Attic

When my laptop died a few weeks ago, I decided to find the restore disc and fix it that way. Only when I hunted high and low throughout the house, I could only conclude that A- my mam had thrown out the laptop box and all its important contents, or B- the only place it could possibly be now is in the attic.
So into the attic I clamoured. Our ladders are at someone else's house, so the only way to get up there was to push my mams wardrobe under the hatch, climb onto the wardrobe with the help of a kitchen stool, et voila. I'd poked my head into the attic once before, not long after we'd moved in, and I saw that it was pretty much full of junk such as empty cardboard boxes and plastic bags. Also I was scared of spiders and didn't stay there too long.

This time though, I was different- confident, nay, cocky. After about 10 minutes poking around with a broom and finding some vaguely interesting things, I thought 'fuck it', and climbed all the way in. I love our attic, its massive, I want to get it converted and have my bedroom up there. The two main reasons I was too scared to get in before were firstly, massive hairy spiders that might land on my face/head, and slight panic that the floorboards wouldn't hold my weight. That was mainly my mam scaring me though and saying you're not really meant to walk about in the attic.

So I blocked out the thought of spiders, and decided the floor would easily take my puny 7 stone weight, people must walk about in their attics all the time.

I had a fairly good mooch in there, the torch was on its last legs though, it weren't too bright so that wasn't much help. I took loads of photo's, cause the spider threat was still hanging over my head, despite how brave I was trying to be, and I thought I'd get a better look at things if I took pictures to paw over once I'd got out.

I found some ace old clothes though, not loads but they were pretty cool. So I was chuffed about that. There was a brown old leather satchel but I didn't dare move it incase there was crawlies in it. There was also, strangely, loads of pairs of old workmen style boots. A chair, a cup and saucer, a massive beam of wood, and old suitcase with the contents spilling out, loads and loads of spare wood, old staircase spindles, a few kids toys. There was a mass of junk and stuff in the centre, but I couldn't get at it.

That was as far as my bravery went. Next time I'm planning on taking some sort of spider repellent like citrus spray or something, and proper lighting, lanterns or something, or even better one of those miners torches that you wear on your head, iv always wanted to have one of those and this is the perfect excuse!

So that's my attic. Here's the clothes I found therein.

I think this might be my favourite one, you can't tell from the picture but its got cute little pockets. I'm planning on turning into a nice little strapless dress. Hopefully.

This spotty one is kind of hideous, I know, But I'm kind of having a thing recently where I really like ugly clothes. No idea what I'm gonna do with this one yet. Feel free to make suggestions.

When I first found this in the attic, it was a crumpled heap of fabric, infact it was the first one I found. I was really excited cause I thought it might be a tweed jacket, so I was a bit disappointed when it wasn't. But I like it a lot anyway, I'm hoping to turn this into a nice miniskirt.

The blue jumper I think I didn't like much at first, but I reckon will look quite cute on, I've not tried it on yet, but I might wear it tomorrow. The shirt I like too, but its really really dirty, we've only washed it once, hopefully the dirt and marks will come out after a couple more washes and it can be salvaged. I guess its kind of shapeless, but the detail around the collar and sleeves are so pretty.

Maybe this old sailor dress is my favourite find, I can't really decide. I thought it was so cool when I found it. Its ginormous obviously, though the tag reads size 12, sizes must have been different then. Anyway, its kind of huge and shapeless in general, but the addition of a belt makes it look tons better already. I have no idea how I'm going to tackle this one, maybe I'll get it made to my size professionally, maybe I'll just hack at it myself. Either way, I reckon it'll end up looking ace. Its got massive shoulder pads as well haha. I am a lucky girl.

Anyway, that'll do. Im going to the beach in the morning, well if the weather is nice. Im looking forward to it. And now im sick of writing, adios.

Back again, briefly, or maybe not

Sup.

Obviously, I'm back again. Not that I went anywhere interesting. (though in the interest of my blog I should probably say I was away travelling in space, eating my own weight in waffles and squirty cream, and volunteering at a home for Pugs)

Got the laptop fixed, I did about 1% of this myself, thanks to locating the restore disk, not sure how I managed to get it up and running, cause at the 2 hour point of trying to get it to restore I was about to give up, but then it worked. I then handed the lappy over to my computer genius friend Leon who kindly sorted out the rest (thanks a million if you're reading!) the resolution was all funny, or as I technically put it "everything has gone big?!" So yes, fixed, he even fiddled about with it so that I could stealy steal unsecured networks in my road, which is how I'm writing this here blog, because Virgin are massive bastards and keep cutting us off and not letting us leave. So its all good, I guess!

I have been staying away from looking at anything to do with Leeds festival, in order to save heartache.

Last weekend I went to Bowes Museum with my auntie, look it up if yr unfamiliar with it. Its this massive stately home place, relatively close to us. Back in the day a man called John Bowes had it built as a wedding gift to his french wife Josephine. How perfect is that? Things were so much more romantic in those days, I kind of went weak at the knees when I found that out. I hope the man I marry will build me a fucking huge stately home when he marries me.

Bowes museum is in a town called Barnard Castle, most things were shut on account of it being Easter Sunday, but there was a second hand bookshop that we went in, it had some ace books that I wanted to buy, but I, as ever, had no money left (7 fiddy to get into that museum y'know)

But its a nice little town, I reckon we'll go back soon, I hope so cause I wanna buy old cool books!

Today I went to Stuart park in Middles'bro cause there was a fair on, a very tiny fair. The animal part was cool though, loads of goats, I would quite like a little pet goat. Here's some picturez
The goats were actually kind of ignorant, they wouldn't come over to me for a stroke.

This one spent about 5 minutes scratching its ass on this post

Look at the look of satisfaction on its face haha. I also took a picture of a big cock. (fnar fnar) I've been dying to say that.

In other news, Saturday was the most beautiful day of the year so far, I reckon. It was hot and bright and sunny and the sky was dead blue. I wore a summery dress, it was lovely. Today was a bit colder unfortunately. I planted some of my sunflower seeds at my aunties, that I harvested from my sunnies last year, though I don't think yr meant to sow them till may but oh well, might as well give em a crack.

I've been playing with the macro on my digital camera recently, I just realized macro photos are ace. Here's some from when I very first had a go at them, on an apple that still had a little leaf on that I thought was cool, a fake flower in my room, and some from Saturday that I took of a daffodil.

Also on Saturday, man Saturday was a good day, I didn't realize! On Saturday I got a flower press from a charity shop. Its a bit weird cause I'm not sure it'd have entered my mind to want one before, but as soon as I seen it, its like I knew instantly that its the kind of thing that actually I would totally love. And it was only a pound! At the moment I'm just pressing a few daisies, I would love a Daff but I can't bring myself to pick one! So I'll give the daisies a week and see how they turn out. Buzzin.

Okay, before I started this, there were a lot of thoughts in my mind, but now they've all gone, I've probably forgot things I was gonna add but ah well, I can't remember.
Next time I will recount tails of my adventure into my attic, and a trip to the flea market.
Bye.

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

Hello again

Yeah I know, I left another huge gap between blogs. Bit boring lately to be honest. Going back a bit, pancake day was a success, pancakes were tasty, I haven't accidentally pulled the shower cord in the bathroom, and I'm still undecided on the fringe (more on that later).
Dentist was wonderfully unpleasant, the needle was in my mouth a hella long time. I decided to try and count how long, I got as far as 30 seconds, then I heard Fyfe Dangerfield on the radio and was nicely distracted, though it would have been miles better if Fyfe was actually at the dentist with me, holding me hand and crooning to me, but it wasn't meant to be. Oh yeah, and I drooled all over myself at the dentist too, hahah. It was pretty bad craic, I was having a root filling, and they have to put something right up the root, a little file, and then xray it to see if its in the right length, blah blah. So I had this thing poking out of my mouth at the front, and I couldn't/didn't dare close my mouth in case I knocked it or jammed it right in, thus, I couldn't swallow. For some reason, I found this whole episode more amusing than embarrassing, even though it doesn't sound it. At all. So, before the xray, there I was sitting numb in the dentist chair, staring at the ceiling and wondering really strange wonderings as for some reason I always do when I'm there, when my attention is drawn to what the hell she's doing in my mouth? It just felt like she was, I dunno, tightening something around the tooth, then after she'd been doing it a couple of minutes, I finally twigged on that she was poking something (the file) up and down the entire length of my tooth, which was fucking horrible. I mean, I couldn't actually feel it, it was just the sound, and the thought of knowing what she was doing. Ergh, it gave me the shudders. But I'm hardcore, I got over it. And that's the dentistry story done.
The job interview was lame, I got there well on time, but I had to wait about 25 minutes, which pissed me off a bit cause the same happened at the dentist. But anyway, I felt like it went fine, no hitches, BUT my interview was like, 5 minutes long, 10 at the most. And everyone else who had been in, (there was 2 other interviews going on at the same time in the same room) had been in like half an hour. So I kind of knew I was screwed, but oh well, the good old English tax payer will support me for now till I can be bothered to roll my ass out of bed one day and go to another interview.

What else was I upto in the last proper post. I finished reading the bell jar, I could probably make this next statement a lot more intricate, but I'll just say this - It was shit.
I liked it till the point she broke both her legs. And then that subject was never touched upon again? For some reason. After that it just went down hill, and the ending was gash. I had to look up online weather that actually was the ending, or if someone had ripped out the last page. Maybe its a really great book but I just didn't "get" it. But whateverr, I'll go back to reading Great Expectations, which I am now halfway through. Haven't read it since summer like.

Tonight I waxed my legs (again) I've done it a few times before, but it never really seemed to end how I expected it to. I concentrated a bit more tonight though, and hopefully I've got the hang of it now. They feel smooth, I guess I did everything right. I feel quite hardcore about it, its totally not as big a deal as a lot of girls make out, it only hurts for a second, and somehow, I kind of liked the hurt. Like, it made me feel like cause it hurt, I was definitely doing it right.

This morning I was rudely awakened by the stupid police helicopter flying right over my house, the noise from that thing is just ridiculous, I can't believe how loud it is. When its right near your house, its like having a combine harvester next to your bed, ripping everything out of your room and spewing it back at you. I thought it was about 8am, when it woke me up, but upon further inspection of my phone screen, it was actually nearly 10.45am, which really surprised me. It hovered around for a bit, being noisy, then a few minutes after it had buggered off and I had started to drift back into sleep, my alarm went off. D'oh.

I had planned to go to the library today, but it was raining outside, the greyest gloomiest wettest day you could imagine, I knew it had been raining all night, it was raining when I went to sleep. So I didn't leave the house all day.

Back to the fringe. Its been quite a while I suppose, since I got it done. Im still largely undecided, though I am starting to lean towards quite liking it. Getting it cut was a confusing experience, she kept asking me all these wierd questions that I didn't know the answers to, like how far back did I want it? I didn't know you could choose, I thought it was just a natural thing, and I didnt really know what to say, I was just being a doyle and going "err I dunno". Then she asked me the most confusing fringe question of all, cause I was just basing it on what my old fringe was like, "did you used to be able to see your forehead through your fringe?" WHAT THE FUCK?! But by this point I had already umm-ed and ahh-ed so much, I just decided to say yes, even though I had no idea what she was on about. A few hours later upon reflecting on my fringe, I realised she just meant was it thick. Why the hell didn't she just say that. Anyway. Guess it didn't make that much difference.

I really regret not buying straightners before getting it cut haha. Yeah that was a mistake. I'll have to buy some next week. I definately didn't think that through, I had forgotten that when you have a big fringe, you wake up with it pointing in many different directions, and withouth straightners its a right pain in the arse trying to sort it out. Usually it looks like this each morning -

I'll give it more time, a month or so, see how it goes (or grows) then I'll decide if im gonna grow it out again, I know it seems silly, wanting to have had it in the first place and now im already thinking about what to do with it next. I guess its just one of those things where you work it out as it goes along.

Generally, I think its okay.

Long blog, Adios from me and my fringe

Before this Tuesday slips away...

Thats riiiiiiiiiiiiight

Please take 1 minute and 48 seconds of your life to watch this clip, its proper ace. Skip to about a minute in if you get bored of the first half.

Go go go!