the great escape

Ok, so this week i booked both my Benicassim festival ticket and my flights, which lets just say set me back a fair bit/has deprived me of going out for atleast a month, but let's just hope it's worth it. And if not, at least i'll have some sort of tan to show for it, and by tan i obviously mean pinkish brown blotches. hott.

Anyway, i don't know if this is cheating or not because i didn't take it but.. regardless. This is a photo Milo took of me and i love it, SUMMER is on it's way in Brighton. 

And you should all come to The Great Escape fesitval 09, Milo and i are working for it, on the wrist band exchange.. cheeekyy. Bands such as ...

THE MACCABEES * WHITE DENIM * KASABIAN * LIGHTSPEED CHAMPION * METRIC * LITTLE BOOTS * BRITISH SEA POWER * BLACK LIPS * CAGE THE ELEPHANT * HOLY FUCK * MONGREL * IPSO FACTO * THE PIPETTES * LIAM FINN * MIKA MIKO * OX.EAGLE.LION.MAN. * BETH JEANS HOUGHTON 

etc etc are playing. Goo brighton, no idea why all of this is underlined erm weird.

On a different and completely unrelated subject, went down Preston Park to go play basketball with Jack, Milo and their sisters Phoebe and Tess the other day which was really fun at the time but what i've slightly taken to offense is how i somehow managed to pull every muscle in my body, as if i'm going to do stretches first. it was meant to be friendly? xxx

goods and bads

of life at the moment.

+ sunshine. if winter makes a come back now i am packing the fuck up and moving to Bangladesh

+ forbidden fruit, ie. hot dad men. definately a no go area, seeing as they are most likely to be married, and very probably have a child(ren).. but that's not to say i can't think about hot dad men or about being hot dad mans woman?

+ fresh 'Refil Pads'. There's something internally gratifying about 80 clean pages of a4 paper with ruled feint & margin. call me "cooky".

- DIY haircuts. to be honest i have no idea why i always think it's ok to put myself through it, then remember afterwards why it isn't. I just don't want to get told off by my ACTUAL hairdresser for bad condition/have £45. luckily this time it didn't end in tears, but i've still not learnt.

- Working at a pub where the average age is 60. old men have had apprx. 40 years more life experience of paying for drinks than you, therefore always know how much change they have given you, make sure you study the note properly.

- Men who think it's alright to grunt at the gym. it's not.

I took the day off college today to try and get the majority of 'Allegory' finished howeverr.. my day was not as productive as i might have hoped. And so my attention was primarily absorbed in this months Nylon and this book above, 'The Bloody Chamber'. It's a selection of short stories written by Angela Carter. She has taken a variety of classics and distorted them into her own graphic and somewhat offensively crude tales. Carter herself is an unrelenting feminist, which definately comes across through a number of the stories. I'd advise not picking this one up if you're a prude, but it's definately worth a ganderss.

Elk Street

I've been looking forward to today for ages, it should be fuckin ahole if i have a productive.. period of time between now at 5pm.

Rory, Nick, Milo and me are all going to the Black Lips at Audio which is going to be sooooooooooooo good. it's at confined-space-galore which means everyones going to be close and sweaty and jumping, 10 x funner than shitfaces who stand still at the concorde then get so fucking aggy when you try and squeeze through to get to the front.

I need to be inventive with an outfit that has a couple of good cross drafts so that i don't go red as fuck and faint/crushed by the jumpers

Also, for your pleasure, i was on the internet last night looking up places to go in Canada. And i came across this town called Banff and I looked it up on google satellite whatever and EVERY SINGLE STREET is named after an animal, there was Elk St, Moose St, Squirrel St, Muskrat St, Wolf St and the list goes on. I just found it really hilarious/cute. Booking tickets soon bye

mama didnt raise no fool

shalom

i just got in from work,

was 'chilled'

i love how it is actually my downfall, ie clearly i have no will power around free food/drink/peanuts/guardian crossword

anyway. basically i've now finished both The Great Gatsby AND  a Tale of Two Cities, does anyone have any good reccomendations that isn't twilight or harry potter because i'd rather piss into a goblet of fire and drink it

this week is pretty good because it's half term, not that i have anything to show for it apart from a title page, some high waisted levis and an empty purse/5stone in weight gained.

actually, complete lie. me and milo went for a really nice bike ride to the marina and back, we ventured into the 'big brand store' - obviously being lured in by the exotic name. we were curious. milo ended up buying a disposable camera for 1.50 and me a packet of haribos from the 17th century that fell apart in my mouth. this is where my life goes wrong.

anyway we took loads of pictures and milo showed me how to ride without handlebars so F you hannah rowan. we also watched total recall, arnold schwartz is possibly the best undercover agent suffering from servere memory loss on mars i've ever seen. whattababe

miloski belgrovski

i need to make you

a birthday card

alas i cannot

because i'm a retard

no motivation

of the card making type

whatsoever

because i'm shite.

hither today

we have established

that nothing rhymes

with established

it has also been noted

that i'm retarded and shit

so if you want

i'll sign your tit

as your birthday card.

but i know you won't

let me

Bane of my life

aka CCB.

i'm errywhere

Glastonbury or Benicassim?

OBVIOUSLY BOTH

please god let me come into a nice amount of money sometime soon/knowledge of a wise spanish 19 year old girl, preferably with a wider vocab than 'supermarcado' as to not get stuck in the back of a spaniards car with two northern strangers giving directions with their thumbs. he thought he was gettin' lucky.

also not sure whether it's really embarrassing or just really devo that i'm already creeped out by the cringe of the last blog, to be fair it was an emotional month. which only further confirmed i am USELESS IN ENGLAND, anyway masterchefs on slaters