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Projection

9 Aug

I have a secret project that I can’t tell you about, internet.

Because that’s the way things have ended up. I’ve reached an impasse with this blog. I’ve run out of things to say that are interesting and engaging and worthy of being read by the wider public, but I’m not really keen on going too far in the other direction either. I don’t want to have a full-blown emo web-journal. That’s far too 2008.

Whoa, second shoddy paint-graph in 2 posts.

So I’ll revert to music chatter.

I’ve crafted an amazing playlist packed full of unbridled joy and rainbows, and I don’t even care that there are songs on it that old-me might have been ashamed of. Screw you, old-me.

I recognise CMYK doesn’t really scream ‘happy joy joy’ but my fifteen year old sister’s reaction to it amuses me to no end (she’s utterly terrified of it, not in an ‘over-the-top-to-be-humorous’ way, in a proper completely freaked out by it way) and seeing James play it live was a little bit special, so it counts as happy for me.

Other stand-out tracks at the moment are this:


And this:


If you’re the type of person who feels no joy at the ‘c’mon Ginger slam’ line, you are the type of person I shall henceforth avoid.

It speaks to me.

I was thinking about getting a tumblr to combat my horrible blogging of late. BUT if I got a tumblr (which will never happen) (except I do have one, mostly as a place-holder for a name) I would only ever post GIFs of Kit Harington (Jon Snow, Westeros Hipster) and answer hundreds and hundreds of questionnaires about myself, like the one below.

I can’t get to sleep without: 6 pillows, 2 blankets, a fan running, 2 cups of tea, upwards of a hundred glow-in-the-dark stars 

If I were a doll, the accessories packaged with me would be: labcoat, sensible shoes (not in the lesbian sense), an iPod, a strawberry?

I have an irrational fear of: eels

At my grandparents house I usually eat: cake and potatoes

When I was born I weighed: less than I do now

I am most opposed to: extremists, you know, the kind who jump off bridges with parachutes.

On myspace I like to stalk: ha. myspace. but yes, I like to stalk.

I am too old to be: on myspace. 

I find the thought of childbirth: terrifying.

Next door to my house is: another house.

My feet are: room temperature.

My preferred style of jeans are: skinny, for I am a hipster, and it is a requirement of my people.

I know how to cook: lemons and olives (with pasta)

I am annoyed at: english classes.

Men should always: wash.

Women should never: be impolite in company. ’tisn’t proper.

The scariest sea creature is: eel

The world is over populated with: eels

I recently broke: my fruit ninja record.

I last cried because: I felt sad.

I would like to be in an advertisement for: British tourism

My favorite shoes are: my rainbow heels, but they’re impractical for lab-work, so Cons are good too.

My mothers’ greatest fear is: aeroplanes.

And so on and so forth. So really, consider yourselves lucky I haven’t entered the world of tumblr properly (though if anyone can pick which tumblr account I created, I’ll reward them… hint; it’s pretentious and slightly Blur-themed)…

Think I’ll watch British panel shows and knit some things.

Love to your mothers.

xx

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Misleading

8 Sep

This is hell itself, but it looks quite lovely. Chemistry tends to be like that.

It looks like a spacey drug trip... but it's actually a Weissenburg Plot.