28/06/2010

ITSJUSTONETHINGTHATSGOTMETRIPPING

100th post!

One
thing I'm sorry about:
Being such a crap blogger of late. I'm sorry. I went back to college & suddenly had all this work to do that I actually enjoy & wanted to do! & I've been watching football & doing this:


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One
thing I can't stop thinking over:
There was this guy who came up to me when I was walking with my friend and said, "I thought you were cute so I told myself to come and say hi". My friend walked off embarrassed, but I humored him, said thank you when he said he liked my boots. Then he said, "Maybe I shouldn't pay you too many compliments, you might get a big head, yeah I don't like your shirt, it's a bit plain". I replied again and it carried on to the traffic lights where he said "I wanted you to be meaner". At this point my friend bolted so I went after her and we took a detour so we didn't have to carry on down Park Street with him. That's stuck in my head though, "I wanted you to be meaner", as if I was a cartoon character he'd seen in the street and thought up a personality for, as if I walk around looking like a pissed off, mean slutty dickwad who just loves talking to strangers about how they plan to play computer games all day. Don't get me wrong, I do like talking to strangers, but it was just that phrase. "I wanted you to be meaner." Just because I dress a certain way doesn't make me your fantasy. If you don't want to break it, don't talk to it.

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One
thing I'm considering:
Whether
to delve into my sexual/relationship past for an art project. So we're doing 7 deadly sins & I want to concentrate on lust so I can do my whole feminist shizzle next year. But my art teacher (who I've only had about a week) started asking me all these personal questions about my opinions on stuff & I don't know... I'm quite vocal about these things usually but there's something about putting it down in my art coursework that makes it different you know?
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One
thing I'm proud of:
Seeing
this embroidery project through. I've been embroidering helvetica fonted words of phrases that I've said or people have said to me, as a sort of therapy/ artistic outlet/ fun! Here's a sneaky peek of a tip my friend gave about picking up girls:

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One
thing that pissed me off:
A
guy trying to ram his car past (& into) mine, when the road hadn't split into 2 lanes yet. I was moved over for the bus lane & when I felt him hit me & turned to look at him to say "what the fuck are you doing? That's not how this driving thing works" he looked at me as if I was in the wrong & then sped off as soon as we moved an inch forward. What is it about driving that brings out the worst aspects of people & humanity in general?

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One
thing I need to do:
Make
a proper start on the next issue of SWEAT. I've already got some wonderful interviews down but I'm on the hunt for some art! If you want to contribute e-mail: sweat.zine@gmail.com

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Now
I tag all of you who read this post (& can be bothered) to answer the same 6 questions
1
thing you're sorry about
1
thing you can't stop thinking over
1
thing you're considering
1
thing you're proud of
1
thing that's pissed you off
&
1 thing that you need to do

GO!

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(Quote from Angela Carter's The Company of Wolves)

24/06/2010

POETRYTHURSDAY±2

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If Love Was Jazz
by Linda France


If love was jazz,
I'd be dazzled
By its razzmatazz.

If love was a sax
I'd melt in its brassy flame
Like Wax.

If love was a guitar,
I'd pluck its six strings,
Eight to the bar.

If love was a trombone,
I'd feel it's slow
Slide, right down my backbone.

If love was a drum,
I'd be caught in its snare,
Kept under it's thumb.

If love was a trumpet,
I'd blow it.

If love was jazz,
I'd sing it's praises,
Like Larkin has.

But love isn't jazz.
It's an organ recital.
Eminently worthy,
Not nearly as vital.

If love was jazz,
I'd always want more.
I'd be a regular
On that smokey dance-floor.

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Photos: weheartit// flickr

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21/06/2010

YOUMUSTHAVEDONETHISALLYOURLIFE.CARRYON.

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Elodie Bouchez & Natacha Regnier in La Vie revee des anges or The Dreamlife of Angels. It's a lovely, odd film about friendship & boys & France! I can't wait to go to Paris...

Hello to all the new followers! 70 is a big number. 70% of something would be a hell of a lot. So thank you, I may not be the best of bloggers & my posts may vary A LOT in quality but I love this blog & the people I've met through it & it sounds cheesy but something a girl just needs to click 'New Post' & feel like she's creating something all of her own? Does that sound preachy? Eugh. Anyway...

I'm feeling so inspired that I don't know where to begin.

Do you know what I mean?

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17/06/2010

POETRYTHURSDAY±1

I love love poetry.
&
I love love Thursdays.

So
I introduce to you, fair readers, Poetry Thursday. To try & force myself to look out for/ research/ find new poets & poetry I will try & post a poem every Thursday, from now until I get bored of this.


The
first poet is one of my all time favorites:
Roger McGough

I
have posted one of his poems before. But this one is a new personal favorite from a volume I saw at work & bought, but didn't read until Mr Jay picked it out on my floor a few weeks ago.

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The Act of Love

The
act of love lies somewhere

Between the belly and the mind
I
lost the love sometime ago

Now
I've only the act to grind.


Brought
her home from a party

Don't
bother swapping names

Identities not needed
When
your only playing games

High
on bedroom darkness

As we endure the pantomime
Ships that go bang in the night
Run
aground on the sands of time


Saved
in the nick of dawn

It's
cornflakes and then goodbyes

Another notch on the headboard
Another day
wondering why


The
act of love lies somewhere

Between the belly and the mind
I
lost the love sometime ago

Now
I've only the act to grind.

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Photos: Lauryn Holmquist


Do you likey?


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16/06/2010

WOULDYOURISKITFORACHOCOLATEBISCUIT

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Robert Clergerie is God.
Robert Clergerie is God.

//link//

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(quote from Slaughterhouse 5. read it, it's amazing.)

14/06/2010

THEGIRLSGOTRHYTHMTHEGIRLSGOTRHYTHM

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"We can't go to sleep, we need to trick our bodies into thinking it's a normal day."
Famous last words. He of this phrase is now slowly falling down the hand that was propping his head up on the edge of the sofa. We are e.x.h.a.u.s.t.e.d. & covered in bruises.

My Day:
  • Left Donnington Park at about 4 this morning. Got back to mine about 7ish
  • Spent 2 hours in the bath, turning the water gray...
  • I made 3 pairs on tights (which are selling like hot cakes thanks to this feature on lost in e minor) hence the hearts on my knees in the above photo, I have to draw them on for placement... You can get some here.
  • Ate & realized my mum is in Manchester & then Ukraine. I swear I never even see that woman
  • Went down to the post office armed with packages from eBay sales PLUS the tights. & more SWEAT zines. The woman laughed at my heart stamps and the fact that I went to walk away before actually paying... I did pay!
  • Went to college, for the transition weeks into A2. Yes I re-did a year. I know, I know, I can't to ASs forever. Can you believe I now have 7 AS levels? & should end up with 4 A2s. I don't think I'll ever leave fucking school/college.
  • Interviewed my friend Amber who's in a band called The Tamborines. It's for a contribution to this magazine, LACE. Which you can see some screen grabs of, here.
  • When I got home Mr Jay had cooked lasagna & we watched the film Kids, with Chloe Sevigny. Fucking weird film. But then Larry Clark is a pretty weird dude, so hey.
  • Now I'm making him stay up to watch Mary Queen of Shops (Mary Portas = love) & he thinks his body doesn't know he's had about three hours of sleep in 4 days. That would have to be one stupid body.
How was your weekend? Are you watching the world cup? Are you avoiding it? Have you been to a festival? I miss you all... I will be a better blogger. Promise!

I NEED SLEEP.


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11/06/2010

LETYOURFINGERSDOTHEWALKING

I'm off to see the wizard
The wonderful wizard of ROCK

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It's
that one weekend where that skirt wearing ginger girl with the big eyes becomes that girl in the ripped up t-shirt with the bloodshot eyes covered in bruises & other peoples sweat.

The weekend where I earn my stripes as the proud girlfriend of one of those sweaty, tattooed, smelly people that are too scared to push me back. Yay for being a girl in a mosh pit...

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DOWNLOAD of course. Yes, yes, I may have been looking forward to Reading for months & months (blink 182, the libertines...er, hello!?!) & I may have forgotten until Monday to arrange my day off at work, but still. Punching people constantly for about 48 hours (with the other 24 filled with eating, not much sleeping &... ahem, other stuff) with them just looking at you & smiling like they could die right there on the spot & be happy. Yep, yep, it's my kind of weekend.

See you there?

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05/06/2010

SWEATISSUE±4

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SWEAT ISSUE±4 IS NOW AVAILABLE

FOR JUST £1!

ONE POUND //
ONE DOLLAR FIFTY

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Ok sorry, sorry for all the photobooth funsies but I'm at home on a Saturday! (cue gasps) I went into work at 4am this morning dressed as a vampire to sell the new Stephanie Mayer book that NO ONE came to buy. Now I have the whole day (well...it's now 3 o'clock...the rest of the day) to do whatever the hell I like. I think the freedom may go to my head. Hence the above.

Oh and I got a new hat! & a new ring (the green one) & some new nail varnish (the green one)
& yes that is my kitchen...I invest a lot of time in finding suitable backgrounds...
(although it does appear to be a kitchen of cleaning products)

Anywho I have a lot to tell you all, do you like wordy posts though? Do you care what I have to say? I don't know if you do... But we shall see. 2 EXAMS LEFT! Then I'm all yours


SWEAT. BABY. SWEAT

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