2009, elves, photo's, highlights, lowlights

Well, this is prrrobably gonna be my last blog of good old 09'.
I might make another one tomorrow, daytime, still in 09'. I might not get around to it. I don't know why I get the urge to cram in as many blogs as I can at this time of year, before the new one comes in. But ok.
Christmas wasn't bad this year. I woke up at about half 9, after about half an hour of shouting from my mam. You know you're lazy when you find it hard to pull yourself out of bed on Christmas morning.
The presents I got were pretty much just the usual stuff, chocolates, hairbrushes, socks, bath sets. There was nothing I especially wanted anyway so it wasn't disappointing. The only thing I did want, was a camera, and after not getting it for my birthday in September, I took it upon myself to just buy it when I got my first couple of elf wages in. Good craic.
Here's some photo's from the big day.

That's my dog Roxy, she loves ripping open presents, in this case my tin of heroes (did you know they now do creme egg twisted in there? Ace) Anyway yeah, Roxy, we wrapped up a present especially for her, but she opened it so quick I didn't get chance to snap it.

My mam and my auntie

Me looking like an ugly moonface. Good camera skills mam.


I'm only just realizing I didn't take that many pictures on crimbo day which is kind of a shame.
I'll just give you some others from the few days before or after Christmas. It snowed which was pretty lovely, it was even more lovely that it actually laid and didn't melt and then snowed even more.

These are from the sort of park, I guess, that's at the end of my street. Its not a proper park, its just a big sort of green, with a burnt out church in the middle. The church is just a ruin now, and its got a big fence around it so you cant get in, but last year and this year they held a kind of carol service in it one night a few days before Christmas, both times iv missed it for some reason, but I did see it prepared once, they'd put loads of lights inside and it looked really beautiful.

Here's some pretty immense icicles on a building in town.

Alright, I'm thinking I should break this up with a bit of text now. I was having a proper Killers fest earlier on when I was writing this, they're my total guilty pleasure, I know you shouldn't feel that way about bands you genuinely like, but I dunno, I think most people think they're lame. But not me, I love them, and I ain't afraid to admit it. Booyah.
So.
This year went fast, really fast on reflection. But it wasn't that great. I remember this time last year saying "I can't wait for 2009, cause 2008 has been shit". But oh well. Biggest disappointments of 09 for me include

- Lack of Leeds (or any) festival

- The post office in town having a total overhaul and losing the little desk at the front, and consequently losing the amazingly hot boy that I used to sneak a peek at whenever I went past. truly disappointing.

- Halloween being a total fail

-Lack of sprouts for Christmas dinner, I love them, and we had none. Gutted.

-MJ being dead

-nikki grahame not being.

On the other hand, highlights include

-my electric blanket

- mysterious valentines roses

-Yeah yeah yeahs gig

- Summer being pretty nice, weather wise

-Finding some pretty good things in charity shops

That about does it for lights. I've come up with a couple of resolutions for new year -

-Try black pudding. Not sure it counts as a proper resolution, but its something I really want to do. Because it smells amazing, and everyone says its really nice. I've just never been able to bring myself to even contemplate eating blood. But I will concentrate on how nice it smells. Maybe I'll discover my new favourite food.

-Learn to do the splits, cause I was at work the other week when I absent mindedly started sliding my feet across the floor in opposite directions in my slippy curly elf shoes. Anyway, I got pretty far down, my fellow elf Lauren said I'd got all the way down but I'm not sure I quite managed that. But I figure if I do it often enough, stretch the muscles and that, I can probably train my legs to do it, right? I'll try anyway, its gotta be more successful than my "handstand-a-day" idea. I did do handstands each day for a few weeks, but then I just let it go. I think splits will be easier, cause it takes less energy.

-Don't feel stupid taking photo's of things in public places. That ones pretty self explanatory.

-Get around to creating my bedroom exactly how I want it

-Drink more Vimto


I think that about covers it for wall of text. I'll bombard you with more photo's now. Elf photo's. I only thought to take my camera to work on my last day, such a doyle, I should have took it on various days and got pictures with everyone else. Anyway, these ones are of me, Lauren, and Stuart.

Inside the grotto

Converse under elf shoes makes for nice warm feet

It was nearly home time, on the last day, the postbox was too tempting

Im really gonna miss being an elf. I had a really good time there. Also I discovered dressing as an elf gets you hit on quite a lot. Theres and handy hint for anyone looking for love in the new year.
I hope everyone had a good christmas

x

P.s, I forgot to add the best photo of all, I didn't get a good one cause I was in a car at the time. This is in Darlington.

Yep, someone built an igloo. That might just have been the best thing I've seen all year, its genius. It would never have crossed my mind to build an igloo, but its so much cooler (no pun intended) than a snowman. Next time it snows, im gonna attempt to make one of these.

End.

All I want for Christmas

.

is Lou...

(...is Garrel)

SHUT THE DOOR!!

When I was a kid, my first sentence was "shut the door".
But its a good sentence, I use it all the time, this is because my mam always goes out of the room and leaves the door open, Ironically (I think, I'm a bit unsure of how to use "irony" despite getting a B in English), whenever she's on the cordless phone, she never leaves the room and talks all over the T.V.

Anyway, that's pretty much all I've got on closing doors. I just find it amusing that it was my first sentence, and doors being left open, especially on cold December evenings, is of my pet peeves.

December is almost over, I've kind of neglected the ol' blog. But I'm gonna come back to it soon, in case yr interested.

Yeah Yeah Yeah's.com photo section

I have reached nirvana.

I know I should probably have celebrated my 100th blog post with something deep and meaningful or whatever, but Nick Zinner is more than worthy.
I said GodDAMN!

Hey, also, just a quick one

I'm not sure why this has popped into my head right before I'm about to go to sleep, but I decided I need to spontaneously write about it.

This is about you, roses boy. It's been many many months since Feb 14, and I still wonder who you are, are you going to tell me?
I want a letter, yeah, I think you should send me a letter, seeing as you obviously have my address. You don't have to come clean, but I guess I want to know if you'll ever tell me who you are, because I just dont knowww.
But mainly It would be amazing to get a message from you, whoever you are.

Mmmkay thats it.

Eggi-wegs

There are 159 pictures on my phone. I don't know why really. There used to be more, loads more, but I went through a few weeks ago and deleted the ones that were kind of crappy or useless. Anyway, I remembered doing this, months ago, and getting a really child like sense of fun from it, so I might as well put it in my blog.

I went to poach an egg, and when I opened the box there was a feather in it.

I thought it made the egg look like Einstein.

Thus was born Eggstein

I thought he might be lonely on his own, so I kind of made a whole eggy family

The one on the top left was supposed to be a chicken.

So yes, that kept me very amused for a little bit. I wouldn't recommend doing it though, cause it becomes quite difficult to smash an egg, once it has a little face. Not difficult enough to stop me wanting my dinner though. I proceeded to make a poached egg. I would like to declare myself poached egg queen if I might. I have never made one that broke, or was hard. They always come out perfect. How lucky am I?

So I'll probably never have a career as a food photographer, but you've gotta admit, my eggs look tasty.

Urgh

I found this on my msn homepage -



I would like to think that I wasn't the only one who's first thought upon seeing this was "I hope it's miley"

Unfortunately not, she wasn't even on the thing. I fail to see how this is news worthy. It was at the bottom of the page, but still, there are probably 756 other things that are more interesting. Anywayy.

I didn't really plan on writing anything else but seeing as I'm here I kind of feel like writing more.

Work at the grotto is going good, they're having a lot of trouble finding a Santa. Two people have gone through the interviews, landed the job, and then decided that actually they don't want it after all. Wankers, couldn't they have realized this before applying, pfff.
One of the security guy's has had to fill in twice, which was good of him cause he didn't really want to do it, and I suppose he really didn't have to. But he was a good Santa, I think its proper good of him to do it.

The Santa yesterday came an hour and 15 minutes late, because they had to call him at the last minute. Which as an elf, was alright cause it meant we just got to stand around for an hour and a bit, good job it was only a week day and we didn't have to tell that many grumpy parents that he was gonna be late. When he finally turned up, he wasn't that great a Santa really, he was good talking to the kids, but cause it was dead quite, seeing as most kids are at school, he kept taking his beard/wig/glasses/hat/gloves off between customers, which meant that when a customer did come along, we'd have to hold them off for a bit so he had time to get it all back on. Also when the grotto closed, he walked from it to the office without his beard/wig/etc. It wasn't so bad cause it was 7pm and the place was dead. But he still shouldn't have done it.

He did cause me a huge moment of amusement though, by asking a little girl if she had "been a good boy?" hahaha. Doyle. Though to be fair the kid was only about one and a half, and had dead short hair and was wearing jeans. But on the other hand, the jeans had little red polka dot turn ups. So I'll leave it up to you to decide if that was his fault. It was hella funny anyway.

I cant be bothered writing much more. I have to work Saturday (tomorrow) and the agency have asked me to work Sunday now as well which I was supposed to have off. I really don't mind though, its really good and also I guess its an extra day's wages innit. Also I'm hoping for a sighting of the top gear guys, I'm not sure what the craic is there exactly, I just know theres some sort of top gear exhibition at MIMA and they're filming something there. Blah blah. I hope they come to the grotto, but I doubt they will really.

Getting the bus to Boro tomorrow will be hectic, I had to stand all the way there today it was that busy. So its gonna be miles worse tomorrow. On the way home, I sat next to a woman with the yellowest fingers/nails I have ever seen. Her hand was flaky. Luckily I had the self restraint to not look at it much, even though it was gross as. That's smoking for you. If that's what it does to the outside, imagine how bad it is inside.

Oh god whats wrong with me, I can't stop rambling.

I'll shut up now, Adios

woo-hoo

So! Im not a jobless bum anymore! I have got a job, wahey. I start tomorrow, actually I technically start today seeing as its almost 20 past 1 in the morning (yes, I know I should have gone to bed ages ago) But it never feels like the next day, even if it is, untill you go to sleep and wake up again. Which I will be doing soon.
So anyway, the job, I am mega excited about it. Its only untill christmas eve which is a shame, but its a job I've wanted for ages, I think its the perfect one for me, and I can't belive my own good fortune that I've landed it.

Here's my new work place, it will give you a clue as to what my new job is -




In case you can't work it out, its a Santa's grotto. Yes, I am going to be an elf. I get to wear pointy shoes, bells, and possibly pointy ears. Though I haven't seen the outfit yet, I am excited about it. Also, to the right of the picture, infront of the grotto, there is a stall that sells loads of sweets, score.
Anywayy I can't think of anything more to add, except, "wooo-hooo!!"
If anyone wants to come and see me at work, Its in The Mall in Middlesbrough, and you'll probably need to bring a kid with you.

Love, part I

Iv just finished making potato and leek soup. There's 25 minutes left before the Simpson's start, so I came online. I read post secret, I found this

I'm a relative newcomer to post secret, a couple of months ago maybe. I don't obsessively read it every week, but I sometimes remember its there and I go to it. But Iv seen a few ones like this. I had one saved in my bookmarks ages ago, that I just found on google images, I saved it cause I wanted to write about it one day, but then when I went back for it, it had been taken down, and Iv never found it since, (serves me right for not saving it to my computer!) Anywayy, it was something like "I'm 70 years old, happily married with 3 beautiful children. But if the girl I dated in high school turned up at my door, I would leave with her and never turn back"

It just proper broke my heart. I see these post secret-esq things, like that one about the small town and 2 wives, and I wonder if these people only go back to their "only love" when the relationships they are in fail. Which is maybe understandable, I dunno. You break up and then your mind wanders to that one that you never really could shake off. I wonder if they just come to this conclusion once they've exhausted their old boyfriends, girlfriends, wives, husbands. I wonder if really that other person was in their minds all along, or if it just resurfaces when things start to look bad, and they wonder what could have been.
I'm not usually cynical when it comes to love, so I don't know why I'm pondering these things, I guess its my Bianca-libran side coming out, always weighing up the two sides.

Anyway, what I'm getting at is, it just seems sad and maybe unnecessary that all these loves are getting lost. I don't know how its supposed to work, I've never been in love, and I've got this really idealistic, and no doubt very naive idea of it all. Sometimes I worry that I'm gonna die young, get hit by a bus, or something, and die before I ever know what love is like. I'm a soppy motherfucker though, I really don't think that will happen, I'm completely certain that it will be just everything I expected, eventually, and I'm gonna be one of those lucky bastards who's love life is just perfect.

Right, back to the post secret, obviously I know things probably aren't that simple, the person they think was meant to be theirs all along might be married now, there's probably a hundred other things going on to stop them ever being together. Blah blah blah. But what I'm getting at is, its sad that people are in that position, that they've somehow let it get that far along the line. Why didn't they go for it at the time? Take a goddamn chance. I don't know if it really is never too late.

But anyway, In conclusion, if you love somebody, truly really just love them, just fucking go for it, maybe you can't right now, but don't leave it too late, you don't wanna be the person writing post secrets about how sad you are that you picked the wrong people, when you know who the right one was all along. You should be the one writing about how you cant believe how fucking lucky you are.

Apologies if this made anyone vom.

I now have cold knees, and fingers, and the Simpson's is almost on. Waterbottle and soup time, yeahhh

Bed man

I have long been meaning to write about Bed Man, I know there's loads of other stuff I've been meaning to write about as well, but Bed Man is probably the longest. Though I have no idea why I've not got round to it until now.

Anyway, here's the tale, oh lovely lovely Bed Man.
When I lived in my old house, at the other end of Stockton-On-Tees, there was a bed and furniture shop quite close by. You could just about see it, if you looked out of the window in the right way. The Bed shop also had a bus stop outside, and sometimes when me and my mam went to my grandads, we would get the bus from this very stop. Once or twice we would go at 9am, (ish) and Bed Man would be just arriving and taking up the shutters on the shop. He is very lovely, I don't recall the first time I saw him, or knew of him, I'm not sure if it was before the time we moved to that part of Stockton, or at the time. Either way, I soon developed a crush on him. Me having crushes on people isn't anything new or surprising, however the twist is this - he is quite old, I mean, not old by general standards but old at my standard anyway. I have no idea how old he is, I would estimate him at about 47. That's weird isn't it? Old enough to be my dad.

I once knew a girl who only went out with older guys, 47 would have been nothing new for her, but I always used to think how fucked up it was, to go out with these older guys. Anyway, that's not the point. What is the point? I don't know, but Bed Man, ahh, I don't know, I just fancy him like mad.
He's quite tall and thin, his hair is sort of grey, he wears glasses and a tweed jacket that I think has elbow patches, and brown shoes, and a shirt and tie. His hair used to be floppy, not really long, but just floppy and nice, but after a while he got it cut, which also was surprisingly nice. He just has a smart and somewhat dapper air about him. He just seems really smart all the time, smart and clean. Urgh he's beautiful.

(AND he's BED Man, he works in, possibly owns a bed shop. Bed being probably my favourite thing and place. He might by my soulmate!)

So back on track, where I used to live, I'd see him occasionally driving his strange old van around in and out of the shop. I was always excited when we went to my aunties cause the Bed shop is sort of on a corner, and on the way to my aunties we had to walk past the street where the shop backed out, where the funny van is parked. And I would always hope we'd see him.
Once, I was going to the train station with Laura, and we had to walk that way, and him and another guy were messing around there, taking a delivery from a big lorry. I can't remember if I smiled at him, I think I did but my memory fails me.
Anyway, I moved house from there, just over a year ago now.

The day we moved house, the moving van took all our stuff, and me and my mam walked here, to this house I am in right now. It was the last time (probably) I'd get to walk past the back of the store. And he was there, just stood outside, I don't remember if he was alone or with someone else, but they weren't busy, like he'd just came out for a break. So I thought to myself, "Fuck it, this is it, the last time I'm probably gonna see him, I'll smile at him". So I did, a proper smile, and made proper eye contact. He was lovely and smiled right back. My heart was a flutter, my cheeks stinging in only the way they can when you take a bit of a plunge like that, it felt like they were on fire. It was a good little moment. It was great in fact.
But a bit of a shame, that that was the day I was moving house, and I'd never really get to smile at him again. That smile moment, I always think would have been a great way to, I dunno really, smile at him more? Haha, you know what I mean though, maybe next times we seen each other after that could have led to saying Hello in passing.

Ack! Ok this is getting too serious now, lets try and bring it down yo. Hahah ahh. So I had seen him a few times since then. The weird van I keep mentioning, well its like the shop van, the delivery van, I have no idea what it is, its just like this vintage classic old-fashioned thing, its blue, and has little round windows at the back. Once I was walking home from town, and I seen him in it driving past just near where I live. Another time I was on my way to town and I seen him going past again. I would like to say he noticed me as he drove, like I noticed him as he drove past. But I'm not sure if he did or not, I think he might have but that's probably my mind playing tricks on me, or wishful thinking haha.

So, that's the Bed Man story. Or it was, until one day, one Wednesday a couple of months ago, I was walking down my street, coming home from the job centre one morning, I'm not sure what time it was exactly but it was in the 10am bracket, when I seen the van parked almost just outside my house.

My road is quite small and hidden away, opposite my house there is no other houses, just sheltered accommodation for old people. And almost right opposite my front door is the opening to the car park. The van was there, parked up right in the entrance. There was nobody in it, but I recognised it instantly. "wow" I thought, trying desperately to think of some excuse to waste time and have to stand on my doorstep. So I went inside, and spied out of the window. Nothing happened for a few minutes, so I decided to go upstairs and look out of my mams bedroom window for a better view. After a few more minutes Bed Man came out, and got in the van and drove off. But It doesn't end there!

Just as I was contemplating what the chances were of that happening, I went downstairs and for no real reason had another quick spy out of the downstairs bay window, just in time to see the van slow to a stop, stay there for a while, and then a little bit later Bed Man got out.
Turned out, the van had broke down, and was stuck outside the church at the end of my street.
If that wasn't my chance, I don't know what was.
It was like some sort of divine intervention, like something had stopped him getting out of my street, so I would get chance to somehow go out and strike up a conversation with him.

I just stood there slack jawed wondering what the hell was going on. I could see him wandering around the van, mooching and messing about with it, trying to get it to work again.
But what could I do, I couldn't very well saunter out and go up to him and start talking to him. I felt like I really should, like that very moment had been engineered especially for me. Maybe I should have. It didn't really occur to me to do that though, I mean it definitely did, and I was thinking "holy shit, what are the fucking chances, this is definitely my chance, I should do something". It was weird, if I was ever going to talk to him properly, this was certainly my moment, but I just didn't, it would have been just TOO weird of me to do that, and even thought it was amazing perfect time that I knew he was even in my street at all, I wasn't fighting back the urge to run out and talk to him. Yeah I probably should have, but I didn't have to restrain myself from doing it.

He stayed there for about 10 minutes, maybe a little less. Nothing really happened, nobody came to help him, he just messed about for a bit and got it working again, and drove off.

But I mean, was that whole thing amazing or is it just me? Usually at 10am I am either in bed, or getting ready to go out of the house. Either way, If I'd not been to the job centre that morning, I would have missed him because I was asleep, or missed him cause I was messing about brushing my teeth and getting ready. And of all the furniture places around, they chose his shop to get their furniture from. And he happened to be delivering to the place right opposite my house. And I happened to see it happen. And he happened to break down before he even got out of my road.

Shit, maybe I should have taken my chance!

Best.dream.ever

Dreamt I was kissing Louis Garrel last night.
Swooooon.

Also dreamt I had a job in a cake factory. Man, that dream was like my idea of a perfect life.

It probably doesn't even come from a pig

You know when you have a lot of things milling around in your head? That's me right now, I have a lot of things to scribble down but for some reason I don't know how to start. Maybe its cause our Internet got cut off yet again, because we didn't pay the bill, well we did, just not in time.
Anyway, I just had an ace midnight snack, it was two cold fish fingers (left over from my dinner today) with a line of red sauce down the middle, some pringles and some strawberry milkshake. Oh, also while I was preparing the snack I ate a slice of ham out of the fridge. I don't know what it is about that ham, its not even amazing uber ham, its just asda fucking smart price, its probably wholly unhealthy processed crap, it probably doesn't even come from a pig. But I can never resist picking up a slice and stuffing it into my mouth whenever I happen to be mooching in the fridge, which is quite often to be honest.
I thought it was a nice coincidence that it happened to be just a few minutes past midnight as well, when I started tucking in. Mainly I went down to refill the water bottle cause my feet were cold, but also just cause I knew the fish fingers were there. I wasn't even that hungry, but I had to eat them just because I knew. Anyway, the best bit was the pringles, they are amazing, they're the ones you get in a purple pack, In fact, this would be a good time to slot in a picture.

Ah yes, there we go. They are Italian cheese and garlic flavour, I don't know why nobody has thought of inventing garlic flavour crisps before, they are just delicious. Nobody will want to kiss you for a while afterwards, but personally I find it worth the risk, I can barely remember the last time anyone kissed me anyway, so yeah, Pringles, definately worth it.

I first discovered them last saturday at my aunties tea party she had for her neighbours birthday and to celebrate her own passing of some course or other. Anyway, I almost ate an entire bowl of these to myself. If you're lucky enough to have a Home Bargains near you, you can get them in there for 69p. I think its just pot luck with that store though, it reminds me of a carboot sale, I think every branch just has a whole host of different stock every week, regardless of the other branches.

Here is a picture of my (now sadly devoured) midnight snack.

Appetizing no? Mmmhmm.

Alright what else do I have. Quite a lot of pictures to put in here actually! Remember that tea party I mentioned? I made some meringues for it, Id only made them once before, and that was quite a while ago. I did not realise they were so big untill it was too late. I was quite buzzin though cause everyone that ate one said how lovely they were, so yes, very pleased with myself, especially considering I thought they didn't even turn out that well. But nevermind.

Pretty mighty aren't they? I made some more today, I made them smaller though cause those ones were definately too big. Oh yeah, I only made them cause one of the women who came to the teaparty, it's her birthday today I think, and she's having a party of her own at her house I think, and I was requested to make some more which was nice!

Right enough about food then. This time tomorrow I will be very drunk, but hopefully not falling down the Empire stairs. A couple of weeks ago I had a total dress binge and bought 7 dresses in the space of about 5 days, mainly this was because I went to Redcar with my mam, and Redcar has a lot of charity shops. So I dont feel bad buying 3 charity shop dresses, but then I bought one from Peacocks for £12 which I didn't feel too bad about either because £12 is a fairly good price for a dress. Also it was the first thing I've bought that was new, and not in the sale, in I cant even remember when. I also bought 2 dresses off ebay, so thats almost charity shopping. I know that leaves me one dress short, but I can't for the life of me remember what the last one was. Maybe it was only 6, im sure it was 7 though. Anyway, I'll remember soon no doubt.
Anyway, what Im getting at is, I love dresses, and tomorrow I'll finally get chance to wear the sequinney number that Iv been dying to wear ever since I bought it (for a measly £3 may I remind you again).

Its equally sequinney on the back too. Im gonna have to wear it with a belt, and do something to the sleeves, cause they're dead long, but its worth it I think. Ahhh bargains.

Alright, also what is milling about in my head, Iv saved this till last cause I think its the best. The other day I discovered Modest Mouse are doing a gig in Manchester in December, (Frightened Rabbit as support too?!) I think this seems like an opportunity too good to miss yo. Im also spurred on by the memory of going to Manchester with Laura and Kat and David last February to see the Smashing Pumpkins, we stayed for a couple of days, and went to this ace club called 42nd Street, and shopped, and ate out, and seen the gig. It was just proper bo, it was just really easy too, and it wasn't even expensive. I mean obviously its nothing to do with nostalgia, I would genuinely love to see MM and FR, and Manchester is just such a cool city.

Ahh.
Come one, who's with me bitches? We can stay in Premiere Travel Inn (I think thats where we stayed before?) Cheap as, and we can get a cheap advance train there for not much I think. Also its on like, the 13th or 16th, I can't remember which, and it'll be all christmassey and atmospheric and we can use it as an excuse to go christmas shopping! Come on! Lets do it! Who wants to join me??

YES YES YES

I didn't realise it was quite so sunny

I just clicked the change text colour button by accident, I figured I might as well have a different colour for a change. Its 8.41, I'm seeking refuge in my room from the stupid soaps my mam is watching downstairs. I'm listening to the Cure. I'm pretty sure I'm still a little bit in love with Robert Smith. I hope I see someone dressed as him on Halloween, that would be cool. Recently I re-discovered a Cure song called "Catch", It came on when I was listening to spotify (yeah lame I know) But I'd totally forgot about it, and its such a good little song, I'm really glad I found it again.
Its proper pissing down outside, I'm glad I'm inside. Rain is annoying though, I mean obviously its nice sometimes, but I just thought then, I can't remember the last time it really rained, and it made me realise that Summer is pretty much dead by now, and its probably gonna rain loads from now on.
I went to Ropner park a couple of weeks ago with Laura, it was a proper gorgeous day, we took some food and biked there. I guess we were out for a good few hours, it didn't really feel like long though, and I didn't realise it was quite so sunny, but when i got out of the bath that night, I noticed I'd got annoying suntan strap marks. They've probably gone now, they weren't

massively visible, but it was still annoying.

Yeah, I guess those days are over for another year. Shame. My mam and auntie were talking about where they would move if they won the lottery. My mam chose somewhere still in England, and I thought why would she want to stay here? I mean, we really have no reason to stay here, my grandparents are both dead now, I dunno. I don't know why, if you had loads and loads of money, you would want to stay here. I would probably miss it it a bit if I went, but I could still come back and visit a bit. The weather is so gash here, and the whole place, its basically full of scutters, urgh I dunno. I know theres loads of great bits but I don't think they outweigh the aforementioned rubbish bits y'know.

Ahh well, anyway, what else can I jibber jabber about. Its my birthday in exactly a week. I'm sort of excited, I'm definitely not dreading it. But I'll be quite sad when its over, cause I like the build up, its almost better than the birthday its self. It lasts longer at least.
Maybe I'll get a hairdryer. I don't know what I did to the old one, but I thought it was going to blow up in my face. I didn't do anything to it actually, we had had it for a good few years and I guess it just gave out. I'm sick of having wet hair quite so often now though.

Well, In other news, I have a strawberry milkshake with my name on it downstairs, and its now almost 9.10pm so that means it's now safe for me to meander downstairs and not find crap on the the Tv. In other news, I think its stopped raining.

Bye bye bye

If I could find a middle ground

Yo. Long time no blog. Quite a long time in fact, I haven't been on here in ages. Actually I don't really have any particular reason for not writing a blog, even though I do have a lot of (boring) material to blog about. A couple of weeks ago our Internet got cut off cause we didn't pay the bill, oops. Even though I could still sort of get on, thanks to whoever Belkin45 is, in dribs and drabs, its annoying to write when you could be cut off at any second, even though this auto saves every minute or so. Never mind. Haha just desperately clawing for excuses aren't I. I DON'T BLOODY HAVE ANY. Just being a lazy mofo I guess.
Anywayy, what have I got to write about. My mam woke me up at 10am today and asked if I fancied going to Redcar, so we did that. I was hoping to save save save what little money I have, but I must be easily persuaded. Better than doing nothing all day I guess. However, the downside to this was that I bought 4 dresses. I don't usually buy four dresses in four months, even though I love them. But all but one of them were from charity shops, which I guess is acceptable seeing as the most expensive one was £3.99. Anyway, I'll shut up about the dresses and save them for another post which will no doubt include pictures. Before I shut up though, I will mention the best dress of all, which I got a couple of weeks ago, from a charity shop again, but it is just so incredible, I can't wait till I get a chance to wear it. It only cost £3! And technically its not a dress, its a size 32 top. Anyway, its mainly black with loooads of bluey and green and silver sequins all over. Sounds not that nice, but the photo's will sort that out.

There is a bald cat on TV. I want to stroke one just to see what its like. It looks like a scrotum. I feel the urge to knit it a little woolly jumper, even though I can't knit cause I'm rubbish at it, and my mam gives up trying to show me how after about 3 minutes.

Uhm, anyway, on a more serious note, something happened to me today that kind of disappointed me.
I was in a Redcar charity shop with my mam, and this girl came in after us. I didn't think much of it, till we left and went into the one next door, which she also followed us into a few minutes later. I didn't actually see her face, I just sort of noticed her, she was roughly my age, maybe a little older, she was wearing, actually I have no idea what she was wearing on the top half, but on the bottom she was wearing, actually you know what fuck it, she was wearing just normal clothes I suppose, black tights, a dark blue and green tartan skirt, which was quite nice actually. She was just a bit of an Indie girl, totally normal. Then just as I was leaving the shop, I noticed that she had picked up and was looking at this sort of old lady-esq, vintage label debenhams top that I had been looking at before she came into the shop. I guess I wasn't into it enough to want to buy it, but it was pretty cool, gold and black patterned. Ohh that's why I didn't want it, I didn't like the viscosey material it was made out of.
But anyway, it just made me go "ohhh shit, Is that what I'm like?"
I don't want to be a stupid boring average indie girl. I don't want to be anything y'know, ugh it confuses my head thinking about it. When I was about 15, 16, I was a proper little mosher, wore the biggest jeans I could possibly find, proper loved the emo section of Tammy. Oh god, why am I publishing this on the Internet? No, on a serious note, what I'm getting at is, I guess I just grew out of that kind of stuff (except for listening to Blink 182) Actually I have no idea what I'm getting at, I dunno. Is this my version of an existential crisis?
Iv ran out of steam on this one now, I guess in conclusion, if I could find a middle ground between not being like everyone else, and being normal, then I would be happier. Make sense? Thought not.

I'm going to be 23 in exactly 20 days. This worries me. Maybe this is what sparked me off?! I'm not scared of another year older, I know, and feel that 23 is still proper young, even though everyone around me is a bit "wooah 23!!" I guess that's what comes from having a birthday in late September and being quite a lot of months older than everyone else in my age bracket. That's not it. What it is is, it just feels, and is, such a long time ago that I was 18, 19, and 20. I only really think of this when I think of famous people. The girl who won big brother is only 20, As if I'm 3 years older than her. Not that she's exactly famous but you know what I mean. Maybe its cause she looks older than me, I thought she was about 25. Ahh well, suck it up Bianca.

Mmm I'm pretty tired. We did a lot of walking around today. I found some ace shells on the beach, that I only just remembered, I was going to wash them when I got in, ahh well. Also we had to run for the train, it was that or wait 40 minutes for the next one. We made it in time though which was pleasant.

Blah blah, blog blog, I think this about covers it, I think I'm going to resume posting at a normal rate from now on.
P.s, If 'Anonymous boy' pays any visits to this, I wholeheartedly apologize for being a lazy procrastinating sod, and not replying to the comments! Sorry!

Adios amigo's

Sumo-Celebs

I haven't wrote a proper blog in aaages. Next time I write a proper one, I'll explain why. But for now, I've been meaning to do this for ages.

Sumo is a club in Middlesbrough, Its a pretty decent night out. They often have photographers snapping away in there, the resulting photo's are then uploaded to the Tenfeettall website (paparazzi section in case anyone was/is interested. Please note it's been called paparazzi long before gaga came around)

Anyway, remember on The Friday Night Project, they always did a section called Celebrity-Spotting? It was great fun, Here's my take on it.

Lets kick off with Josh Ashworth from Hollyoaks

Followed by some Followills, Caleb and im gonna say Jared (though maybe he could pass for Nathan)

Then lets stick with the musician theme, Travis Barker
(its hard to find a picture of this guy actually wearing a top, so I painted one on for added effect)

And another...

ahright ahr kid

Lets go back to Tv now, with the north east's very own Vince Noir

Next: Cartoons

And finally, does anyone have any TP for this guy's bunghole?

I hope none of these people come across this, Or at least if they do, I hope they find it amusing and not offensive, I wouldn't like to be beaten up next time I go to Sumo!

Ahh

Is there anything nicer than sitting on your bed listening to Edith Piaf, whilst its grey and gloomy outside? Only the lack of a sore shoulder (and maybe a big glass of mango juice) would make this moment better. Too much fun on the park roundabout.

Things I dreamt about last night

Man that was some wierd dreaming.

• Looking after Michael Jackson (putting him to bed on my sofa?!)
• Having a party at my/someone's house in the yard, trying to hide vodka
• Being a ghost and being able to walk through doors into people's houses
• Being at a massive hybrid of car boot sale/music festival
• Having a massive argument in a hotel with my parents over something I dont even remember now
• A massive funfair
• Walking through a different smaller funfair with someone, and thinking how stupid that girl was for bringing a tiny puppy to a fair

Yikes, no more chocolate for me before bed

Do moths feel pain?

There was just a fairly big one in my house, I'd opened my bedroom door to shoo out a fly that was buzzing around in my room and pissing me off before sleep. I couldn't catch it. But then I heard this strange flappy sound coming from outside, upon further investigation I spotted the moth furiously trying to escape from my landing, kept flying into the walls and stuff. I felt bad for the little (actually quite big) guy. Being manly and not scared of moths, I just tried to catch it, I had it in my hands once but it escaped. Then it landed on my forehead. Then I was struck by a moment of panic, this is my chance, what do I do now? How do I catch it?
Aha! Retreat into the bathroom, I'll have more chance of catching it there, if it flies off my face. But turn the light off, cause it'll go straight for it, I don't want him to burn to a crisp.
So I wandered around like a dickhead in the dark in my bathroom before finally pulling myself together. This was ridiculous, the moth had disembarked my face, gonna have to put light on.
Do I open the window and risk more pesky night creatures coming in? What choice do I have really?
The moth was resting on the window frame, tried to catch it again with my hands, failed. Moth flies back on my forehead.
Slowly open window, Slowly raise head towards open window, moth flies off into the night.
Success!!

In conclusion, I feel bad that he was flying into loads of stuff and just generally being flappy. I wonder if they do hurt themselves when they hit stuff?

P.s, I even managed to get the fly out of a different window.

Woooooosh!!

P.p.s, check this caterpillar out, it has spikes on top of spikes!

Hair brushed and parted

The strangest coincidence just happened to me. Iv been mooching in my room a bit this afternoon, tidy, hoovering, y'know, the usual boring shit. In the background I set my media player library to shuffle and was enjoying a selection of tunes.
Iv just had a bath, and was standing in front of le mirror, blow drying my hair. I left the music on, even though I couldn't hear it over the hair dryer, cause it doesn't really take me long.
So after just parting my hair, and taking about 1 minute to dry one side of my head, I turned off the hair dryer and picked up the hair brush to give it a quick brush through, when what line should happen to play?

"Hair brushed and parted"

Just at the very moment I was brushing my hair, and pondering about how straight my parting was.

Sine from Moz

Brief ponderings

I just this moment pondered if I should make my blogs shorter, but maybe more occasional. I keep remembering things I meant to write about from ages ago. I'll ponder some more and get back to you.
In other news, I'm going out tomorrow night for my friend Laura's birthday. Iv had about 3 nights out so far this year (shit. Not shit nights out, just shit that im 22 and its July, and I've had 3 measly nights) And what happens, I get a massive spot on my face. Fucking brilliant. I hate to be one of those people who are all "ohh yeah it could only happen to me"
but this really does make me wonder if God does actually exist, and is being a total BASTARD to me. Fucker. Sorry for all this swearing. Gah, I'm just pissed off that I NEVER get spots, I mean like hardly ever ever. But the one time I'm actually planning to go out, bang, Vesuvius decides to grow on my chin.
Also, when I went to Leeds festival, 2006, my very first Festival, Vesuvius came out again. Actually the one I've got right now isn't as bad as that one, that one was probably the biggest spot I've ever had. ROAAAR!

Fuck fuck fuck.

aaaaaand exhale.

Y'arr

Gather round ladies and gentlemen, let me tell ye a tale of um, a man I know.

There's a man who me and my mam see sometimes, walking his little dog on the grassy fields at the end of our roads. His little dog is so cute, white and fluffy and with really bright eyes, she's only a baby I think so she's always excited to see ye. She's gorgeous. Anyway, yeah, we don't know him much, or even what his name is, but he seems so nice, and he always speaks to us.
He wears long-ish shorts, and a bandanna, like a pirate type bandanna not an axl rose type. Hence my nickname of him- "The Pirate".
Anyway, it turns out he lives pretty much directly opposite us on the back of our house, we share an alley and his yard sort of backs opposite ours.

So I was sat here on my bed last night, and I noticed out of my window that an upstairs light was on in his house, then it occurred to me that I'd never actually seen that room lit up, and curiosity got the better of me (I always was a total nosey parker) And I snuck off downstairs like a burglar to get the binoculars.
I probably wouldn't have done this, but I could just make out something glistening, moving a bit, in the window. I pondered for a bit on weather he was typing at a computer, or having a wank. So yeah, the moving really got the better of me, and after about a minute or so of spying, I figured out that what I was looking at was actually the neck and top part of a bass (guitar not fish).
I wonder why he was playing so late at night though, it was probably around half 12. Maybe he just took up bass, or maybe he broke up with his wife/girlfriend.
I had a bit of a nosey tonight, his sitting room looks cool, I could see the Tv, he was watching family guy.
So there you go, a nice, piratey, bass playing, family guy, pet loving dude. I really really like him, I really hope he's single, cause I would proper love it if him and my mam got together, It'd be proper good.
I don't think I've ever really tried match making anyone. If anyone has any tips, let me know.

Also I'd be grateful if nobody reported me to the police for being a spy.
Spanks

Tv, ladybirds

So, its Sunday night, I'm watching Glasto highlights on TV, they're showing black eyed peas. I cant even describe how much this band disgust me, and I really don't want to be an Oasis style "what the fuck is Jay-Z doing headlining glasto" snob, but seriously. They're not even one of those bands that you'd think, "well I know they're a bit poo, but fuck it we're at a festival, it might be fun to watch them". Plus you've got the risk of that girl pissing herself on stage.
Also I just realised they are singing "lets get it started, lets get retarded in here". I'm not normally the kind of girl who gets offended, by anything. But I do find that really offensive, actually, fucking scrap that, I just find this band as a whole offensive. Absolute gash. I hope as some sort of karma this guy gets a brain injury. Then again, he's already a retard.

(Incidentally, more on karma later)

Urgh anyway. Bon Iver later will more than make up for that shit. Also, isn't Rolf Harris supposed to be have been doing glasto? I haven't seen hide nor hair of him all weekend. Silly BBC coverage.
Also, they keep showing interviews and segments on VV Brown (wonder if she's any relation...)
I haven't heard her music so I wont comment on that. But she does seem like a really nice person and I quite like her personality.
But I want to rip that horrible fucking fringe right off her head.

Anyway, back to karma, I was in my yard the other day, I cant remember what day to be precise, but that doesn't matter. I was just sitting and something caught my eye, at the time my mam was stood in the yard too messing around with some clothes (for some reason, dunno what she was doing) when I seen something in the corner of my eye.
"Ladybird" my mam exclaimed. I thought it was something she'd dropped, or had fell off the top she had hold of, so I checked it out, it'd landed right near where I was sat anyway. It was sort of semi trapped in a spiders web, more of a cobweb really. It wasn't totally trapped or anything like, but as soon as it landed a spider came running out, it was only a little bigger than the lady bird, but it still crawled over to/onto it. With ninja like speed and reactions, I jumped up to the rescue. The spider went away on its own volition anyway, not sure why, maybe because the ladybird was way to big for it to eat. So I plucked the little ladybird out and tried to brush off the spider web, I put it in the plant pot with my sunflowers, and then after a while it just flew off over the garden wall.
And it made me think, its probably karma for killing that Peabody spider the other week. I still feel sad about it, but I feel glad to have saved the ladybird. My inner peace is restored.
All is good with the world.

Dude karma

What?

Karma, Karma

Oh I get it

I have an urge

an urge to PARTY!

Only joking. I have a proper urge to play on a 2p machine, I'm genuinely itchy to play one, if I had one right now I think I would be on it for hours.
I know I still haven't wrote about going to Scarborough yet (I will soon!) But when we were there, we only got chance to go in ONE arcade, and even then we were only in it for, I dunno, less than 10 minutes. And even though I won a dice-key fob which was exciting (even though its kind of shitty and wasn't exactly worth a pound) It just wasn't enough. Like eating a spoon full of delicious chocolate cake, but not being able to have any more. I'm unfulfilled dammit!
I just googled for one, but I gave up after about four minutes. There's so many different names for them, its frustrating. Penny pushers, pushers, coin falls, 2pence machines, full sized arcade pushers, Gah.

Sigh. One day, one day I will own one, a proper one, and I will keep it in my front room. Ha!

Its a nice day

I pulled the wires down and out, Im writing this from my back yard sitting on a nice comfy sun lounger thing. Im wearing an old shirt that belonged to my nana, and some cutoff shorts. I hope summer is nice enough to wear these kinds of clothes more often. I like Isaac Brock's lisp. I think its cute. I think there is something wrong with my sunflowers, I dont think they're dying but the leaves look a bit... infected.
Roxy just came into the yard, she has drips of milk in her... doggy beard? Its funny, I dont know any other dogs that like milk.
Earlier on there was a fluffy fairy floating around infront of the screen, it seemed to be just staying here for ages, then I followed it with my eyes as it finally floated off and noticed a skyscraper flying overhead. It was as if the fairy wanted to show me it.
My mam is making toast, it doesn't smell very nice.
There is a nice breeze.

Im inspired by postsecret.

I killed a spider today.

I felt a little guilty at the time, but just typing out that title, the guilt hit me properly. It was a pea-body, the variety of spider I hate the most, but s/he didn't deserve to die I guess.
I've been growing sunflowers see, and I think they're going to turn out to be pretty beautiful, however when I moved them into a bigger pot as they grew, the stupid pots I used didn't have any holes in the bottom, and being the novice gardener that I am, I didn't think to check this before adding a load of compost and the sunnies. And seeing as its been raining fucking loads recently, it just got really waterlogged and the leaves on the bottom started turning yellow, so I googled it and sure enough its because its been over-watered. Anyway, when I first planted them, I ran out of compost and it was only about two 3rd's full. So I got some more the other day, and this afternoon I replaced the rubbish soggy stuff with the nice fresh stuff. This also gave me chance to try to put some holes in the bottom of the pot. So I did that. Then when I was about to pour the compost back in again, something tiny caught my eye in the little bit of soggy compost that was left in the bottom of the pot. I must have really good eye sight, I don't know how I even noticed it, but just as I was about to start pouring, I seen a tiny thing moving, it was about as wide as a hair, but it was moving, I was pretty intrigued so I dug around (gently) a bit and there was this little pea-body (not as horrible as the full size ones, but I still didn't want to go near it). I dunno if it was proper trapped, but the little wispy thing I'd noticed was one of its little legs, waving back and forth as if to say "I'm stuck under here, help". Like I imagine an avalanche victim would when trapped under a lot of snow.

So I tried to poke it out with a garden cane, this didn't really help, just sort of moved the sloppy mud about, so i got impatient and just sort of scooped it out with a spoon that I'd been using ages ago in the yard for other various gardening efforts. I could have put it down gently, and made sure it was ok, but I was getting really impatient at this point, I'd already knocked two pea body's off the pot when it was upturned when I was trying to put the holes in, and they were annoying me. I just sort of slopped the globule of wet muddy on the floor and then got on with the job at hand. I figured spiders are pretty hardy (even though pea body spiders are wispy as fuck) and that it'd be ok, and hey, at least I tried to get it out right, that's better than burying it with heavy soil right? But a bit later when I'd finished, I went to check and It was still there, lying motionless I think.

So yes, upon reflection, I do feel really guilty. I'll double check tomorrow but I'm pretty sure it did die. And i know "it was only a spider", and I don't even like them, but aw, poor thing.
I'm such a tool I know, but I just can't kill anything, even if there's a giant spider in the house, I'm scared as hell of it, but its always left to me to get it out, cause my mam would just kill it if I didn't.
When I was a kid, I would go around the fences in my garden, and If i seen any flies in spider webs that were still moving, I would pick them out and try to rescue them. Maybe I should become a Buddhist.

Ok, spider homicide aside (see what I did there), what else do I have to say. Naaawt really.
Interesting results from my last poll. The comments were my friend messing around, but she said she only voted once. For the longest time it just had one vote for Yes, which was intriguing. Its all pretty stupid though, It might not have even been by who ever it was, I'll never really know will I. Well, nevermind, no point dwelling on it I suppose.
I went to Scarborough with my mam and auntie and their friend on Tuesday, it was mostly pretty nice but with a couple of large chunks of not so nice chucked in. I'll write about that in a different blog though cause this one is pretty long already. I got a proper mint hat.

I want something to eat, I'm not even hungry though, I'm just being a greedy twat, I probably wont cave cause I've already brushed my teeth, But I could just go for some, I dunno what I want actually, something sweet, Flapjacks maybe. I bought golden syrup the other day cause I made american style fat pancakes, they turned out ok but took ages to make. Anyway yeah, maybe I'l go to town tomorrow and buy rolled oats and indeed make flapjacks.

Good

P.S, I found this on Ebay the other day, I think its even worse than the squirrels.

*shudder*