glastonbury
Although wasn't as good as past two years, I'm still glad I went. The mud was so..um, well muddy. And my tent flooded, and Vicky's tent sagged and had puddles of water everywhere. And I had no clean clothes, so much of the time was spent psyching ourselves up to wade through litres of mud.
Best Band: Snow Patrol. Thank you to tall sexy guy who put me on his shoulders for my favourite track.
Next Best: PJ Harvey, wow she's a sexy bitch.
Next Best: Loonlaloop. Kinda a tribal trancey woo-woo ecstacy inducing style and it was sooo yay.
Other bands I saw were Orbital, Damien Rice, The Bees, I am Kloot, Scissor Sisters, Goldielookin Chain, Wilcom, Rapture, bits of Goldfrapp, bits of Levellers, Jamie Cullum, Daara J, Future World Funk DJs.
I tried to see #Tindersticks for Ben but failed. Urk, worst moment:
panic attack having being caught in middle of Oasis-fan-thug crowd at Pyramid Stage...believe me it was HORRIBLE, took 30 mins to get to other side and then I sat in a field (muddy) near the Jazz world and hoped Damon would come and rescue me...he didn't.
Wanker.
Vicky did!!
Met up with my sister and alex, Ian, Oliver at healing fields (favey, magical bit of glasto) and it was fun. Last night we didn't sleep, stayed in healing fields area, in groovy movie tent and sat and watched trancey stuff and I chatted to some nice hippies and then met these cool guys who looked straight out of Velvet Goldmine! Cool!
Later these thugs (obviously oasis fans) appeared and randomly started on us (this is glasto...what they doing here?) and kept trying to grab vicky for a snog, and kept pulling her chair back, i ended up grabbing her legs to keep the balance! I was called Mother Theresa (maybe coz of my cannabis bandana???) which amused me. They were odd people.
Overal, it wasn't brilliant glasto, but the bits i enjoyed i REALLY enjoyed and it ruled.
I liked the dance tent bit esp, weird, i thought i looked like a right mong, as i pulled on only clean(ish) clothes and the trousers caked in mud, but like I weirdly felt way sexy!! and yeah I got all confident and danced my ass off, hehe sex appeal baby!
Its so fab, ive recently felt so great about myself. Its a self fulfilling prophecy. When I felt icky and ugly, people sense that and stay off, and so it proves to you that you are. But recently I've been feeling, yeah im ok, i have sex appeal! im sexeh! and i love my tits and my waist! and my hair, wow!! and ive sooo noticed some guys looking, yay im gonna b a vain trendy!!!
all set for hospital in two days...scared....but excited....wonder if ill look worse or better?
anyhoo, enough ranting, I'm sexy, I feel good..but emotionally im fucking depressed.
Possible reasons:
1) anti climax, glastonbury having ended
2) forgot two doses of drugs, shhh
3) bit wobbly on certain people at the moment...yes wobbly is right word.
4) dreading going back to uni!!!! its real life, thats y. I wanna stay in dream, fairy world. I hope we get a nice tenant...
Must have stoner session soon, must write more of my prose, must do more art, must stay positive, mustn't cut.
I WILL NOT CUT,
no baby! or damon will shake his sexy head at me.
ende.
Best Band: Snow Patrol. Thank you to tall sexy guy who put me on his shoulders for my favourite track.
Next Best: PJ Harvey, wow she's a sexy bitch.
Next Best: Loonlaloop. Kinda a tribal trancey woo-woo ecstacy inducing style and it was sooo yay.
Other bands I saw were Orbital, Damien Rice, The Bees, I am Kloot, Scissor Sisters, Goldielookin Chain, Wilcom, Rapture, bits of Goldfrapp, bits of Levellers, Jamie Cullum, Daara J, Future World Funk DJs.
I tried to see #Tindersticks for Ben but failed. Urk, worst moment:
panic attack having being caught in middle of Oasis-fan-thug crowd at Pyramid Stage...believe me it was HORRIBLE, took 30 mins to get to other side and then I sat in a field (muddy) near the Jazz world and hoped Damon would come and rescue me...he didn't.
Wanker.
Vicky did!!
Met up with my sister and alex, Ian, Oliver at healing fields (favey, magical bit of glasto) and it was fun. Last night we didn't sleep, stayed in healing fields area, in groovy movie tent and sat and watched trancey stuff and I chatted to some nice hippies and then met these cool guys who looked straight out of Velvet Goldmine! Cool!
Later these thugs (obviously oasis fans) appeared and randomly started on us (this is glasto...what they doing here?) and kept trying to grab vicky for a snog, and kept pulling her chair back, i ended up grabbing her legs to keep the balance! I was called Mother Theresa (maybe coz of my cannabis bandana???) which amused me. They were odd people.
Overal, it wasn't brilliant glasto, but the bits i enjoyed i REALLY enjoyed and it ruled.
I liked the dance tent bit esp, weird, i thought i looked like a right mong, as i pulled on only clean(ish) clothes and the trousers caked in mud, but like I weirdly felt way sexy!! and yeah I got all confident and danced my ass off, hehe sex appeal baby!
Its so fab, ive recently felt so great about myself. Its a self fulfilling prophecy. When I felt icky and ugly, people sense that and stay off, and so it proves to you that you are. But recently I've been feeling, yeah im ok, i have sex appeal! im sexeh! and i love my tits and my waist! and my hair, wow!! and ive sooo noticed some guys looking, yay im gonna b a vain trendy!!!
all set for hospital in two days...scared....but excited....wonder if ill look worse or better?
anyhoo, enough ranting, I'm sexy, I feel good..but emotionally im fucking depressed.
Possible reasons:
1) anti climax, glastonbury having ended
2) forgot two doses of drugs, shhh
3) bit wobbly on certain people at the moment...yes wobbly is right word.
4) dreading going back to uni!!!! its real life, thats y. I wanna stay in dream, fairy world. I hope we get a nice tenant...
Must have stoner session soon, must write more of my prose, must do more art, must stay positive, mustn't cut.
I WILL NOT CUT,
no baby! or damon will shake his sexy head at me.
ende.