William Blake - The Tyger

Good Hair pt. 2

Cringe

Things that make me Cringe

• The fact my economics teacher does all the lessons in Comic Sans.
• The coalition govt.
• Daily Mail.
• Raef from The Apprentice.
• The Only Way is Essex.
• Fox News.
• People who call Mephedrone "meow."
• People who do Mephedrone.
• When 14 year olds get really drunk and chunder everywhere.
• The fact the English never seem to grow out of binge drinking.
• The article I read where a woman moved from Brixton to the countryside with her husband and her son called... Salvador.

I < 3 U SO

New Cassius


The French do electronic music better than anyone else.
 Pretty cool video too

I miss writing

We're coming out of a recession and the government has just announced the biggest spending cuts since the 70's . We're £273 bn in debt. I can't find a job. I'm volunteering in Oxfam books in good old middle class, left-wing, Guardian-reading Muswell Hill, not out of goodwill, but so I can get good books cheap before anyone else. I want Tom Ford lipstick, and therefore I need a job that I actually get paid for.
I've always been talented at writing. I've always loved English. I decided to use my initiative and tutor GCSE English. I remember when I was worried about doing my GCSE's. Time flies, and now I'm teaching people for them. Does that make me one of those cool "teenage entrepreneurs" that are going to be earning 100k+ bonuses with a nice flat in docklands by the time they're 22? I wish.

I NEED this t shirt

this is good hair colour

Effort

I've probably worked harder in the last week than I did in all my GCSE's put together. Ok, bit of an exag, but I hope this all pays off.

College Is Good

I like college. It's nice not having to study things you don't want to. It's nice not having to register in the morning. It's nice having free periods. It's nice getting to leave for lunch. It's nice finishing early on Fridays. It's nice being able to wear what you want. I'm not really liking the fact I have to be up by 6am to get ready in time though. I'm meeting more people from other parts of London, and even a couple from out of London too, which is cool. I've always wanted to immerse myself in an environment where I know nearly noone, which I've done now. I'm glad I have, I feel like I knew more people than I wanted to before I started though. I knew 7 out of 250 people in my year.  Having said all this, I've only been there for a week, let's see how long it lasts. 

Family holidays are a pointless feat that few enjoy

Why do we go on family holidays? I know it's not just my family that make it result in a pointless argument about something stupid, worry about how much everything costs us constantly, and always end up with at least one person not being able to leave the hotel/villa/"insert place of residence here" due to being ill. Sure, it might be nice once every few years, but every year? I think not. They're meant to encourage you to spend "quality time" with your family, but most people I know seem to want to spend less time with their family after every family holiday.

Yes, these snaps were taken on my family holiday to Portugal. (and Seville for a day)

A Plant and W

 WEEZER

Eek

Shit, it's been about a month since I last blogged. Well, I've been pretty busy, I spent 2 weeks in Portugal, spending 2 hours driving from one typical European coastal town to another. For anyone who doesn't know what a typical small European coastal town is, a town with about 7,000 people, colourful flats, cobbled pedestrianised streets, coffee shops, people sitting on their doorsteps, and a town square. It was shit. After a few days back in the country, which included receiving my GCSE results (2 A*s in Eng Lit and Lang, A's in History, Maths, 3 Science, Food tech, and erm...  1 C) I headed to my first ever music festival. Reading 2010. I'll cover it in more detail tomorrow, when I get the film from my disposable cameras back.

Best video ever?

Joseph Gordon-Levitt with stubble, speaking French. Sexiest thing ever?

I want some chai

This Monkey's Gone to Heaven

For the past year, I've been waiting for this summer more than I've ever anticipated a summer before. I spent ridiculous amounts of hours thinking about how I'm gonna spend hours reading and cooking and taking photographs and talking to strangers and drinking and laughing.  I made reading lists, to do lists, to buy lists. Now summer's here and it's all a bit... meh. I've wasted days queuing up for 6 hours outside the Roundhouse to see The xx, only to be told by the cunts at iTunes that no one is going to be allowed in. As you can imagine, Chalk Farm was overrun with angry hipsters that evening. 

However, I did spend a sunny day eating tapas and frozen yoghurt in Covent Garden, then making my way to have a life changing experience. Visiting the Abercrombie and Fitch store. WOW. What the actual fuck? Spanish tourists, Italian tourists, French Tourist, Jewish Princesses, and other types of irritating teenagers everywhere. The place is dark, noisy, and is wearing far too much aftershave. Every member of staff is white, except the one "token black guy" who is... a DANCER. That's right, they have fucking dancers. Not strippers or anything normal, but like an awkward guy and girl who have to dance together. Losing your dignity much? Needless to say,  two of my best friends and I walked out in epic proportions of laughter, with everyone looking at us thinking "wtf" as we joined in with the dancer and literally skipped around the shop. 

Grette

Sunshine

The Finger

The end.

This is it, I've finally reached the end of my compulsory education Unfortunately, I have no talent that enables me to completely stop my education now, and I don't have a rich daddy to set up a business for me, meaning I'll still have to continue getting an education unless I want to fail at life, but enough about that, I've got a 10 week summer ahead of me, and for once, the weather's beautiful in London.


This summer I' actually going to be productive. I've made a reading list, and a to do list, which so far, I haven't done a bad job of actually sticking to.


I'm also going to buy a diary. I need to keep track of my life.

Night Bus Infatuation

A piece I wrote about something that happens to everyone that lives in a city with a decent public transport system. Temporarily falling in love with strangers on the bus, tube, metro, subway, tram, whatever your city has. At least I think this happens to everyone... either that, or I'm really, really sad.

Bank holiday Monday, 2:54 a, 134, Camden Town. Camden's never been my favourite part of my favourite city, it's always been a bit of a tourist trap, full of fake Black Flag t-shirts and really bad weed, but I see how there's nowhere else like it in the world. 

           I was sobering up, from the night's cheap cider and vodka shots. As usual, the bus was full of good-looking, well-dressed trendy types, sure to lower your self esteem. I was zoned out, thinking about nothing, until his eyes caught mine. They were a sapphire shade, a dark blue. His strong veiny arms were covered in tattoos, which in turn were covered by a plain grey t shirt and a rolled up denim jacket, which contrasted the chinos and torn up Converses on his feet. I looked back up at his face, and noticed his ebony hair, which seemed to glitter in the light. I quickly looked away, hoping he hadn't seen me, but it was too late. Much to my surprise, he looked at me, his lips baring a smirk, which actually turned into a  full blown smile! Would you believe it? I was embarrassed, but couldn't help but smile back.

Frankly Mr. Shankly

Fame fame fatal fame, it can play hideous tricks on the brain,
But still I'd rather be famous, than righteous or holy,
Anyday, anyday, anyday.

Climbing

Mic

Hurts.

"The hardest thing you'll ever learn, is just to love and be loved in return" - Gallows' more truthful take on Eden Abhez.

Sorcha bby xoxo

Failure by Design

"When you are in Love you can't fall asleep because reality is better than your dreams." - Dr Seuss

Science says after 3 years in a relationship, your restores to normal levels of Oxytocin, the chemical that makes us feel we're in love.  Oxytocin is the chemical in MDMA that produces the feelings of infatuation. Science says love is just a chemical reaction, love is just a drug.


I think it's best if we never find out if this is completely true.  It would change the fabric of society as we know it.




Would the things that we as humans enjoy that are the product of love have less value?
Music, literature, poetry, art, film, romance, sex.




Probably not, but there are some things humans just aren't meant to know.

The Return of the Insignificant

Fuck this, I'm back. I'm back on Blogger.


I'm eagerly awaiting Summer. Happy days, freedom, photos, fucked up sleeping patterns, fun, books and booze. What makes us happy, and what we're all living for.