Hello.
You look very nice today.
I dont mean to be forward or anything, i thought i would just compliment you before i begin. Only because i know how you feel about compliments. I know you like to give them, but sometimes you feel you dont get them enough.
Come on.
Dont lie.
I know you think that.
You think that you would be happier if a few more nicer sentences were thrown your way now and again... In a totally non-big-headed way, of course.
No but seriously, you look really nice. Your hair is doing that thing i like. When you havent really put much effort in but it looks good.
Your head hurts abit doesnt it? Well, its not really that bad now. But it was abit achey before. Its ok, i know how you feel. I had a bad head before, its cleared up now so i'm sure yours will too.
Seriously, have you done something different with your hair? You actually look like a new person today. Good on you mate, you're looking fiiiine. :)
Ohhh, arnt you going to shut that window? Its abit nippy. You've thought about moving the computer but its too much hastle and youve set yourself up a nice little work space now, so there isnt much point. But it is abit cold, so either shut a door or turn the heating up. I know you're not content with the temperature. I get like that sometimes. I'll be lay in bed and i will just decide to put another layer on or take another layer off. Sometimes, as humans, we just get over-run with the feeling of malcontent and our ever growing need for power makes us change something about our enviroment. I get that. So just sort that radiator out please.
I know you're asking yourself what youre doing here... No, not in the way you dont want to be on my blog, but theres that way more important job youve been meaning to do. Look, im not trying to tell you what to do, but i think you should just get it done and out the way. Think how good you will feel when you are happy with it, it wont be on your mind anymore will it? Just do it bit by bit, thats the best way for a task like that. Then you wont have a big load to do last minute. Just make sure you dont rush it or do it half-heartedly. Thats the worst thing you could do.
Right, i'm going. You should too. You've got much more important things to be getting on with.
Thanks! Thats really nice of you to say so!
Just something i threw together really.
Anyway, see you later.
OH! And dont forget to make that phonecall! We both know it isnt a person you want to let down. So just bare it in mind ok?
Love,
Vicky
xxxxx
Monday, February 4, 2008
Monday, January 28, 2008
~PAWSGLOB~
so theres this girl, you will probably know her.
its like ive never not, its like shes always been there, somewhere -5,
its like i know so much about her, but really its nothing,
thats where you all have one up on me i guess.
im not her, as you may well have guessed,
far from it infact.
though this is her,
you 'are' in the right place,
im thmttwd.blogspot.com,
alike thevikipedia.blogspot.com,
but crappier.
On here,
shes taller than me,
and a much better speller.
and about 7 ahead in half the time.
So this is real late and way over due,
and if you have come here to read about tricks,
then i apologize, cos you will be mildly disappointed.
cos i'm a few lines and shes a paragraph.
i'm nonsense, she inspires.
i'm powerbook in my studio space, she's laptop lying on her bed.
i'm packed lunch, she's chips barm and gravy,
and shes got someone saving her a place in the queue on 'chip day.'
i've have no time, she makes time.
she's crumpets on cheese sandwiches, i'm microwaved cheese on
bread.
she's on the seats near the sandwich and milk corner, i'm not, i'm on the train next to the the large man/woman, who talks to her/him self and
perspires on me.
i could potentially go through more than a pack a day, and are just
stuck anywhere as my jaw begins to ache, hers are discarded into a
tiny hole as she leaves school.
she doesnt like maths, me either.
who does? well i know one person, and she lives with the shame,
everyday. haha, you all probably wouldn't know her though, but you
should, she's alright.
'you, looking at me, looking at you'...
...cos its all about observationing, and you/me/us looking what shes writing about her, while looking at us. And if there's anyones that is worth reading and thinking about, its hers. its this one. shes real, and not many people are real, with other people and most certainly themselves, she is.
i don't really know where to go from here, i don't think im making sense, and if this were a piece of paper i probabaly would have started again at 'so'. but its not and its here and ill probably add to this, when i realise its nothing when put at the side of 'dont adjust your set, this is a Blogswap...'
ahhhh well.
end transmission,
forget transmisson.
lets do this again,
ill do better next time,
i promise.
//MTT
its like ive never not, its like shes always been there, somewhere -5,
its like i know so much about her, but really its nothing,
thats where you all have one up on me i guess.
im not her, as you may well have guessed,
far from it infact.
though this is her,
you 'are' in the right place,
im thmttwd.blogspot.com,
alike thevikipedia.blogspot.com,
but crappier.
On here,
shes taller than me,
and a much better speller.
and about 7 ahead in half the time.
So this is real late and way over due,
and if you have come here to read about tricks,
then i apologize, cos you will be mildly disappointed.
cos i'm a few lines and shes a paragraph.
i'm nonsense, she inspires.
i'm powerbook in my studio space, she's laptop lying on her bed.
i'm packed lunch, she's chips barm and gravy,
and shes got someone saving her a place in the queue on 'chip day.'
i've have no time, she makes time.
she's crumpets on cheese sandwiches, i'm microwaved cheese on
bread.
she's on the seats near the sandwich and milk corner, i'm not, i'm on the train next to the the large man/woman, who talks to her/him self and
perspires on me.
i could potentially go through more than a pack a day, and are just
stuck anywhere as my jaw begins to ache, hers are discarded into a
tiny hole as she leaves school.
she doesnt like maths, me either.
who does? well i know one person, and she lives with the shame,
everyday. haha, you all probably wouldn't know her though, but you
should, she's alright.
'you, looking at me, looking at you'...
...cos its all about observationing, and you/me/us looking what shes writing about her, while looking at us. And if there's anyones that is worth reading and thinking about, its hers. its this one. shes real, and not many people are real, with other people and most certainly themselves, she is.
i don't really know where to go from here, i don't think im making sense, and if this were a piece of paper i probabaly would have started again at 'so'. but its not and its here and ill probably add to this, when i realise its nothing when put at the side of 'dont adjust your set, this is a Blogswap...'
ahhhh well.
end transmission,
forget transmisson.
lets do this again,
ill do better next time,
i promise.
//MTT
Monday, January 21, 2008
Now thats a fire!
I will be impressed if i ever meet someone under the age of 30 who knows what i am talking about when i say 'Now thatsa firre!'
I'm watching room 101. I have a white drama mask tied against my mirror, it scares me in the night. Some people have never seen Grease; i find that unbeleivable. There is a conifer in my back garden that leans slightly to the left. Each corner of my headboard has a plastic crown on the pole. The person who lives across the road from me gets ants nests every year. I contantly feel inadiquit at things that i know i'm good at. I dont like maths. I drink more tea than my elderly Nan. One day i will ride on the orient express. I fancy Harrison Ford. My nails only get painted with a colour on when theyre long enough to be seen over the top of my fingers. There is a half eaten Galaxy chocolate egg resting on my remote control. My straighteners are wrapped up in a 'neat' formationn on my tele-cabinet. I played keyboard for about half a month. I went to Byrchall, mainly for the reason my friends did and i didnt want to miss anything. Fiona Phillips is too cheerful for that time in the morning. I'm trying to convince myself that i'm organised enough for tomorrow. I'm clearly not. I've just eaten the Galaxy egg. I dont know what the FTSE is. Rollin' with the homies. I really like Elizabeth Arden, 5th Ave. I wish i spoke french as successfully as i french kiss. Oceanic flight 815 takes over most of my time. Markets go up, markets go down. I lose umbrellas alot. There is a fake red rose on top of my un-used sterio system, a button hole from new year. I've stuck pictures all around the monitor of my old computer. I know what dress i'd like for my leavers dinner. Now thatsa firre.
Love, from, Vicky....x
I'm watching room 101. I have a white drama mask tied against my mirror, it scares me in the night. Some people have never seen Grease; i find that unbeleivable. There is a conifer in my back garden that leans slightly to the left. Each corner of my headboard has a plastic crown on the pole. The person who lives across the road from me gets ants nests every year. I contantly feel inadiquit at things that i know i'm good at. I dont like maths. I drink more tea than my elderly Nan. One day i will ride on the orient express. I fancy Harrison Ford. My nails only get painted with a colour on when theyre long enough to be seen over the top of my fingers. There is a half eaten Galaxy chocolate egg resting on my remote control. My straighteners are wrapped up in a 'neat' formationn on my tele-cabinet. I played keyboard for about half a month. I went to Byrchall, mainly for the reason my friends did and i didnt want to miss anything. Fiona Phillips is too cheerful for that time in the morning. I'm trying to convince myself that i'm organised enough for tomorrow. I'm clearly not. I've just eaten the Galaxy egg. I dont know what the FTSE is. Rollin' with the homies. I really like Elizabeth Arden, 5th Ave. I wish i spoke french as successfully as i french kiss. Oceanic flight 815 takes over most of my time. Markets go up, markets go down. I lose umbrellas alot. There is a fake red rose on top of my un-used sterio system, a button hole from new year. I've stuck pictures all around the monitor of my old computer. I know what dress i'd like for my leavers dinner. Now thatsa firre.
Love, from, Vicky....x
Friday, January 18, 2008
Baby whats your name?
Possibly the most famous person in history, Anon has provided the planet with countless works of literary genius. From simple nursery rhymes to hymns and songs, the assortment of classic and contemporary works tend to differ in length, content and target audience.
Anon, or Mr. A as he is occasionally known, has been tracked down and tackled. For the first time in history (to some extent, a Google search will reward you with numerous quotes from the man himself...) Anon will answer the one question people from a trillion different countries and cultures would like to know the answer to.
Anon.; Who are you?
I find that a hard question to answer. I find that I am everybody. I am the rebelish side to you that wants to write your name in a maths text book. I am the reserved side of you that feels unpretty and just wants to hide in the corner all night. I am the regretful side to you that wishes you hadnt said that last stupid sentence. I am the unpredictable side to you that makes an uncharacteristically embarrassing action at an inappropriate time. I am the apprehensive side to you that wants to write thoughts without wanting to claim them. I am the bitchy side of you that feels the urge to add 'No comment' or 'but you didnt hear it from me..' at the end of each breath. I, after an eternity and a day of thinking, have decided that I am nobody. I am just a hidden compartment to everyones brain. Some choose to live by me, others gag me and ignore me. Depending on who you are, i can be your friend or your foe. You can be so scared of yourself, that i become the only thing you ever trust, alternatively; the opposite could apply. Conclusively, i am afraid i cannot answer you. I am everybody, some people and nobody all in one... But dont quote me on that.
Anon, or Mr. A as he is occasionally known, has been tracked down and tackled. For the first time in history (to some extent, a Google search will reward you with numerous quotes from the man himself...) Anon will answer the one question people from a trillion different countries and cultures would like to know the answer to.
Anon.; Who are you?
I find that a hard question to answer. I find that I am everybody. I am the rebelish side to you that wants to write your name in a maths text book. I am the reserved side of you that feels unpretty and just wants to hide in the corner all night. I am the regretful side to you that wishes you hadnt said that last stupid sentence. I am the unpredictable side to you that makes an uncharacteristically embarrassing action at an inappropriate time. I am the apprehensive side to you that wants to write thoughts without wanting to claim them. I am the bitchy side of you that feels the urge to add 'No comment' or 'but you didnt hear it from me..' at the end of each breath. I, after an eternity and a day of thinking, have decided that I am nobody. I am just a hidden compartment to everyones brain. Some choose to live by me, others gag me and ignore me. Depending on who you are, i can be your friend or your foe. You can be so scared of yourself, that i become the only thing you ever trust, alternatively; the opposite could apply. Conclusively, i am afraid i cannot answer you. I am everybody, some people and nobody all in one... But dont quote me on that.
Tuesday, January 8, 2008
The Polyneats perfroming Jump Down.
I was proud of you when the votes were counted. The look on your face when we danced told me that the rented dinner jacket was worth its weight in Cherry Lambrini stains. But mostly, it was just when the papers were scattered across the living room floor and everyone was laughing in agreement at the reasons on them.
Seeing Aaron out the window listening to his brick. He was walking next Louise and she was talking but it was shamefully obvious he was paying very little attention and concentrating more on Modest Mouse or MIA. He looked up from watching his new 'Alex B' shoes and waved at me. Giving me the best of his Aaron-smiles, his eyes seemed to tell me something; a message i couldn't identify. I waved back and turned to look at Soph to see her sat opposite. She was moodily out of the bus window looking at something but clearly taking no notice of it. To someone who knows her, you could tell she was having happy thoughts. To someone who doesn't, you would think she was ready to cry.
The look on the face of Ben 'He's so deeeep' Pickles when his younger sibling was pounding his back with her fist screaming "GO AND GET A HOMOSEXUAL LIFE PISS-FEATURES!" I, regrettably, saw the whole thing from my seat at the top of he stairs in KenfordDrive.. (all one word, as it now gets referred to as nothing else). Her dusty old keyboard perched on my knee, tears streamed down my face and i had to control myself as i made an attempt to distract her with my musical talents, an impression of the boy that started the conflict in the first place. It was pure coincidence that he was, unbeknown to us all, about to knock on her front door. I've never laughed as much in my life.
The memorable, yet somewhat hazy, moment i first saw the lake at Alton Towers. In all its misty-mid-autumn glory. This moment was followed by a row over which way was the quickest to get to the most sought after ride of the day.
Walking through the quad. Ipod ear to me, iPod ear to her. I told the story of Egan and Jenny. I told her all about the story behind the song and how i though she might like it. I remember seeing the reflection of her in Vardens black curtained window - the brief-glance looking glass of every image conscious teenager at Byrchall. I saw her look in to it. To this day, i don't know whether i imagined her wiping a tear from her eye.. or whether it actually fell. Concluding, and symbolising that she had heard enough, she removed the headphone and said these exact words; It's a nice song if you have something to relate it to.
Driving into Glasgow with my dad. Seeing the run down estates and the local people going about their daily lives. His football anthems CD was on in his old car and i was sat in the front seat questioning my sanity. I couldnt quite remember what i was thinking when i agreed to come along. Maybe it was just my willingness for a drive? I dont know. But i remember seeing the Ibrox stadium. My dads face lit up as he pulled into a parking space. He knew his way around the these streets as if he'd lived there all his life. I realised my father dearest wasnt in his home-town. He wasnt even in his own country. But he felt so at home and complete in this city that he jumped out the car as if held at gun point. It was clear, my dad loved it here. I could just tell.
Country roads in Newquay. My heart stopped when i saw Lusty Glaze. Greenday's album American Idiot was pretty much the soundtrack to what would turn out to be the most life-changing week of my life.
Sat in a corner of a grubby on-site pub. My nearest and dearest around me. Phone on the table next to a luke-warm bottle of WKD. The meatloaf tribute act blasting away a version of a classic. As the songs changed his muffled voice pounded over the speaker system announcing his next ensamble. I had other things on my mind. Clarris looked at me slyly. She knew what was coming. A rendition of 'No matter What' began in the back ground as i read the text on my phone. From that moment onwards, my life had been changed. To put a good end to the perfect week.
Friday, December 28, 2007
You know how we do.
'Sometimes when you think lifes going all swimmingly, it will jump right up and kick you in the teeth. Its times like these you realise how much you need your friends.'
- Joanna Murphy
I've had a really good Christmas. Its been perfectly balanced. With the usual trips to varius houses of the family that i havent seen for years and days shopping with my nearest and dearest. One trip in particular resulted in me and Delphine, Aka Sophie Pix to the power of 6, trecking around the Christmas crowds with number extra large gift bags. We simply couldnt control ourselves when we looked at eachother; piled up high with huge bags filled with clothes and festive items.
That was before the long anticipated 25th day of the 12th month. Since then, i have done nothing but lie in bed all day - Lost series 3 box set playing atmospherically in the background and my brand new laptop on, well, my lap. My days spent like that and my nights spent out, being social.. meeting new people and going to new places having new types of fun in new situations. Reminds me of a classis Yellowcard song which i will do the honor of quoting; Sleeping all day staying up all night. That sums it up really..
But dont get me wrong here, the old faithful traditions and people have remained, i have much enjoyed paying visits to old friends and taking advantage of the human instinct to offer left over Christmas food to anything with a heart beat. But at this time of year, for the first time in a long while, i have made the most of being in demand.
The one and only downfall of Jesus' Birthday this year is the abcense of the infamous Delphine, it seems the Scottish folk up in the highlands had the pleasure of her company this year.
I am going to blog more often now. I have no reason not to as i am not as popular as i would perhaps like to be. But..
Thats all for now. Partially because i have momentarily been informed i am to attend a 21st birthday bash in approx ten minutes and as i have previously mentioned.. my days have been little cause to get dressed. If you excuse me, i am dissmissing myself to the bathroom to try to make myself look somewhat presentable..
- Joanna Murphy
I've had a really good Christmas. Its been perfectly balanced. With the usual trips to varius houses of the family that i havent seen for years and days shopping with my nearest and dearest. One trip in particular resulted in me and Delphine, Aka Sophie Pix to the power of 6, trecking around the Christmas crowds with number extra large gift bags. We simply couldnt control ourselves when we looked at eachother; piled up high with huge bags filled with clothes and festive items.
That was before the long anticipated 25th day of the 12th month. Since then, i have done nothing but lie in bed all day - Lost series 3 box set playing atmospherically in the background and my brand new laptop on, well, my lap. My days spent like that and my nights spent out, being social.. meeting new people and going to new places having new types of fun in new situations. Reminds me of a classis Yellowcard song which i will do the honor of quoting; Sleeping all day staying up all night. That sums it up really..
But dont get me wrong here, the old faithful traditions and people have remained, i have much enjoyed paying visits to old friends and taking advantage of the human instinct to offer left over Christmas food to anything with a heart beat. But at this time of year, for the first time in a long while, i have made the most of being in demand.
The one and only downfall of Jesus' Birthday this year is the abcense of the infamous Delphine, it seems the Scottish folk up in the highlands had the pleasure of her company this year.
I am going to blog more often now. I have no reason not to as i am not as popular as i would perhaps like to be. But..
Thats all for now. Partially because i have momentarily been informed i am to attend a 21st birthday bash in approx ten minutes and as i have previously mentioned.. my days have been little cause to get dressed. If you excuse me, i am dissmissing myself to the bathroom to try to make myself look somewhat presentable..
Saturday, December 15, 2007
A New Enemy
I woke up this morning fifteen minutes before my alarm. It was set to go off at 8.45, that way i had time to wash my hair, get ready and still have time to tidy up after the three teenage girls i had strewn in merciless positions across my conservatory sofa.
If i woke up a whole quarter of an hour earlier than i needed to, why on school mornings do i crave that extra ten minutes in bed?
Why in the winter months do i crave the summer holidays, if as soon as it gets hot i start getting ridiculously excited for Christmas?
Why do i continually allow myself to become distracted, then stress about being late and not organised enough?
I decided something.
I have decided that there is truth in the phrase 'You are your own worst enemy.'
I figured that everything that i am as a person, is completely unique to me.
If i met someone who had the same personality and habbits as me, i would absolutely despise them.
Dont worry, i'm not starting with the i hate my life act. Because i dont. And i'm not going to tell you that i hate myself, because i most certainly do not. I'm simply saying that due to the fact you are constantly in contact with yourself and your somewhat irreplaceable ways, you grow to dislike the way you do things.
That isnt a bad thing, yet, i dont think it is good either.
Its a fact of life.
We annoy ourselves because each characteristic we own is personal and distinctive, causing others to either like it or dislike it. If you live with something for too long you become bored. Therefore as human beings, one of the only species in existance that physically and mentally requires change as an essential part of development, we generally start to become our own worst enemies, purely because we are stuck with ourselves, something we cannot escape or change.
If i woke up a whole quarter of an hour earlier than i needed to, why on school mornings do i crave that extra ten minutes in bed?
Why in the winter months do i crave the summer holidays, if as soon as it gets hot i start getting ridiculously excited for Christmas?
Why do i continually allow myself to become distracted, then stress about being late and not organised enough?
I decided something.
I have decided that there is truth in the phrase 'You are your own worst enemy.'
I figured that everything that i am as a person, is completely unique to me.
If i met someone who had the same personality and habbits as me, i would absolutely despise them.
Dont worry, i'm not starting with the i hate my life act. Because i dont. And i'm not going to tell you that i hate myself, because i most certainly do not. I'm simply saying that due to the fact you are constantly in contact with yourself and your somewhat irreplaceable ways, you grow to dislike the way you do things.
That isnt a bad thing, yet, i dont think it is good either.
Its a fact of life.
We annoy ourselves because each characteristic we own is personal and distinctive, causing others to either like it or dislike it. If you live with something for too long you become bored. Therefore as human beings, one of the only species in existance that physically and mentally requires change as an essential part of development, we generally start to become our own worst enemies, purely because we are stuck with ourselves, something we cannot escape or change.
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