So right now Bee, Ashleigh and Panda are all hanging out. I wish I was there as it'd be something more fun to do, and I miss them - last time I saw Bee and Ashleigh was a week and a half ago. That seems like a really long time.
I had a full day at school so no chance of getting over. That and now I have about three hours' homework, if I'm lucky...
Oh, and then I have school on Monday so I won;t get to All Time Low, and knowing my luck my friends won't be able to save me a space so I'll be not only at the back of the queue but also on my own.
So. Like I said. Fuck school. I'm soon going to be unable to move under the weight of all the pointless homeworks.
Tuesday 29 September 2009
Monday 28 September 2009
-does the "lack of money" dance-
I am coming to All Time Low on Monday 5th!
I just hope my friends can save a space for me... if they can't I am sca-rehwed >.<
But Iamcomingiamcomingiamcoming *more dancing*
I actually had more money than I thought, I still have £15 left in my moneybox and about £350 left in my bank...
Plectrum status: on the lookout for a new chain tomorrow.
I just hope my friends can save a space for me... if they can't I am sca-rehwed >.<
But Iamcomingiamcomingiamcoming *more dancing*
I actually had more money than I thought, I still have £15 left in my moneybox and about £350 left in my bank...
Plectrum status: on the lookout for a new chain tomorrow.
Sunday 27 September 2009
Colchester times!
So, I should try and explain what Colchester was like... I'll start by saying it was ODD.
Dad dropped Kelly and I off at about midday. We checked out the venue, and then tried to follow a subway van to subway. We gave up and got a proper sit-down meal... and then found Subway.
We went for another walk to Sainsbury's and bought ourselves biscuits and fruit juice... and muffins for the bands :')
After we got back to the venue, we had a singalong to some stuff on my iPod - Bon Jovi, Pink, Simple Plan, Avenged Sevenfold, and Lostprophets. A bit later, some teenage girls called Emily and Bronte turned up, and after they found out we weren;t from Colchester we got dragged to a skatepark by Emily (who is possibly the most fucked up person I have ever met) at the other end of town. We introduced ourselves as Panda (as ever) and Koala (from Simon's quote last Monday, "she's like a koala!") Ilong walk to get to the skatepark. Then we were getting worried about the venue so we walked back, which talk about half an hour.
By the time we got back, the bands had all pulled up and parked on the curb. Bandmembers came and went - Gus came out and had a lovely chat to us, and we gave Jonny/Joe from The Casino Brawl some muffins. Hearing a high-pitched northern voice screaming "MUFFINS!!!" was actually hilarious.
Queues turned up, and then we were allowed inside. We made a beeline for the front and ended up either side of a pillar which was holding up the ceiling.
First band were called Oceans Upon Us, they were pretty good. Lead singer had "Fancy a shag? =)" written on the inside of his shoe, it cracked me up.
Next were Kelly's new favourite band, The Casino Brawl. The slightly pervy bassist was fighting with Jonny/Joe the whole time to stand in front of her... Still, they played a pretty awesome set ^^
And then... Young Guns. Gus was right in front of us and sang to both of us quite a bit. Stroking faces, as usual. Before they started playing, Simon told me not to faint again. Bless him. As ever, YG were amazing - heard a couple of new songs, had Gus hanging off a beam singing straight to me, and tried to get Gus to do the macerena (he failed).
After that we were off to chat to Young Guns and get everything signed. Apparently I followed Gus round like a puppy (okay... maybe I did. A little) getting permanent hugs off him. Kelly had a lovely long conversation about weddings with Jonny/Joe, and I just chatted to all of Young Guns and a few of The Casino Brawl... oh, and Deaf Havana's drummer, who remembered me ^^
A few notable highlights, in no particular order, were:
- Jonny/Joe offering me some of his Cookie Brown drink, which i declined and then stole. It tasted weird. Kelly had some too.
- Getting Simon of YG, Adam, Jonny/Joe and the drummer of TCB in my kitty hat
- Seeing Gus onstage with Deaf Havana. When he got off stage, he kissed someone on the cheek and i asked him what I had to do for a kiss. It turned out all I had to do was ask.
- Getting a drumstick from Deaf Havana's drummer
- Eternal Gus hugs
- Picking up Gus, Simon, Ben, John, Fraser, DH's drummer and a couple of techs, all of whom were a) impressed b) emasculated and c) shocked to learn I was 15.
- Fraser trying to persuade the drummer of TCB to wear my hat and succeeding
- Being picked up by Adam of TCB
- Being somewhat molested by both Simon and Adam
- Singing Heads, Shoulders, Knees and Toes to Gus... in Norweigan. He looked "confused, but I like this" according to Kelly.
- Seeing Simon crowdsurf
- Having a chat with the miserable techy and giving him a hug
- Kelly inviting pretty much all the band people to her wedding
- John from YG saying he wasn't drinking and would be doing the driving (I think I love that man. Bless him, he's so sweet)
- Smelling of Gus on the way home. My hoodie and my hat still smell of him. Love.
It makes me sad to think I won't see YG again until March, or January at the earliest. If we have money and depending on the date, we might try and go see TCB in London.
So, that was my day. Kelly and I just slept on the way home. Good day.
Plectrum status: around. Wish I could've worn it to the gig, YG especially would've appreciated the story behind it.
UPDATE - I was right. His name is Jonny.
Dad dropped Kelly and I off at about midday. We checked out the venue, and then tried to follow a subway van to subway. We gave up and got a proper sit-down meal... and then found Subway.
We went for another walk to Sainsbury's and bought ourselves biscuits and fruit juice... and muffins for the bands :')
After we got back to the venue, we had a singalong to some stuff on my iPod - Bon Jovi, Pink, Simple Plan, Avenged Sevenfold, and Lostprophets. A bit later, some teenage girls called Emily and Bronte turned up, and after they found out we weren;t from Colchester we got dragged to a skatepark by Emily (who is possibly the most fucked up person I have ever met) at the other end of town. We introduced ourselves as Panda (as ever) and Koala (from Simon's quote last Monday, "she's like a koala!") Ilong walk to get to the skatepark. Then we were getting worried about the venue so we walked back, which talk about half an hour.
By the time we got back, the bands had all pulled up and parked on the curb. Bandmembers came and went - Gus came out and had a lovely chat to us, and we gave Jonny/Joe from The Casino Brawl some muffins. Hearing a high-pitched northern voice screaming "MUFFINS!!!" was actually hilarious.
Queues turned up, and then we were allowed inside. We made a beeline for the front and ended up either side of a pillar which was holding up the ceiling.
First band were called Oceans Upon Us, they were pretty good. Lead singer had "Fancy a shag? =)" written on the inside of his shoe, it cracked me up.
Next were Kelly's new favourite band, The Casino Brawl. The slightly pervy bassist was fighting with Jonny/Joe the whole time to stand in front of her... Still, they played a pretty awesome set ^^
And then... Young Guns. Gus was right in front of us and sang to both of us quite a bit. Stroking faces, as usual. Before they started playing, Simon told me not to faint again. Bless him. As ever, YG were amazing - heard a couple of new songs, had Gus hanging off a beam singing straight to me, and tried to get Gus to do the macerena (he failed).
After that we were off to chat to Young Guns and get everything signed. Apparently I followed Gus round like a puppy (okay... maybe I did. A little) getting permanent hugs off him. Kelly had a lovely long conversation about weddings with Jonny/Joe, and I just chatted to all of Young Guns and a few of The Casino Brawl... oh, and Deaf Havana's drummer, who remembered me ^^
A few notable highlights, in no particular order, were:
- Jonny/Joe offering me some of his Cookie Brown drink, which i declined and then stole. It tasted weird. Kelly had some too.
- Getting Simon of YG, Adam, Jonny/Joe and the drummer of TCB in my kitty hat
- Seeing Gus onstage with Deaf Havana. When he got off stage, he kissed someone on the cheek and i asked him what I had to do for a kiss. It turned out all I had to do was ask.
- Getting a drumstick from Deaf Havana's drummer
- Eternal Gus hugs
- Picking up Gus, Simon, Ben, John, Fraser, DH's drummer and a couple of techs, all of whom were a) impressed b) emasculated and c) shocked to learn I was 15.
- Fraser trying to persuade the drummer of TCB to wear my hat and succeeding
- Being picked up by Adam of TCB
- Being somewhat molested by both Simon and Adam
- Singing Heads, Shoulders, Knees and Toes to Gus... in Norweigan. He looked "confused, but I like this" according to Kelly.
- Seeing Simon crowdsurf
- Having a chat with the miserable techy and giving him a hug
- Kelly inviting pretty much all the band people to her wedding
- John from YG saying he wasn't drinking and would be doing the driving (I think I love that man. Bless him, he's so sweet)
- Smelling of Gus on the way home. My hoodie and my hat still smell of him. Love.
It makes me sad to think I won't see YG again until March, or January at the earliest. If we have money and depending on the date, we might try and go see TCB in London.
So, that was my day. Kelly and I just slept on the way home. Good day.
Plectrum status: around. Wish I could've worn it to the gig, YG especially would've appreciated the story behind it.
UPDATE - I was right. His name is Jonny.
Friday 25 September 2009
Depressing bedtime thought
The people I have great memories of and the people who have great memories of me might be totally different.
Whenever I see her in some shirts, I always thinks about where they came from - merch stands shoulder-to-shoulder with me trying to barter, or that day when we cut up and systematically bleached three tshirts. I remember that, and see her walking past me ignoraning me, and it hurts. Is that what she thinks, or has she forgotten all backstory, just sees them as cute tops?
When I stress out my dad and he tries to guilt-trip me into being good by listing all the stuff he does for me, all I can ever remember are the bad times, like when he was more interesting in the paper I drew on that what I'd drawn, or when he hit me for reading in the bathroom.
I guess memories are something that are totally transient: there one moment, and lost the next in a flutter of something new and shiny to replace the old grey stuff.
Whenever I see her in some shirts, I always thinks about where they came from - merch stands shoulder-to-shoulder with me trying to barter, or that day when we cut up and systematically bleached three tshirts. I remember that, and see her walking past me ignoraning me, and it hurts. Is that what she thinks, or has she forgotten all backstory, just sees them as cute tops?
When I stress out my dad and he tries to guilt-trip me into being good by listing all the stuff he does for me, all I can ever remember are the bad times, like when he was more interesting in the paper I drew on that what I'd drawn, or when he hit me for reading in the bathroom.
I guess memories are something that are totally transient: there one moment, and lost the next in a flutter of something new and shiny to replace the old grey stuff.
Walls
I'm gonna break down these walls I built around myself
Okay, so I stole the line out of cotext, but it sums up what I wish I could do right now. These aren't walls about intimacy or protection though...
These are walls about inspiration.
I have an English coursework essay to draft for Thursday, and I'm trying to work on a story I've had buzzing around my mind for about four months. But however hard I try, I can;t get that opening line down. I've re-written the opening pages about three times now because I just can't get the tone and feeling right.
If anyone has a sledgehammer they can lend me to get rid of these walls, it'd be much appreciated.
Plectrum status: I feel rather lonely without it. Wish I could take it to Young Guns and show it off... they'd appreciate the story.
Okay, so I stole the line out of cotext, but it sums up what I wish I could do right now. These aren't walls about intimacy or protection though...
These are walls about inspiration.
I have an English coursework essay to draft for Thursday, and I'm trying to work on a story I've had buzzing around my mind for about four months. But however hard I try, I can;t get that opening line down. I've re-written the opening pages about three times now because I just can't get the tone and feeling right.
If anyone has a sledgehammer they can lend me to get rid of these walls, it'd be much appreciated.
Plectrum status: I feel rather lonely without it. Wish I could take it to Young Guns and show it off... they'd appreciate the story.
Thursday 24 September 2009
Friendships
are very fragile things.
It's funny how a look or an odd remark can cause one to break.
I don't know, maybe I didn't see the warning signs before it happened. Or maybe I've left it too late to try and repair everything.
But it just seems so wrong that things can't be patched up between us. We were such great friends, I thought.
Maybe I thought wrong.
It's funny how a look or an odd remark can cause one to break.
I don't know, maybe I didn't see the warning signs before it happened. Or maybe I've left it too late to try and repair everything.
But it just seems so wrong that things can't be patched up between us. We were such great friends, I thought.
Maybe I thought wrong.
Is this teenage society today?
Today my friend invited me to her friend's party. The conversation went something like this:
Friend: Hey, come to Emily's party!
Me: Fuck off. I hate Emily.
Friend: No! You have to come!
Me: What is the party?
Friend: It's in a park... everyone's gonna get drunk!
Me: Why would I want to get drunk with a load of 13-year-olds?
Friend: Well they'll mianly be more 16/17...
Me: Why would I want to get drunk anyway?
Friend: You don't get drunk?
Me: Fuck no. I'm 15. Wait, do you get drunk?
Friend: ...
Me: If you start smoking I'm disowning you.
Friend: I don't smoke!... cigarettes...
I don't know how this would make you feel, but to be honets it disturbed me. Said friend is 13, and the fact she freely admits she goes out and gets drunk in public worried me. Even more worrying was the fact that her friend planned on making an exhibition out of this for her 14th birthday.
I drink a little in the house with food. But I would never in a million years go out just to get drunk. It seems pointless. What happens? You waste money, you destroy your liver, you do stupid things, and the next day you're reminded of all that shit with a hangover.
Does thinking this make me weird, a killjoy, a wet blanket? Think that if you like, but as it is I'd much prefer to spend my Saturdays at gigs, NOT getting drunk.
Friend: Hey, come to Emily's party!
Me: Fuck off. I hate Emily.
Friend: No! You have to come!
Me: What is the party?
Friend: It's in a park... everyone's gonna get drunk!
Me: Why would I want to get drunk with a load of 13-year-olds?
Friend: Well they'll mianly be more 16/17...
Me: Why would I want to get drunk anyway?
Friend: You don't get drunk?
Me: Fuck no. I'm 15. Wait, do you get drunk?
Friend: ...
Me: If you start smoking I'm disowning you.
Friend: I don't smoke!... cigarettes...
I don't know how this would make you feel, but to be honets it disturbed me. Said friend is 13, and the fact she freely admits she goes out and gets drunk in public worried me. Even more worrying was the fact that her friend planned on making an exhibition out of this for her 14th birthday.
I drink a little in the house with food. But I would never in a million years go out just to get drunk. It seems pointless. What happens? You waste money, you destroy your liver, you do stupid things, and the next day you're reminded of all that shit with a hangover.
Does thinking this make me weird, a killjoy, a wet blanket? Think that if you like, but as it is I'd much prefer to spend my Saturdays at gigs, NOT getting drunk.
Wednesday 23 September 2009
You know music is taking over your mind when...
... in RS lessons, when reading text containing bible passages, you instantly assume the word "prophets" refers to the lost variety
... you write lyrics on the inside of your chemistry folder
... you can't sleep without having something to listen to
And that's just today. Tell me more, people!
Plectrum status: planning what to do with it.
... you write lyrics on the inside of your chemistry folder
... you can't sleep without having something to listen to
And that's just today. Tell me more, people!
Plectrum status: planning what to do with it.
Tuesday 22 September 2009
Bad Joke Time
Which branch of Maths is most like Gustav Wood?
TrigOmNomNometry.
Why do ducks have webbed feet?
To stamp out fires.
Why do elephants have webbed feet?
To stamp out burning ducks
I want to die peacefully in my sleep, like my grandfather...
Not screaming in terror, like his passengers.
"I'm sorry, Mr Smith, I have bad news and worse news."
"Oh no, Doctor! What's the bad news?"
"You have 24 hours to live."
"What could be worse news than that?!"
"I've been trying to contact you since yesterday."
TrigOmNomNometry.
Why do ducks have webbed feet?
To stamp out fires.
Why do elephants have webbed feet?
To stamp out burning ducks
I want to die peacefully in my sleep, like my grandfather...
Not screaming in terror, like his passengers.
"I'm sorry, Mr Smith, I have bad news and worse news."
"Oh no, Doctor! What's the bad news?"
"You have 24 hours to live."
"What could be worse news than that?!"
"I've been trying to contact you since yesterday."
Interesting Things That Happened Today
1) In Drama, playing the role of a melodrama's villain (named Jasper De Cruel in my mind), I had to whirl around dizzily after being hit. I managed to get caught in the curtain and put my foot through the handles of a bag, which then got stuck around my ankle.
2) In the performance of this piece, I fell through the curtain and landed in a forest of music stands (resulting in a bruised arse, thigh and ego).
3) I had a school photo taken. I introduced myself by saying Konichiwa, and proceeded to try and persuade the photographer I was a quarter Japanese. I succeeded.
4) I refused to brush my fringe out of my face.
5) I missed Games due to photography. Instead I finished my book and now crave the next one in the series.
Plectrum status: safe... I hope.
2) In the performance of this piece, I fell through the curtain and landed in a forest of music stands (resulting in a bruised arse, thigh and ego).
3) I had a school photo taken. I introduced myself by saying Konichiwa, and proceeded to try and persuade the photographer I was a quarter Japanese. I succeeded.
4) I refused to brush my fringe out of my face.
5) I missed Games due to photography. Instead I finished my book and now crave the next one in the series.
Plectrum status: safe... I hope.
Monday 21 September 2009
Hallowe'en costumes
I'm thinking:
- James Bond
- Homicidal maniac
- 80s hair/glam metal rocker
Just one... not all at the same time.
James Bond, the homicidal glam rocker is just...
well, you can finish that sentence.
- James Bond
- Homicidal maniac
- 80s hair/glam metal rocker
Just one... not all at the same time.
James Bond, the homicidal glam rocker is just...
well, you can finish that sentence.
The Perils Of Modern Life
In the olden days, back when photographs came sepia-toned as standard and motorcars were rarer than rainbows, back in the unimaginable days before mobiles and mobile internet, people used to talk. Everything was done face-to-face, or in the written (not typed) word. Confrontations were probably held in private as well, over meaningful things that would impact life and worth.
Fast forward to the not-too-distant past, when everyone spent days fantasizing about the future. There were phonelines and mobiles. You could be so much more impersonal, and life was frivolous enough to allow anger over small problems.
And now we are back in the present day, in a world ruled by facebook where petty diatribes can run riot over statuses in the public eye, sparked by trivial matters and ending in friendships breaking and mass annoyance.
I recently experienced one of these: my friend, to be known as L, asked me if I could buy a ticket for a gig for her, as I was buying mine that day too. I agreed, and she thanked me in a status. Then another of her friends (J) commented and started ranting about what an awful friend L was. Having read the whole debacle, i am still unsure of her reasoning... was she annoyed that L had bought a ticket without her? Anyway, the whole sordid business has spiralled wildly out of control. The fact that this is also written predominantly in online text-talk only worsens matters.
I love technology, and I would go mad without internet access, but sometimes I do wonder if it is abused. Not by what webpages are viewed, but how it can be used - as another medium for contact, with all the connotations and consequences as such.
Plectrum status: I can't say it's changed at all.
Fast forward to the not-too-distant past, when everyone spent days fantasizing about the future. There were phonelines and mobiles. You could be so much more impersonal, and life was frivolous enough to allow anger over small problems.
And now we are back in the present day, in a world ruled by facebook where petty diatribes can run riot over statuses in the public eye, sparked by trivial matters and ending in friendships breaking and mass annoyance.
I recently experienced one of these: my friend, to be known as L, asked me if I could buy a ticket for a gig for her, as I was buying mine that day too. I agreed, and she thanked me in a status. Then another of her friends (J) commented and started ranting about what an awful friend L was. Having read the whole debacle, i am still unsure of her reasoning... was she annoyed that L had bought a ticket without her? Anyway, the whole sordid business has spiralled wildly out of control. The fact that this is also written predominantly in online text-talk only worsens matters.
I love technology, and I would go mad without internet access, but sometimes I do wonder if it is abused. Not by what webpages are viewed, but how it can be used - as another medium for contact, with all the connotations and consequences as such.
Plectrum status: I can't say it's changed at all.
Sunday 20 September 2009
Colchester here we coooooome!
So it's arranged: Kelly and I are going (as long as she gets back to me) to Colchester next Saturday to see - whoop whoop - Young Guns, The Casino Brawl, and Deaf Havana!
6 days until I see Young Guns again. <3
Kickass.
6 days until I see Young Guns again. <3
Kickass.
Mmm... cake
I've just had a piece of my favourite coffee and walnut cake. Mmm... gets better every time I make it. Needs more coffee in it, but still. Nom.
I spent yesterday hanging round at Ashleigh's with Bee, Kelly and Sarah. Guitar Hero, music... Oh, and I got "educated" in teenage tv... Family Guy and Jackass.
Then I crashed at Kelly's for the night. Good times. We ended up talking a lot about Motley Crue, Lostprophets and Young Guns, and decided our ideal lineup for the Q awards show with Lostprophets headlining is The Blackout and Young Guns supporting. SERIOUSLY tidy.
Plectrum status: safe.
I spent yesterday hanging round at Ashleigh's with Bee, Kelly and Sarah. Guitar Hero, music... Oh, and I got "educated" in teenage tv... Family Guy and Jackass.
Then I crashed at Kelly's for the night. Good times. We ended up talking a lot about Motley Crue, Lostprophets and Young Guns, and decided our ideal lineup for the Q awards show with Lostprophets headlining is The Blackout and Young Guns supporting. SERIOUSLY tidy.
Plectrum status: safe.
Friday 18 September 2009
Whoo Hoo!
My tickets for Lostprophets came today! *dances*
In one month and 4 days i will be seeing them live for the very first time. I'm mega excited! Part of me is wondering if The Blackout will turn up... :')
So, what else happened today? Everyone at school told me I still looked ill, so I got marched to the nurse by a teacher.
Oh, and I saw me and my friends on the Metal Hammer Incoming Tour video... thing...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hXJi70Sa9sM
Go check it out. Bee's pimpin' my kitty hat too ^^
Plectrum status: hidden under a birthday card.
In one month and 4 days i will be seeing them live for the very first time. I'm mega excited! Part of me is wondering if The Blackout will turn up... :')
So, what else happened today? Everyone at school told me I still looked ill, so I got marched to the nurse by a teacher.
Oh, and I saw me and my friends on the Metal Hammer Incoming Tour video... thing...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hXJi70Sa9sM
Go check it out. Bee's pimpin' my kitty hat too ^^
Plectrum status: hidden under a birthday card.
Thursday 17 September 2009
Sick Days
Yesterday I was feeling pretty shit and i spent the day acting rather immaturely. I pissed off quite a few people, most of whom are probably unaware I even have a blog, but I'd better apologise at large anyway.
I can;t say I'm feeling much better today - I read Bee's blog and felt worn out just thinking about it. Go read it. If it doesn't make you feel slightly nauseous then you are a stronger person than I.
I just looked up how to go about getting to Kingston in Surrey for All Time Low's instore. It'll take about 2 hours and involves three changes. Meep.
Lastly, I didn;t get up till 2 today which has really screwed up my mind and body. I tweeted as a joke that Young Guns should send me a get well soon tweet, and I actually got one back from Gus! I think I may love that man. So Gus, jeg elsker deg. And as you admitted you can't speak Norweigan, you will have no ide what that means xD
Plectrum Status: unchanged.
I can;t say I'm feeling much better today - I read Bee's blog and felt worn out just thinking about it. Go read it. If it doesn't make you feel slightly nauseous then you are a stronger person than I.
I just looked up how to go about getting to Kingston in Surrey for All Time Low's instore. It'll take about 2 hours and involves three changes. Meep.
Lastly, I didn;t get up till 2 today which has really screwed up my mind and body. I tweeted as a joke that Young Guns should send me a get well soon tweet, and I actually got one back from Gus! I think I may love that man. So Gus, jeg elsker deg. And as you admitted you can't speak Norweigan, you will have no ide what that means xD
Plectrum Status: unchanged.
Wednesday 16 September 2009
Bleh
I feel like crap.
I've been blown off for five gigs in five days.
I finished my Jodi Picoult book. It had a depressing ending.
And my parents are convinced I'm not ill because my temperature isn't up by much.
Plectrum status: floating around on a sideboard somewhere
I've been blown off for five gigs in five days.
I finished my Jodi Picoult book. It had a depressing ending.
And my parents are convinced I'm not ill because my temperature isn't up by much.
Plectrum status: floating around on a sideboard somewhere
Tuesday 15 September 2009
Eric
My English homework was to do an essay skeleton for the coursework, using the notes we have been doing for the past 4 lessons. That's 4 hours and 40 minutes of just making fuckin' NOTES.
Meet Eric, the essay skeleton. ---->
Twice The Blog In Half The Time!
I didn't blog yesterday which was a bit odd, but it was because I got home at past midnight basically. So you're getting a really long blog now...
Right, so, yesterday:
Got a bruise before the gig had even begun when a "large" woman in high heels barged Bee into the barrier and stood on my foot... at the tube station. Kelly, Bee, Ashleigh and I got to Camden about five-ish, and saw a distinct lack of queue so we went and got random sandwiches and brownies from Sainsburys, and sat down with the other 2 queuers.
Kelly and I got bored and wandered over to where we could see Deaf Havana, and started talking to their drummer until the lead singer came and spoke to us, and interviewed us for something. So if I'm in a Metal Hammer podcast, ye'll know why. We also got filmed scaring the living death out of the Deaf Havana drummer. What a sweetie.
We got in and didn't really have to scrabble for the front... we got in comfortably front row, Kelly and I to the right and Bee and Ashleigh to the left. The first band, The Monroe Effect, were nothing special but they had a cute (and very toned, scarily so) bassist whose fingers ended up bleeding. He then had a lovely chat with Kelly and I, and we promised that if we ever saw them again we'd bring him plasters.
The Casino Brawl were next, and they were better than I was expecting. Kelly sort of fell in love with the singer as he screamed to her quite a lot, and he also managed to scream at Bee (I think) and nearly gimme whiplash with his mike cable. The bassist ruffled up my hair for no good reason too...
So, Young Guns. I think I fell in love with them. Fraser and Simon were on my side of the stage and Gus came over quite a lot. I had fun making silly faces at Fraser and he would always kind of smile and shake his head in return. Fun fun fun! Simon looked like a convict in his striped shirt. Not a good look for him. Gus sang to Kelly and Ashleigh, saw Bee dancing and joined in, and generally swaggered about like a loon. Kelly insisted he read my arm (I'd written a Weight Of The World lyric on it) and Gus decided it'd be a good idea to kiss it. The set ended, and I promptly passed out on stage.
So yeah. The next ten minutes are pretty fuzzy. I remember Kelly getting me water, and hobbling to a sofa... then I can't really remember anything until Gus came over and hugged me.
If you want details of the rest of the night, ask my friends. I can't really remember much, just scaring Simon and Fraser with hugs and Gus and Ben calling me hardcore... and Gus complimenting my fringe.
Great day.
Plectum status: in limbo until the chain is fixed.
Right, so, yesterday:
Got a bruise before the gig had even begun when a "large" woman in high heels barged Bee into the barrier and stood on my foot... at the tube station. Kelly, Bee, Ashleigh and I got to Camden about five-ish, and saw a distinct lack of queue so we went and got random sandwiches and brownies from Sainsburys, and sat down with the other 2 queuers.
Kelly and I got bored and wandered over to where we could see Deaf Havana, and started talking to their drummer until the lead singer came and spoke to us, and interviewed us for something. So if I'm in a Metal Hammer podcast, ye'll know why. We also got filmed scaring the living death out of the Deaf Havana drummer. What a sweetie.
We got in and didn't really have to scrabble for the front... we got in comfortably front row, Kelly and I to the right and Bee and Ashleigh to the left. The first band, The Monroe Effect, were nothing special but they had a cute (and very toned, scarily so) bassist whose fingers ended up bleeding. He then had a lovely chat with Kelly and I, and we promised that if we ever saw them again we'd bring him plasters.
The Casino Brawl were next, and they were better than I was expecting. Kelly sort of fell in love with the singer as he screamed to her quite a lot, and he also managed to scream at Bee (I think) and nearly gimme whiplash with his mike cable. The bassist ruffled up my hair for no good reason too...
So, Young Guns. I think I fell in love with them. Fraser and Simon were on my side of the stage and Gus came over quite a lot. I had fun making silly faces at Fraser and he would always kind of smile and shake his head in return. Fun fun fun! Simon looked like a convict in his striped shirt. Not a good look for him. Gus sang to Kelly and Ashleigh, saw Bee dancing and joined in, and generally swaggered about like a loon. Kelly insisted he read my arm (I'd written a Weight Of The World lyric on it) and Gus decided it'd be a good idea to kiss it. The set ended, and I promptly passed out on stage.
So yeah. The next ten minutes are pretty fuzzy. I remember Kelly getting me water, and hobbling to a sofa... then I can't really remember anything until Gus came over and hugged me.
If you want details of the rest of the night, ask my friends. I can't really remember much, just scaring Simon and Fraser with hugs and Gus and Ben calling me hardcore... and Gus complimenting my fringe.
Great day.
Plectum status: in limbo until the chain is fixed.
Sunday 13 September 2009
French Homework...
My French homework is entitled MON ETE: LES AVENTURES DE MON CHAPEAU CHATON.
It mainly features pictures of my friends and various band members looking silly wearing or refusing to wear (yes I AM looking at you Gus and Sean) my kitty hat.
At least people will remember it!
Plectrum status: will not fit over any larger chain. Dad is going to try and get the chain fixed... he just doesn;t know when. Or where. Or how...
It mainly features pictures of my friends and various band members looking silly wearing or refusing to wear (yes I AM looking at you Gus and Sean) my kitty hat.
At least people will remember it!
Plectrum status: will not fit over any larger chain. Dad is going to try and get the chain fixed... he just doesn;t know when. Or where. Or how...
Saturday 12 September 2009
Home Is Where The Plectrum Is...
Just got back home from day #1 of my weekend. Conclusion: not great. Lots of sitting around being bored. However I did get a lot of books (3 manga, 2 by Rachel Caine, 1 by John Green and 1 by Jodi Picoult) and learnt lots of Chuck Norris facts.
So here are just a couple of them which amused me.
At first there was nothing. Then Chuck Norris said "get a job", and thus was born the universe.
The leading causes of death in the United States are: 1. Heart disease. 2. Chuck Norris. 3. Cancer.
Cars were invented to get away from Chuck Norris, so Chuck Norris invented the carcrash.
Chuck Norris let the dogs out.
Chuck Norris knows what Willis is talking about.
Billie Jean in not my lover, Chuck Norris is.
I would have had so much more fun at Butserfest. Maybe I should go next year... Depends who plays, but I am sure it could be organised.
Plectrum status: still to be fixed. I miss wearing it.
So here are just a couple of them which amused me.
At first there was nothing. Then Chuck Norris said "get a job", and thus was born the universe.
The leading causes of death in the United States are: 1. Heart disease. 2. Chuck Norris. 3. Cancer.
Cars were invented to get away from Chuck Norris, so Chuck Norris invented the carcrash.
Chuck Norris let the dogs out.
Chuck Norris knows what Willis is talking about.
Billie Jean in not my lover, Chuck Norris is.
I would have had so much more fun at Butserfest. Maybe I should go next year... Depends who plays, but I am sure it could be organised.
Plectrum status: still to be fixed. I miss wearing it.
Friday 11 September 2009
Just a weird thought....
If anyone wanted to control my mind, they would use The Blackout.
I am prepared to take a 2.5hour train ride to go see them, to ignore plans I have had made for ages, just for the chance to see them play live. And the fact that I am now not doing that, and haven't won tickets to see them on Monday, has been enough to move me to tears.
I can't think of a single other thing that does that to me. Not a person, not a motivation. For love nor money... but for The Blackout and Welsh Hugs? No answer needed.
I am prepared to take a 2.5hour train ride to go see them, to ignore plans I have had made for ages, just for the chance to see them play live. And the fact that I am now not doing that, and haven't won tickets to see them on Monday, has been enough to move me to tears.
I can't think of a single other thing that does that to me. Not a person, not a motivation. For love nor money... but for The Blackout and Welsh Hugs? No answer needed.
*le sigh*
For the first time in ages today, I had a really good cry. Not just letting my eyes cloud up because I was annoyed, but hugging my blanket and just getting all of the lousy buggy stressy stuff out.
It didn't help, actually. I still feel like shit. Weirdly, it's all because of The Blackout. All this stems from the fact I want to see them so badly before January I am prepared to try and get to Hampshire, and enter competitions copious amounts of times for the chance to win tickets. Clearly there's something up with me.
I'd feel better if my dad stopped cutting up wood and fixed my plectrum but hey ho.
Plectrum status: on top of my wardrobe. Still broken.
It didn't help, actually. I still feel like shit. Weirdly, it's all because of The Blackout. All this stems from the fact I want to see them so badly before January I am prepared to try and get to Hampshire, and enter competitions copious amounts of times for the chance to win tickets. Clearly there's something up with me.
I'd feel better if my dad stopped cutting up wood and fixed my plectrum but hey ho.
Plectrum status: on top of my wardrobe. Still broken.
Thursday 10 September 2009
Ooooh.... ouch.
My homework is going to kill me.
Death by Latin. Killed by a bunch of dudes who died 2000 years ago. It seems vaguely poetic.
If someone does find me dead tomorrow, tell Scarlett I do give a damn and Tiny Tim that I won't be home to make fun of him this Christmas. He'll probably be happy and dance on my corpse.
Plectrum status: the little clip thing on the chain is broken. I need to fix it.
Death by Latin. Killed by a bunch of dudes who died 2000 years ago. It seems vaguely poetic.
If someone does find me dead tomorrow, tell Scarlett I do give a damn and Tiny Tim that I won't be home to make fun of him this Christmas. He'll probably be happy and dance on my corpse.
Plectrum status: the little clip thing on the chain is broken. I need to fix it.
Wednesday 9 September 2009
My Theory
This is my theory: school makes me gain weight.
Here is my reasoning:
In the holidays, I will mooch around the house. No movement = no energy spent = no energy needced = not hungry = no food needed.
Or I will be in London/at a gig. In which case, excitement = overrides hunger = no food needed (annd I'll burn off loads of calories jumping up and down).
However, school goes like this:
Work = stress = running around like a headless chicken = need a way to get rid of stress. For me, that tends to be chocolate.
School makes me eat chocolate... therefore school makes me fat.
Plectrum status: asked about it by my Judo teacher. He knows who Lostprophets are.
Here is my reasoning:
In the holidays, I will mooch around the house. No movement = no energy spent = no energy needced = not hungry = no food needed.
Or I will be in London/at a gig. In which case, excitement = overrides hunger = no food needed (annd I'll burn off loads of calories jumping up and down).
However, school goes like this:
Work = stress = running around like a headless chicken = need a way to get rid of stress. For me, that tends to be chocolate.
School makes me eat chocolate... therefore school makes me fat.
Plectrum status: asked about it by my Judo teacher. He knows who Lostprophets are.
Tuesday 8 September 2009
Monday 7 September 2009
First Day
The first day of new term sucked.
I got presents from two people, Moni and Torii. Tidy.
The rest of the day sucked. That's it.
Plectrum status: not many people appreciated the story behind it. This is what I get for being in private girls' school full of chavs, preps, jocks and wannabes.
I got presents from two people, Moni and Torii. Tidy.
The rest of the day sucked. That's it.
Plectrum status: not many people appreciated the story behind it. This is what I get for being in private girls' school full of chavs, preps, jocks and wannabes.
Sunday 6 September 2009
Right, this time I'm going to do it...
I really suck at updating my blog. So this is my second attempt to try and keep it going daily (except on days when I am literally too tired to blog).
So what have I been up to in the past few weeks? Well it mainly boils down to this:
- Trying and failing to finish my Latin homework
- Random days out in London
- Planning October relentlessly (including buying tickets to see the amazing Lostprophets)
Yesterday may have been one of the best days of my life, to be honest: it was The Blackout's video shoot for next single, This Is Why We Can't Have Nice Things (henceforth to be known as TIWWCHNT).
The queue outside which we reached at about 8.30 was kind of cold and foot-killing and not as fun as it could've been. Sam had been there from 8 the previous night, with Kelly there since 5am, and so we queuejumped with them to be at the front. I was feeling a bit sorry for myself, really. We saw the van pull up and Snoz came and chatted to us maddos while the rest of the band unpacked in terror. Matthew come said hi to us, and hugged me over the barrier. I also saw a couple of girls from school, and Susie who I'd previously met at a You Me At Six gig. Still, things looked up when we got into the venue. I was about the twelfth person in and was expecting a space on the side of the barrier. Instead, as I saw my friends charging off to either side, I saw a gap right in the middle of the barrier. What did I do? Ran for it, squeezed in, and ended up exactly front row centre next to Sam (who is absolutely lovely with awesome tattoos).
Here's a basic rundown of the highlights from the shoot:
- Lots of random bands and cardboard cutouts of Noel and Liam Gallagher hanging out on Islington Academy balcony, and The Blackout constantly "talking to" the cardboard cutouts and asking if they had heroin.
- The Blackout and Josh Francesci coming on and getting the crowd to sing and dance along to TIWWCHNT about 20+ times
- The Blackout constantly making fun of Josh, insisting he was loaded, etc. This eventually led to Sean insisting that the band name had been changed to You Me At Rich, and on the next tour there would be a cannon on stage firing out £1 coins into the crowd.
- Technical difficulties leading to one playback of TIWWCHNT not working, and Sean stating it was the "most embarrassing moment of his life". So what did we do? Awkward turtle.
- During a lull when Sean had run out of wit, I asked him how he was. He sat down on the side of the stage and proceeded to have a normal conversation with me.
- One of the takes ended abruptly when Josh swung round his microphone and hit Sean in the eye with it. Seeing Sean crying is actually heart-rending.
- TIWWCHNT being played at "double speed". Read: Alvin-the-chipmunk speed. Sean had to cling onto the drums to stop himself collapsing with laughter. Snoz was cackling like a loon, Rhys and Matthew looked like they were about to dissolve into fit of giggles, and Bob threw down his guitar in fury - which Josh then picked up and pretended to play... at double speed. Gavin was creased over, and - then - the whole crowd attempted to start singing along at chipmunk speed.
- Numerous homoerotic instances between Josh and Sean., including: Josh grabbing Sean's arse; Sean claiming that Josh was his bitch; Josh and Sean towelling each other off; and Josh kissing Sean's eye better after he hit it.
- The security guards handing out tiny cups of water. I was still thirsty, and asked Josh if he could spare any of his water. He threw his bottle to me, I had a drink, and I threw it back. So, I have shared a bottle of water with Josh Francesci. To all those teenage girls with a crush on him, I WIN.
- The Blackout joking that their set would be entirely comprised of covers, and so they launched into an a capella version of Pretty Fly For A White Guy, to which the whole crowd sang along. They tried the same with CKY and failed dismally.
- During the last take, there was a stage invasion of assembled band members (Young Guns, We Are The Ocean, and the frontman of Kids In Glass Houses).
Once the shoot was over, The Blackout played five songs as thank you for listening to the same song on repeat for two hours: Silent (When We Speak), STFUppercut, Children Of The Night, Save Ourselves, and the finale of It's High Tide, Baby! with guest vocals by KIGH's Aled Phillips.
After we all piled out of the venue we had to wait around for a while. Young Guns and Aled were hanging around (not for long though), so I chatted to them and got 3 of Young Guns and Aled in my infamous kitty hat.
The Blackout came out not soon afterwards. Ashleigh got them all to sign my birthday card (apparently Matthew remembers me for my hat) and I had hugs and a chat with them all. I ended up helping load up the van (I held open the doors, and put in a riser which Matthew was struggling with). Gav and Sean were still busy talking to fangirls, and the rest were all being their own roadies. While talking to Bob afterwards, he dropped a plectrum:
Me: Can I have that plectrum?
Bob: No, I only have about three. I need to keep that.
Me: Oh, okay. It was worth asking.
Bob: *gets out his wallet* Hang on a minute...
Me: ...?
Bob: *pulls out a plectrum* You can have this. It's Lostprophets' plectrum.
Me: Really?
Bob: Yeah, from when they played Ozzfest in 2002.
So that has been basically my best birthday present ever. Lostprophets' plectrum. From 2002. From Australia. From Bob. Say it with me now: tidy!
All of The Blackout (flatteringly) remembered me and, of course, my hat. Rhys let me pick him up, as did Bob and Gav (who both looked surprised I had managed it). Matthew and Sean were wimps and wouldn't let me try, and I doubt I could have even had tried to pick up Snoz without breaking my back.
Eventually, my very hungry friends dragged me off to The Diner in Camden. Lovely food with lovely people, and the best birthday celebration I have ever had.
So today was rather a letdown in terms of presents and the whole last-day-of-the-summer gloom. Being 15 really doesn't feel very special.
So what have I been up to in the past few weeks? Well it mainly boils down to this:
- Trying and failing to finish my Latin homework
- Random days out in London
- Planning October relentlessly (including buying tickets to see the amazing Lostprophets)
Yesterday may have been one of the best days of my life, to be honest: it was The Blackout's video shoot for next single, This Is Why We Can't Have Nice Things (henceforth to be known as TIWWCHNT).
The queue outside which we reached at about 8.30 was kind of cold and foot-killing and not as fun as it could've been. Sam had been there from 8 the previous night, with Kelly there since 5am, and so we queuejumped with them to be at the front. I was feeling a bit sorry for myself, really. We saw the van pull up and Snoz came and chatted to us maddos while the rest of the band unpacked in terror. Matthew come said hi to us, and hugged me over the barrier. I also saw a couple of girls from school, and Susie who I'd previously met at a You Me At Six gig. Still, things looked up when we got into the venue. I was about the twelfth person in and was expecting a space on the side of the barrier. Instead, as I saw my friends charging off to either side, I saw a gap right in the middle of the barrier. What did I do? Ran for it, squeezed in, and ended up exactly front row centre next to Sam (who is absolutely lovely with awesome tattoos).
Here's a basic rundown of the highlights from the shoot:
- Lots of random bands and cardboard cutouts of Noel and Liam Gallagher hanging out on Islington Academy balcony, and The Blackout constantly "talking to" the cardboard cutouts and asking if they had heroin.
- The Blackout and Josh Francesci coming on and getting the crowd to sing and dance along to TIWWCHNT about 20+ times
- The Blackout constantly making fun of Josh, insisting he was loaded, etc. This eventually led to Sean insisting that the band name had been changed to You Me At Rich, and on the next tour there would be a cannon on stage firing out £1 coins into the crowd.
- Technical difficulties leading to one playback of TIWWCHNT not working, and Sean stating it was the "most embarrassing moment of his life". So what did we do? Awkward turtle.
- During a lull when Sean had run out of wit, I asked him how he was. He sat down on the side of the stage and proceeded to have a normal conversation with me.
- One of the takes ended abruptly when Josh swung round his microphone and hit Sean in the eye with it. Seeing Sean crying is actually heart-rending.
- TIWWCHNT being played at "double speed". Read: Alvin-the-chipmunk speed. Sean had to cling onto the drums to stop himself collapsing with laughter. Snoz was cackling like a loon, Rhys and Matthew looked like they were about to dissolve into fit of giggles, and Bob threw down his guitar in fury - which Josh then picked up and pretended to play... at double speed. Gavin was creased over, and - then - the whole crowd attempted to start singing along at chipmunk speed.
- Numerous homoerotic instances between Josh and Sean., including: Josh grabbing Sean's arse; Sean claiming that Josh was his bitch; Josh and Sean towelling each other off; and Josh kissing Sean's eye better after he hit it.
- The security guards handing out tiny cups of water. I was still thirsty, and asked Josh if he could spare any of his water. He threw his bottle to me, I had a drink, and I threw it back. So, I have shared a bottle of water with Josh Francesci. To all those teenage girls with a crush on him, I WIN.
- The Blackout joking that their set would be entirely comprised of covers, and so they launched into an a capella version of Pretty Fly For A White Guy, to which the whole crowd sang along. They tried the same with CKY and failed dismally.
- During the last take, there was a stage invasion of assembled band members (Young Guns, We Are The Ocean, and the frontman of Kids In Glass Houses).
Once the shoot was over, The Blackout played five songs as thank you for listening to the same song on repeat for two hours: Silent (When We Speak), STFUppercut, Children Of The Night, Save Ourselves, and the finale of It's High Tide, Baby! with guest vocals by KIGH's Aled Phillips.
After we all piled out of the venue we had to wait around for a while. Young Guns and Aled were hanging around (not for long though), so I chatted to them and got 3 of Young Guns and Aled in my infamous kitty hat.
The Blackout came out not soon afterwards. Ashleigh got them all to sign my birthday card (apparently Matthew remembers me for my hat) and I had hugs and a chat with them all. I ended up helping load up the van (I held open the doors, and put in a riser which Matthew was struggling with). Gav and Sean were still busy talking to fangirls, and the rest were all being their own roadies. While talking to Bob afterwards, he dropped a plectrum:
Me: Can I have that plectrum?
Bob: No, I only have about three. I need to keep that.
Me: Oh, okay. It was worth asking.
Bob: *gets out his wallet* Hang on a minute...
Me: ...?
Bob: *pulls out a plectrum* You can have this. It's Lostprophets' plectrum.
Me: Really?
Bob: Yeah, from when they played Ozzfest in 2002.
So that has been basically my best birthday present ever. Lostprophets' plectrum. From 2002. From Australia. From Bob. Say it with me now: tidy!
All of The Blackout (flatteringly) remembered me and, of course, my hat. Rhys let me pick him up, as did Bob and Gav (who both looked surprised I had managed it). Matthew and Sean were wimps and wouldn't let me try, and I doubt I could have even had tried to pick up Snoz without breaking my back.
Eventually, my very hungry friends dragged me off to The Diner in Camden. Lovely food with lovely people, and the best birthday celebration I have ever had.
So today was rather a letdown in terms of presents and the whole last-day-of-the-summer gloom. Being 15 really doesn't feel very special.
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