we tidied it. Gardening sucks. Too many spiders for my liking. And it takes ages. But theres a few little delights in my grandads yarden. Last year we discovered strawberries growing in there. Absolutely no idea where they came from, either from next door or a bird dropping a seed. Unfortunately by the time we found out about them, the slugs had had a nice feast and we never got to taste any. This time though, we took all the weeds from around it, and they're getting good sunlight. The slugs are clever and are probably waiting for them to ripen up before digging in. Gonna make sure we get in there first this year though. I'll google for ways to keep the bastards off. Other garden delights were lots of snails (I know they probably eat plants too, but there is just something friendly about them) and a little green caterpillar I found.

On the topic of fruit, I had a bit of a health kick the other week and bought loads from the market. Apples, plums, a watermelon, a pineapple, and cherries. Cherries are delicious, and I can tie knots in the stalks using my tongue. A good party trick, but one that I've only just realised, I have never performed at a party. But is something I'm strangely proud of. I have a vivid memory of when I learnt it. I spent about a week trying to teach myself using a little length of elastic I had butchered from a bobble. I was probably about 16, and was walking around on a lovely sunny evening with my friends when I suddenly realised I had done it. Anyway, this isn't about that.

On the topic of food, I went for an Indian with my mam and auntie the other week. It was delicious. I manged to accidentally make my hair curly which was a nice surprise. Why does hair always turn out better when you don't put any effort into it? Anyway, it was from having my hair up in a bun while I had a shower a few hours before. It got a bit damp but I forgot about it, and when I took it down, it was all wavy curly.

I was sat in my yard this afternoon when I looked up and noticed these two planes. Normally that's something I would notice, but this crept up on me. Good job I knew where my camera was. Chem trails are nice.

I know I've only mentioned this once in my blog, but I did some paper cuttings recently. I didn't do any for ages cause I'm lazy, but I always wanted to, and the other night I got round to doing one. I got the template off the Internet, so I don't really feel like I've actually created anything, but it was still enjoyable to do. I'll have to make my own template, and cut that out, before I really can consider any of these to be my own work.

If I've calculated this correctly, this only leaves me with the topic of books. I'm only just realising how good books are. Some pictures of books are of course below. The tie book I came across in Stockton library and I thought it was significant because I think it might just be the most boring book ever written. The Holme House one I thought should be included cause it amused me, though I don't recall what it was even about. (If anyone is confused about Holme House, its the local prison)
The Picnic, is a book I got from a charity shop last week. I don't know why it stood out so much to me, I think it was the french-esq authors name, and the fact that it just looked pretty old and shabby. But the nice writing inside probably cinched it. I like getting little insights like that, I guess books are a good place to find them. The person who used to own this book was called Maurice Wedgewood. And the note at the bottom reads "best wishes for xmas + new year 1947. Roy". 1947 doesn't seem that long ago, but then I realise, this book is older than me. Loads older than me. No doubt Maurice and Roy are long gone, but I like to imagine where it came from. It was probably sat in Maurice's house for years, until he died and his house got cleared and the book sent to Oxfam. Maybe. I'll never know. Anyway, the book smells good. And the first story I read from it was quite weird. Which I like.
Also on a last interesting note, when I was browsing the bookshelf, I picked up another book that I thought looked interesting based on the spine. When I picked it up I seen that it was also a book that belonged to Maurice. I didn't get it, cause the contents didn't really interest me. But I thought it was a good little coincidence that I picked it up. Like I had some strange connection to Maurice based on our book taste. I'm a little sad that I'll never meet or know even the first thing about Maurice. I hope he was a cool guy. He could have been a miserable old sod for all I know, but nah, I dunno, I don't think he was. (also, how slow am I?! I only just realised the Moss/Roy/IT crowd connection. Haha!)
Anyway, yakkety yack. Its late, I'm gonna shut up now. Enjoy the pictures!

(P.s, note the tights. £2 from primark. I now have more tights than I know what to do with, they take up a whole drawer in my wardrobe and they're still packed in like sardines. But these are probably my favourite. White tights, and love hearts. Two of my favourite things combined. Schwing.)