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[Nov. 13th, 2005|01:21 am] |
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| [ | music |
| | Thea Gilmore - This Girl Is Taking Bets | ] |
Boom.
Hello strangers.
It's my birthday tomorrow, rah!
Danni's party was cool.
That is all.
I'm off to do some work. Yes it is 2am but that all adds to the fun. Speak laterz. x |
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| Yes, Sir... |
[Dec. 19th, 2004|09:19 pm] |
...I can boogie- if you play a certain song.
Memories of last night:
- Thumb-wars in @d2.
- Holly trying to blow something off the table but blowing the contents of the nearby ashtray onto me.
- Gay dancing. *insert jazz hands, 'big fish, little fish, cardboard box' and rave hand gestures*
- Taking too much stuff and having to make a pile on the dancefloor and dance around it.
- DOLLY PARTON (x 2)
- Random butchie talking about how ace Converse are.
- Walking through the square, seeing Kizzy and running at her.
- Kizzy running away.
- Manky sidekicks. blue ones and red.
- Kizzy texting 6 times in the space of 2 minutes to say she was on her way and that we weren't allowed to move. Still not there 20 minutes later it turned out she was still at a bar.
- Being fiendishly ID'd at Roebuck and resorting to going to the proper Wetherspoons which is blatantly piss-poor in comparison.
- The incident concerning the mixing of lemonade&vodka with Coke&vodka...
- Random college guy in @d2. <3 "That guy just wanked at me!"
- Kizzy repeatedly lifting me up against my will to try and steal a mahooosive sun hanging from NG1 ceiling.
- Flashing shoes at random butchie in NG1.
- "HOORAY FOR GAY FAY!"/monkey girl
- Random woman that Kizzy knew deciding to wear a luminous builder's vest instead of her top.
- Sharing one shag-tag with two people.
- cary-topless-gay-but-straightlooking-man-from-@d2-with-funky-pants-who-said-holly-had-nice-hair being in NG1 too and trying to stick his tongue down my throat after I gave him a light and Kizzy finding it wholly amusing.
- Somehow gaining a pack of matches.
- Falling through a door into a secret room and Kizzy pushing the shopping trolley we found down a set of hidden stairs.
- Pouting when the DJ played Green Day and Linkin Park.
- Screaming when he played Le Tigre, Tori Amos, Morissey and The Smiths.
- Everyone else screaming when Placebo came on.
- "I'VE GOT SOMETHING TO PUT IN YOU!" At the gay bar.
- Meeting Dave who recognised me from Faceparty.
- Meeting the Ikea posse who happened to be with Dave.
- Kizzy telling Matt of the Ikea posse that she loved him after having been in his presence for no more than a minute.
- Seeing the-guy-that-I-don't-know-but-who-knows-me lots of times and hugging him each time.
- Seeing Simon's aunty!!
- Seeing Matt but him not seeing me.
- Seeing a guy drop a record on the pavement and Kiz having to be restrained from stamping on it.
- Kiz repeatedly yelling "HAPPY CHRISTMAS AND NEW YEAR!!!!" at anyone walking by.
- Kiz trying to steal another hat (no riot caused this time).
- Kiz having a pie and chips with curry sauce on top(?!).
- Kiz making friends with a woman called Kendra... and her mis-hearing me and thinking I said she had a 'puffy' name.
- Kiz bursting all the balloons released in NG1 in search of the ticket for a free bottle of vodka... only to pick up a random piece of leaflet off the floor and handing that in instead and somehow getting a free Embrace CD.
CONAL AND RACHAELFACE. I hope you are sorry for not coming now. fiends. |
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| (no subject) |
[Nov. 7th, 2004|11:57 pm] |
Hey, you're Bikini Kill Kathleen Hanna
Everyone love you...except Courtney Love. You are
unafraid of attacking stereotypes and as cheesy
as it sounds...you just want to rock. But you
want to tell the world what's wrong with it
too.
Which Kathleen Hanna Are You?
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[Nov. 2nd, 2004|08:29 pm] |
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I like tummy flips... (: |
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[Oct. 30th, 2004|04:13 pm] |
I dedicate this entry to Laura. For I am listening to the Scissor Sisters and the image of you dancing on the podium to 'Laura' last night shall forever be remembered fondly.
I love you. |
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| This photo still makes me laugh. |
[Oct. 18th, 2004|02:34 am] |
This is the kind of constructive activity we did partake in at Manchester Pride. It was most amusing. Until I lost. |
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[Oct. 17th, 2004|12:46 am] |
HOORAY FOR OLD MAN PULLING!
That is all.
:) |
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| Sincere apologies... |
[Oct. 4th, 2004|10:13 pm] |
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It has just been brought to my attention that I in fact have been (very stupidly) using the term "hermitdom" when I really mean "hermitism". For this I must apologise. Laurenski, I miss thee. |
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| A mad girl's love song... |
[Sep. 28th, 2004|06:14 pm] |
By Sylvia Plath...
"I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I lift my lids and all is born again.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)
The stars go waltzing out in blue and red,
And arbitrary blackness gallops in:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed
And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)
God topples from the sky, hell's fires fade:
Exit seraphim and Satan's men:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
I fancied you'd return the way you said,
But I grow old and I forget your name.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)
I should have loved a thunderbird instead;
At least when spring comes they roar back again.
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)" |
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| Soliloquy of the Solipsist. |
[Sep. 15th, 2004|12:37 am] |
| [ | mood |
| |  apathetic | ] |
"I
I walk alone;
The midnight street
Spins itself from under my feet;
When my eyes shut
These dreaming houses all snuff out;
Through a whim of mine
Over gables the moon's celestial onion
Hangs high.
I
Make houses shrink
And trees diminish
By going far; my look's leash
Dangles the puppet-people
Who, unaware how they dwindle,
Laugh, kiss, get drunk,
Nor guess that if I choose to blink
They die.
I
When in good humor,
Give grass its green
Blazon sky blue, and endow the sun
With gold;
Yet, in my wintriest moods, I hold
Absolute power
To boycott any color and forbid any flower
To be.
I
Know you appear
Vivid at my side,
Denying you sprang out of my head,
Claiming you feel
Love fiery enough to prove flesh real,
Though it's quite clear
All you beauty, all your wit, is a gift, my dear,
From me." |
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| Raaaaaaaaa |
[Sep. 2nd, 2004|06:43 pm] |
So I got back from Manchester Pride two days ago. Wooh. I still ache... I'm still tired... and I still keep finding random injuries that I don't know how the hell I required. Overall it was an interesting weekend... interesting in both good and bad ways.
My love for Canal Street however shall never die. |
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