Thursday, August 30, 2007

Five Things

I Cannot Leave the House Without:

1. My ipod, Madison
2. My lip balm
3. My phone
4. A diary and pen
5. My wallet

On My Desk at This Moment:

1.My Zelda strategy guide
2. My memory pen
3. My laptop, Ville
4. A big notebook
5. Digital camera

You Will Find in My School Backpack

1. ipod
2. A LOT of pens
3. Diary
4. Notebook
5. Comb

Books on my bedside table:

1. 'Ironside' by Holly Black
2. 'Pretties' by Scott Westerfeld
3. 'Call of the Weird' by Louis Theroux
4. 'The Jane Austen Book Club' by Karen Joy Fowler
5. 'Fruits Basket Vol. 3'

Thursday, August 23, 2007

Tomorrow = Leeds!

It's a mere nine hours until the unholy trinity (myself, Iona and Maiden) set out for Leeds. Am I excited? You bet I am. But anyway, there'll be many tales of Leeds whence I return. TODAY was spent at Toni's crib, chilling and inadvertantly celebrating Mark, Vic and Danny doing so well in their AS levels last week.

I must confess, I love hanging out at Toni's flat. It's absolutely crazy to think that one of us has their own place. We don't have to stress about parents or making too much mess. It's awesome. Plus, Toni and Kyle's flat happens to be amazing. Seriously, it's HUGE and in walking distance from everything (i.e. Tesco). I feel so relaxed when I'm there. Toni and Kyle have really created a home for themselves. I admire them for it.

I always have fun when the six of us are together, which is a very common occurrence these days. I don't feel pressured to act like anyone but myself. Which is cool and kind of scary at the same time. I think these five people (Toni, Kyle, Vic, Mark and Dan (and Ange as well)) are the people who see me at my best. Or my realist. Is that a word? Spell checker says yes.

So anyway. Off to Leeds. Wish me good weather and happy festival-ing!

Monday, August 20, 2007

Bright Eyes

I'm not entirely certain what we're supposed to bring to the next Lit Club. The subject was too vague. "Yeah, just bring anything" - That kind of too vague. So, I've had a few ideas, and I've been writing like crazy.

But one idea, as is the norm, keeps on cropping up. Bright Eyes.

I only got into Bright Eyes last year. They were recommended to me by a good friend. He told me Bright Eyes is music you have to share. Good for fucked up people. Maybe I should have took that as an insult, but I was fucked up then. And Bright Eyes is Chicken Soup for fucked up people.

The first person I tried to share Bright Eyes with didn't understand it. And I was discouraged. Maybe it's time to try it again. Or maybe Bright Eyes has just become too personal. But I think people at Lit Club could really appreciate it. Or a couple in particular, at least.

Wednesday, August 15, 2007


This post is a little late, I know. I've been totally swamped since getting home from York and I'm pretty much swamped for the next 2 weeks. York, it was awesome.

No, really. The best week of this year by far. Going back to York felt like visiting an old close friend, nothing had changed and that's the way I like it. Vic, Ange and myself were the first ones to arrive in York on the Saturday after a fairly uneventful train journey. Thus we had the unenviable task of finding our house. Luckily, a combination of good fortune and a very kind bus driver meant we found it relatively quickly. It was nice, a fair bit smaller than last year, but perfectly adequate.

The week was awesome. Catching up with Ange was great, it felt like we'd never really been apart. It was great having Kyle there too especially since Markie and Dan seemed to get along so well with him. We drank a lot of Pimms, went through more tubes of Pringles than I thought humanly possible, ate burgers three days in a row, revisited the boats and the carousel, fed ducks, tried to learn poker and became addicted to B&J's and Donkey Konga. I finally got an amazing jacket from the surplus and I nearly fainted while we were in the dungeons.

All in all, an eventful week.