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who the hell is phil kirby and why is he poking me on facebook?
isnt it strange how you forgot how horrible some things are?
kates flat is nice and warm and cosy and tidy
amandas flat is not
im absolutely fucking freezing... i forgot about wearing thermal leggins
we are T-minus 9 days untill extended essay is due... so of course today i plan on going to h+m to buy coloured tights and wooly tights and other such wonderful things... and im tidying my room... washing my clothes... changing my bedding... im SURE i'll start my essay tomorrow... just positive of it...
all of a sudden i feel like i dont fit... like a little round peg thats been pushed into a square hole... im in there but i cant feel the sides... not all of them at once anyway...
if i asked nicely... would you kiss me on the lips?
interpol was weird... but brilliant... but weird...
got to carling at 6.30 and the que was already around the corner... before they let us in a security guard came around and said 'by the bands request no flash photography will be allowed' so theyre going to take my camera off me... i overreacted slightly and put my little camera in the waist band of my tights... all i really needed to do was put it in my coat pocket... but hey ho... see they've taken my camera off me before at the carling academy... they give you a little raffle ticket in return... and that process would have completely voiding standing in the cold for half an hour to get close to the front
anyway.. by the time i got to the front it was already pretty much full of tall people... one long row of tall people... so my options were... stand right at the side and maybe not see everything and definitely not see d.kessler when hes all over the place... so instead i stood behind two tiny overexcited japanese girls... bonus! so i had a great view... only thing being it felt really weird... firstly because i wasnt there with kate and chris... but also because i knew louise and craig were somewhere in the venue... so it wasnt my usual standing on my own at a gig... it was standing there with ghosts...
ok im talking rubbish now... but it was weird
i couldnt stop looking at p.banks with pure amazement... how does that voice come out of him?! where does it come from?! i dont understand!! they all looked dead pleased to be there tho... kept accidentally breaking their cool glassy stare with a bit of a grin between songs because despite not being sold out (still some seating left) the crowd LOVED it...
the support were weird tho... friendly fires... they were alright but i think the lead singer was trying to induce joy division esq seizures as he kept holding a strobe light right next to his face and starring into it... weirdo
im getting hungry and ive got no food... so im gonna change my bed... sort all my washing (how did i get so many clothes that needed washing?!) into 2 bags (dark and light) and finally get dressed...
how comes you're not here?
it doesnt make any sense not going out with you... not anymore...
isnt it strange how you forgot how horrible some things are?
kates flat is nice and warm and cosy and tidy
amandas flat is not
im absolutely fucking freezing... i forgot about wearing thermal leggins
we are T-minus 9 days untill extended essay is due... so of course today i plan on going to h+m to buy coloured tights and wooly tights and other such wonderful things... and im tidying my room... washing my clothes... changing my bedding... im SURE i'll start my essay tomorrow... just positive of it...
all of a sudden i feel like i dont fit... like a little round peg thats been pushed into a square hole... im in there but i cant feel the sides... not all of them at once anyway...
if i asked nicely... would you kiss me on the lips?
interpol was weird... but brilliant... but weird...
got to carling at 6.30 and the que was already around the corner... before they let us in a security guard came around and said 'by the bands request no flash photography will be allowed' so theyre going to take my camera off me... i overreacted slightly and put my little camera in the waist band of my tights... all i really needed to do was put it in my coat pocket... but hey ho... see they've taken my camera off me before at the carling academy... they give you a little raffle ticket in return... and that process would have completely voiding standing in the cold for half an hour to get close to the front
anyway.. by the time i got to the front it was already pretty much full of tall people... one long row of tall people... so my options were... stand right at the side and maybe not see everything and definitely not see d.kessler when hes all over the place... so instead i stood behind two tiny overexcited japanese girls... bonus! so i had a great view... only thing being it felt really weird... firstly because i wasnt there with kate and chris... but also because i knew louise and craig were somewhere in the venue... so it wasnt my usual standing on my own at a gig... it was standing there with ghosts...
ok im talking rubbish now... but it was weird
i couldnt stop looking at p.banks with pure amazement... how does that voice come out of him?! where does it come from?! i dont understand!! they all looked dead pleased to be there tho... kept accidentally breaking their cool glassy stare with a bit of a grin between songs because despite not being sold out (still some seating left) the crowd LOVED it...
the support were weird tho... friendly fires... they were alright but i think the lead singer was trying to induce joy division esq seizures as he kept holding a strobe light right next to his face and starring into it... weirdo
im getting hungry and ive got no food... so im gonna change my bed... sort all my washing (how did i get so many clothes that needed washing?!) into 2 bags (dark and light) and finally get dressed...
how comes you're not here?
it doesnt make any sense not going out with you... not anymore...