Newest completely and utterly non lesbian crush ...

Lily fucking Allen. Courtesy of darling little brother, I got to see her live in Brighton on Sunday, and despite having a poorly throat she was still AMAZING. Cheeky little minx.

A repeating pattern?

Second night in a row of going out with high expectations, and a plan involving an ACTUAL club/band and then ending up spending the entire night getting steadily intoxicated in the pav tav and completely forgetting said plans. Cringe.

HELLO

Guess who totally just ebayed themselves a friggin hamburger phone? Now THAT is a fiver well spent.

Peas will be peas

I have a story. Once upon a time there was a pea. She didn't know she was a pea untill she met anouther pea. He was a sweet pea and she was a dumpy pea. The sweet pea liked ducks and Rocky, the dumpy one also liked ducks but wasn't ever so keen on Rocky. Despite the sweet pea's best attempts, dumpy never did quite catch on to the whole Rocky-fetish thing.
Once, sweet pea went to a Kanye West concert in Brighton town, he went on the pier before he went and he won two teddies. These teddies also attended the Kanye West concert before making their way to their new home inbetween the cushions on dumpy's sofa.
On anouther day, sweet pea, dumpy pea and the two teddies watched Disney films, and that was the day when sweet pea lost a biscuit eating competition to a swine. And then cried and compared bambi's mum to fiddy cent.
Dumpy pea bought sweet pea a tin of peas once, sweet pea still has them.
Maybe one day they'll get eaten, but if i'm honest they are probably mouldy by now because it was a mighty long time ago, which makes me happy because these pea's are still pea's, and still will be when they're 64 and wrinkled old peas. :)

A definition of true political ignorance

I just fell off my chair in an evidently too-frantic attempt to change the channel on'telly as the news came on. Family Guy was on the other side. Peace has been restored.

Russell, darling

endless hours of entertainment

even his voice is sexy, why is it that men with a quite frankly SICK (in the "and twisted" way) sense of humor just make me drool and go all weak at the knees? Oh my.
Think I may also have an unhealthy penchant for really bad hairstyles aswell, worrying.

Rain rain go away

It's amazing (and also pretty depressing) how a change in weather can instantly change everybodies mood. On a day like today, everything seem's so much worse than it would if the sun was shining, oh to live in a never-ending summer.
Having said that, it is quite nice to sit in a duvet with a big mug of tea, hearing the pitter patters outside ... shame that days spent like that are somewhat unrealistic if you actually have a life.
*does a sun dance*

What those plasticine people got up to today ...

Till number 2

Again, seriously? For the fifth week in a row, fml. Working in a supermarket isn't so fly at the best of times, but till number 2? PLEASE. It's the one at the very end, where nobody vaugley interesting dares to venture. I have spent the best part of my day twiddling my thumbs and serving the occasional oldie who thinks it's witty to say "Oh, you look bored, shall I come and keep you company? wink." rant rant rant. Pub.

Note to self

Cider plus wine plus cider (plus wine, plus cider) equals bad news.
and leads to bruises and sore heads.

Please tell me i'm not just incredibly immature ...

... but does anyone else find this, quite frankly hilarious?
Spotted it on my travels today, oh it made me chuckle.

Love this.

I want to share my friend Fanny's fabulous animation skillz :)
cause she's too lovely to boast about them herself, so I'll do it for her...

"Oh look, it's a hot water bottle"

Or a hot air balloon, same thing really. Just floating along over the garden yesterday afternoon, making the strangest noises.

(soveryjealoussomeonepleasebuymearideinoneofthose)

Words for the soul

"Each friend represents a world in us, a world possibly not born until they arrive, and it is only by this meeting that a new world is born."

- Anais Nin
A diary entry, March 1937

sweet dreams x

Far from sweet

I can't decide if this film gives me goosebumps for all the right reasons, or all the wrong ones - but it is a beautiful film nontheless. Despite the title; it is most certainly not sugar coated, telling a harrowing tale of the entwined love, desparation, euphoria and pain of two heroin addicts. Very absorbing.

Candy, 2006.
(Its got Heath Ledger in it ... need I say more?)

Just as predicted. Sniffle.

Hours spent doing college work: (Ie. glued to facebook whilst absent mindedly playing with plasticine) probably about 6. Shameful.
Hours spent being productive: 0.5
Rediscovered winter wonders: One poxy (although rather woolly) jumper.
Number of tissues that I have sniffled my way through: 9832178913642688 kazillion.
Ughhhhhhh. However, on the sunny side - I now have three little plasticine chums. winner.

note to self: plasticine people never get ill, bahstadz.

Snotty tissues and rediscoveries.

Feeling a bit too sorry for myself at the moment, sitting in bed wondering if i actually maybe might probably not but it is a possibility have the dreaded swine. Yeah, I probably don't, but. Anyway, a day of nothing. I have decided to use this little gem of time to go on a treasure hunt. It is definately that time of year when you gotta haul out the winter clothes and (all too soon) put the summer ones to bed. Joyous Joys. I wonder what I'll rediscover? If it's the fact that I have no winter clothes to wear whatsoever (which I think might sadly be the case,) I may cry. Wish me luck.

Le Moustache

DEFINATELY the next big thing, no?