I have nothing to blog about...

Today my big original thought was how for masturbation being socially unacceptable to talk about there are alot of songs about it


heres my(quite obvious) top 5

1)Blister in The Sun - Violent Femmes

2)Touch Myself - The Divinyls

3)Thinking About You - Radiohead

4)Dancing With Myself - Billy Joel...tho i prefer the Nouvelle Vague version methinks

5) Turning Japanese - The Vapours...unless someone can categorically prove that Whip It by Devo is about doing the durty to yerself



"and im with another boy//he's asleep, im wide awake//and he tried to win my heart//but its taken . . . . . time//i know the shape of your hands because i watch em when you talk//and i know the shape of your body cause i watch it when you walk"

"i hate rant blogs"

i dont...i like to rant

but as apparently the peeps arent into this kinda thing il say only one thing...

jeez


just jeez

this is most upsetting

Jay
"crying in the cabride home//with frank sinatra on the radio//but it might as well have been lil kim//when every song you hear still reminds you of him"

im in a very yeatsian place these days

When I had laid it on the floor
I went to blow the fire a-flame,
But something rustled on the floor,
And some one called me by my name:
It had become a glimmering girl
With apple blossom in her hair
Who called me by my name and ran
And faded through the brightening air


which leads us nicely into yeats' link with Bell X1..they're awesome...you'd hate them...unless you're as uncool as me...which you're probably not iafl


"no your not maud gonne/but then agian neither was she//no you're not Maud Gonne//but then again neither was she"




jay,
"so how many did you take//beating yourself up for your mistakes//you know the punishment dont fit//when you weigh it up against the hit//guilty prayers pointless ends//pointless lessons, pointless friends//god knows ive wasted too much time, chasing bad dreams outta my mind"

I think our flat needs a name...

i suggest something cottage

ideas for the something to be sent to

Placeholder cottage*
8 lisburn Road
Belfast



public displays of affection sober...gawd i hate myself...actually i dont...i love me...seriously...im obsessed...if i wasnt so awesome it would be a problem...jeez...look at me...woah


anyshoo...im gone for a week...thats right, a whole week...whatever will you all do without me...miss me, thats what.


*Dear internet stalkers...im just making it all too easy


Jay,
nicotine stained on account of a crutch//and im aching from fucking too much.

everthing alrigh-oh

1. There's an anti-bullying poster on the bus stop outside. It says that to kick out(cos its a football themed poster y'see...oh ho ho...puns) that kids should enter a poetry and art competition.

ummmm

these are eight year old kids...eight year old bullies are gonna stop and think to themselves i should stop wailing on this kid cos he wrote a poem?...oh man...i mean really...i hope the kids dont listen...there'd be so many wedgies

As we all know the correct way to stop bullying is to beat up somebody in front of them...its what south park taught us

2.Took a gander at the NME cool list...i hadnt heard of some of the people in it...but then in a world where Alice "why has nobody noticed i look like a boy?" Glass* is the best we got i dont wanna be cool.

For the record:

1.Jason Pierce
2.Karen O
3.Ryan Jarman
4.Pete Doherty

5. Julian Casablancas

(look at her...donchee look like a boy?)

3.You know those guys that all girls complain about...the type that are actively sickened by the thought of a girlfriend...i became one...i didnt even realise...just sat back one day having a conversation and out it came...curious.

4.Everyone should see Neon Neon...of course, you cant...cos they're only doing one tour...well you really missed the boat on that one...so very, VERY, good.

5. I dont wish to pee on the parade(i like it when you are all happy...believe me i do) but in the last eight years the national debt of America has doubled since, you know, the beginning of time...that takes more than eight years to fix. All that guff in the Middle East...takes more than eight years to fix. All this "change" is gonna take longer than the fella has...but urm...yes...yay i guess?

*i actually think Crystal Castles are okay...she's just really not cool s'all

This blog was brought to you by Emmanuelle Vaugier...well it wasnt...but imagine how sexy it would have been if it was?

Jay,
"I need a car//You need a guide//Who needs a map//If I don't die or worse I'm gonna need a nap//At best I'll be asleep when you get back"

dude we broke the cake

Today was supposed to be so productive...i had twenty five and a half hours in a row in belfast with no work or class for the first time in two weeks



Im still in bed



im not dressed



i havent been to the bank



its four o'clock



im watching daria on youtube



Oh well









Jay,



"oh raquel you fill me with inertia//oh racquel im nervous when i touch you"

Wise men say...

only fools rush in, but i cant help falling in love with you.

it remains unlikely that i ever have or ever will feel stronger for anybody than i do for Harry Redknapp right now.

jay,

and its tottenham hotspur//tottenham hotspur f.c//we're by far the greatest team the world has ever seen