JANUARY, TOP OF THE POPS!!!!!!
Break is ending (I’m flying to Denver tomorrow, or technically today) and so I figured I should post something, as I haven’t in ages.
All in all, it’s been a really good break. Jackpot, bad pool, hotties, cider, cheap beer, a “true story jew story,” and my favorite hotties. Spent loads of time being a gushing, happy-sappy idiot with Catherine and Amanda, which was nice (and unbelievably unexpected).
My week in London was fantastic beyond words. I don’t think I was properly dry the entire time, but it was so amazing being back…so amazing seeing everyone…so amazing just to walk around. Tom’s birthday was amaaaazing. Apparently, Patrick Wolf was there, but I didn’t notice (it was really hard to see anything, honestly). Best moment: during an otherwise normal conversation (about the music or something like that) with an old friend: “So do you want me to come home with you?” “I’m sleeping on my friend’s couch.” “Oh, oh right…(and a very forlorn look).” Generally: I got to drink Babycham and stock up on Malteesers and PG tips, eat Nambucca chips, steal Alex Villain’s hat, got hit on on the bus, blew far too much money on records and drinks, and finally got a pair of Wellies. I met some pretty swell Germans and caught up with everyone else. Unfortunately, there are a few people I failed to get in touch with, my badge-it is still in foster care, and I forgot to bring back ginger biscuits. Hmph. Amazing week, though.
My cousins came to town for a very very long weekend just after I got back in the country, which…..well, I love them because they’re family and they’re fun and lovely, but I can’t even begin to describe how much I hate it when they’re here. I spent loads of time carrying a 7-year old around and letting her have her way with nearly everything in my room (which I wasn’t sleeping in, by the way). It’s great to see them, but I’m kind of glad it only happens for one weekend at a time….they’re just a bit too energetic for me. I went to two very good gigs: SNMNMNMNMNMNMNM (or not so many Ns and Ms) with the Llama and then Can Joann/Cataract Camp/Cities with all the hotties. The latter was great (dancing to CJ like idiots, playing CC’s cowbell during their last song and dancing like an idiot some more) but it was really odd seeing Cities (as the guitarist is my ex’s best friend and I haven’t spoken to either of them in nearly 4 years because it didn’t really end well, to say the least).
And…erm…that’s about it, really. I’m going to Denver tomorrow, and as much as I don’t really want to be there (school, etc), I’m looking forward to it (mainly because of who’s picking me up). And I’m really sick of being in my parents’ house. I have got to find something else to do this summer……Um, there might be pictures up sooner or later, if my camera starts working again.
OH! And Black Wire are coming to America, and I'm going to find a way to get to NYC/LA/San Fran/Chicago/wherever if it kills me! Huzzah!
All in all, it’s been a really good break. Jackpot, bad pool, hotties, cider, cheap beer, a “true story jew story,” and my favorite hotties. Spent loads of time being a gushing, happy-sappy idiot with Catherine and Amanda, which was nice (and unbelievably unexpected).
My week in London was fantastic beyond words. I don’t think I was properly dry the entire time, but it was so amazing being back…so amazing seeing everyone…so amazing just to walk around. Tom’s birthday was amaaaazing. Apparently, Patrick Wolf was there, but I didn’t notice (it was really hard to see anything, honestly). Best moment: during an otherwise normal conversation (about the music or something like that) with an old friend: “So do you want me to come home with you?” “I’m sleeping on my friend’s couch.” “Oh, oh right…(and a very forlorn look).” Generally: I got to drink Babycham and stock up on Malteesers and PG tips, eat Nambucca chips, steal Alex Villain’s hat, got hit on on the bus, blew far too much money on records and drinks, and finally got a pair of Wellies. I met some pretty swell Germans and caught up with everyone else. Unfortunately, there are a few people I failed to get in touch with, my badge-it is still in foster care, and I forgot to bring back ginger biscuits. Hmph. Amazing week, though.
My cousins came to town for a very very long weekend just after I got back in the country, which…..well, I love them because they’re family and they’re fun and lovely, but I can’t even begin to describe how much I hate it when they’re here. I spent loads of time carrying a 7-year old around and letting her have her way with nearly everything in my room (which I wasn’t sleeping in, by the way). It’s great to see them, but I’m kind of glad it only happens for one weekend at a time….they’re just a bit too energetic for me. I went to two very good gigs: SNMNMNMNMNMNMNM (or not so many Ns and Ms) with the Llama and then Can Joann/Cataract Camp/Cities with all the hotties. The latter was great (dancing to CJ like idiots, playing CC’s cowbell during their last song and dancing like an idiot some more) but it was really odd seeing Cities (as the guitarist is my ex’s best friend and I haven’t spoken to either of them in nearly 4 years because it didn’t really end well, to say the least).
And…erm…that’s about it, really. I’m going to Denver tomorrow, and as much as I don’t really want to be there (school, etc), I’m looking forward to it (mainly because of who’s picking me up). And I’m really sick of being in my parents’ house. I have got to find something else to do this summer……Um, there might be pictures up sooner or later, if my camera starts working again.
OH! And Black Wire are coming to America, and I'm going to find a way to get to NYC/LA/San Fran/Chicago/wherever if it kills me! Huzzah!