Seriously but not serious at all fun times!

Ok, so you may or may not know that a very good friend of mine lives in a castle. Oh yeah, and not a namby pamby one either, it's a legit castle.

So we had this concert, right? It was cute, and by candlelight, and it was John's birthday. Castle Man John. 18 and all of that jazz! So, what do the kids from choir do?

CELEBRATE CHEZ SAID CASTLE DE JOHN!

Finish the concert, nip to Tesco for party supplies like pizza&pop, and get layered up. This castle was chozzen (that's VERY cold, like 4 degrees, the temperature of your FRIDGE man). I travelled with Rachael, Liz and parents, but only Rachael and I got out of the car at the castle gates. Oh , this even sounds fun, does it not? IT'S A FREAKING CASTLE!!!!!!!!!!

We got there, safe and ready for cold conditions, dumped our bags in the ballroom and set up a badminton net and staging. As you do. Musical escapades ensued, lovely, funny conversations, huddling together, talking to new people from choir, everyone together. Brilliant! Badminton, pizza transportage, cold hands, sleeping bags, boys wearing sports bras, impressions of our conductors...

Then once the food and beverages were demolished and many people were complaining of numbness in their limbs due to the cold, we decided to head upstairs into the living quarters bit of John's house, where there was heat, more food, more beverages, and not very much space, well, in the kitchen for the 20 of us anyway. 5 people left, and it soon became 2 a.m.

No problem for me, I am hardcore. A few energy beverages (I am fond of that term) inside me, caffine, happy feelings kicking around my body, I was having a great time. A few people had snuggled up next to the wood burner, and I don't blame them.

When the clock struck 3:30 am, the boys and a few of the girls decided to go on a walk to wake them up some more. They were gone for...ooh, at least an hour, and three of them, about 2 hours. Apparently, they managed to get to this ice cave that smelled like decay and would be the perfect place for hiding bodies etc. Creepy! Anyway, the other three (boys, duh) decided to go SLEDGING. AT 4 AM.

GOOD. BOYS. INDEED.

John smashed a sledge in half because, get this, they were sledging on an iced over GOLF COURSE. Yes, that's right, living on the edge. So each of them returned injured, bruised, but full of cheer, absolutely. More people had curled up in sleeping bags and coats by now, because Pippa and I had laid out cushions for a sweet little lay down in the middle of the kitchen, where it was warm and lovely. Conversations flowed, 5 am came and went, rice with butter was served, pizzas were found and eaten (more, obviously), Eleanor ate MAYONNAISE with her rice. I think we can *all* see that as just plain wrong. Anywhoo, we put Shrek 2 on, and it got to 6 am and I was restless as were Lewis and John so we talked some more and Lewis finally got changed out of his concert uniform, after having been SLEDGING in it! We then pottered off downstairs to play some badminton to stay awake.

I absolutely THRASHED them ladies and gents. So much so that Lewis actually split his pants trying to dive to hit my slam shot. LITERALLY RIPPED THE CROTCH OF HIS JEANS DOWN ONE SIDE, TO HIS KNEE. His knee! It's fair to say I was absolutely bent double with laughter at this point, with a splinter in my foot which I successfully removed safely and effectively later. When we decided we were awake enough, we went back upstairs and John and Lewis found a stuffed pheasant. They put it next to Lav so that when he woke up he just stared at it and smelled it, and looked disappointed. We were expecting him to hug or cradle it or something!

Anyway, Shrek 2 finished, it was loud and people were fidgety, so John made tea and put West Side Story on, and before I knew it, his parents were up making us a cooked breakfast and I had lost my shoes and Lav was fast asleep, and Robert Bass was sleeping in my sleeping bag looking like the most adorable little man ever, and emerged looking like a vole. It was SO CUTE, I do adore Robert! He's 13 and so lovely, awww what a lovely boy! Rachael somehow STILL slept though this, and Conor managed to wake up, people gathered blankets and layers of clothing, Charles had a freshening shower and we began to make our ways home.

I gave John a musical box card that played Happy Birthday, and he said it was the highlight of his day. He had not witnessed the ripping of Lewis' trousers or his high-speed golf course terrain manouvering on ice yet, but it was lovely to see him so pleased!

I'd like to thank his family for being so welcoming and caring, and here's to many more years John!

I was one of the hardcore 4 who hadn't slept a bare wink ALL DAY, and managed to from 9:00am to 11:20, I was very pleased. Congratulations to Eleanor, myself, John and Charles.

Elitist Castle Party Goers.

Anyway, I should probably catch up on this insane loss of sleep right now, yes?

I shall go and do that.

Oh, and I've *really* lost my voice. It started on Saturday at *that* concert, and yesterday/this morning totally erased it. Gone, poof. It sounds like I'm choking on gravel and gasping for air when I speak. It's also quite painful.

Tatty bye,

Haze

Overused word will be overused in this post

SO!

I have this huge blogging guilt. I've started like three accounts of things that have happened recently, and then I got really sad all of a sudden and couldn't finish writing it. Then, I started another document, and left the computer station at school and came home, terminating that little writing session. I'll dump that story here and now:

The 25^th November, is officially a snow day. Here, in Durham, we have about 4/6 inches of snow. Yet, I’m still in school. Technically, I have nothing to do in this lesson, so I decided I’d finally write something for you lot to read. If you still do of course. We’re discussing how rubbish Twilight is, and the pathetic nature of Bella as a protagonist. GO KATNISS AND HERMIONE!!!!!! Now it’s Christmas. I’m getting really excited; my Textiles teacher for theory is a super supporter of the Christmas spirit, especially in light of this flurry of snow.

On Tuesday, something really funny but also quite terrifying happened to me. I went to Reading Group (normal, perfectly) but didn’t have any time to get to the toilets or anything, so I ran to tutor, dumped my bags and went to the toilets under the stairs in the languages block. As I walked into the toilets, I saw a lot of flour on the floor. This was weird, even though I know Year 8 Girls hang around in there and eat food (super minging). Yet, they're still messy, and had spilled a whole bag of flour down a toilet and all over the floor. I did a little wretch and went into the disabled toilet at the end, because it's the only one that ever has toilet paper. I heard someone open the door and say "there's flour everywhere" and then the door closed. I came out of the cubicle, washed my hands and went over to the drier, avoiding the flour patch. After laughing to myself and my little head-made reference to Barbershopera III (innefective hand-driers), I made my way to the door. Grasping the handle, I pulled it towards myself with adequate force to open it and let myself out of the flour pit. Alas, the door did not swing, not even an inch. (An inch is quite a lot actually). Repeating the door opening movement, I repositioned my feet, and tugged at the handle some more. Locked. In. The. Floury. Toilets. FOREVER. I looked through the frosted glass of the door and thumped on it. "HELP! I'M IN HERE!" I shouted, really rather lamely all things considered. Thankfully, our technician walked down the stairs and heard me banging against the door. "Thankyou!" I cried, mercifully wanting to say "YOU HAVE SAVED ME, WHATEVER CAN I DO TO THANK YOU ENOUGH?", but I just left it at that. Mel (the technician) tried to kick the door down for me. I shouted back "It's locked man! Don't try!" and he escaped to go and get someone with a key. It turned out that Mr.Dodds had locked them up, and what with him being a member of male staff and all, didn't go in to check if anyone was still in there, and just LOCKED THE DOOR ANYWAY. I left the floury-pit feeling a little shaken, and only told two people about my strange adventure, feeling quite shocked really.

(Just as a little note, it has taken me so long to write this blog during today, that the sun has naturally set and I was plunged into darkness, a sign that my work really does need to be done soon. So, being me, I continue to write the blog...)

As I sit here, my feet are getting considerably colder, and I'm at my little work station. That is, I've closed the lid on my electric piano, and plonked the laptop on it so that I have a desk area rather than a bed where I am liable to just stick videos on and snooze. Failing that, whack an awesome Spotify hour or so on and get in a right musical trance. A jazz trance.

I apologise, I'm sitting and watching little snippets of the wonderful "Mighty Boosh" just because it is purely amazing, and it's making me feel really happy. I'm surrounded by wonderful music, and the snow is starting to thaw. I'll probably be at school tomorrow, so seeing human faces (other than my parents) will either cheer me up or make me more morose. Today has felt like I have been on the edge of a certain feeling all day. When I woke up, I was just moody, and then watched the episode of Hollyoaks with Steph's funeral and CRIED SO MUCH. I can't believe she just... stood in the fire and was like "I'm ready to die". I don't watch it anymore, but gosh, there are so many new characters and relationships and FUNERALS going on, it was really difficult watching. I then progressed into my bedroom, did some drawing which was rubbish and I'm not going to include in my project, listened to some fairly normal music and got bored of its... well average ability to not make me go "Wow this is beautiful music", so I felt sad about contemporary music's failings there. I ate some lunch with family, watched a programme about extreme fishing and laughed a fair bit, had some tea, played some piano which made me really happy, and then set up my little work station. Music since then has made me sink into a little bubble of content. That's about it really.

I hope everything is well wherever you are, I have an horrendous tickly chest cough which makes it difficult to laugh and consequently breathe, but there's nothing like braving the Arctic conditions outiside to get to school next week to cure it! Right?

Tatty bye,

Haze

That boy had really pretty shoes on

My weakness is that I fall in love... with shoes too easily.

Heck, I have a lot of weaknesses, and don't we all, but this my friends, rules over all.

One Pair to rule them all,
One Pair to find them,
One Pair to bring them all
and in the darkness bind them.

Sorry, I had a break there, real time, just stocking up on GIFS for the future...

Wait no. I was totally going to write a really nerdy little account of my day, and how some people suck and how I travelled by myself and had a lovely piano lesson.

But then I read this : http://owlcityblog.com/2010/10/25/my-hope-is-found/

and I have been sitting here and crying for 10 minutes.

He is an amazing man, writing honestly, and I really admire him.

I can't say much else now.

Tatty bye,

Haze.

I wish I was an Owl.

Today, I had a lonely day, but not for long.

On Friday, I spent the day on a coach, travelling to and from London. We went to see Birdsong on the West End, starring Ben Barnes, and it was rather fantastic. I wasn't totally convinced at the start, but I guess it's hard to begin such a play without being...stilted.

The theatre experience itself was something different... i.e. we met and awfully rude woman and Laura had an allergic reaction and I became a misanthrope.

We got back to school at 4:00 a.m.

Bed for 4:30.a.m (brushing teeth, removing make-up and constricting high-waisted skirts)

Awake at 10:30 because Mother knocked and asked if I wanted to book tickets for 19th November... FOR HARRY POTTER. Silly question, even when I was lying on 6 hours of jumbled up coach sleep. With that booked and dusted, I went back to sleep for an hour or so, and woke back up again when the Mother entered once again to tell me that she was going to go and see Made In Dagenham with Dad and I was being left alone for the day.

Still, I had my own plans, so everything was fine.

I roused from bed, washed my face and made some scrambled egg on toast. Just the one egg, I wasn't feeling that adventurous. I watched some of BBC Switch, and saw that Jimmy is now presenting it properly, and that made me smile. I then went about checking my emails and trying to watch the new episode of Glee, but it's nowhere to be found...

I got dressed after my shower and dried my hair, giving up after 10 minutes. It's such a horrible length. I don't want it cutting, and I do want to grow it, but gosh, it's such a MESS.

A trim of the fringe is in order.

Once I was ready to go out, I closed to windows and the inside doors, and went to check my bag. No keys.

Table? NO KEYS.

Rucksack? NO KEYS.

Floor? WHERE ARE MY KEYS?

Coat? SERIOUSLY, WHERE ARE YOU, YOU CHEEKY LITTLE KEYS!?!

Bag from Cadets?

GET IN MY HAND, IN THE LOCK AND OUT OF THE HOUSE.

I saw the bus go past me as I walked, listening to The Arctic Monkeys.

Still, the next one arrived early, and all was well.

I met Ira outside the Gala, bought tickets for "

Legend of the Guardians: The Owls of Ga'Hoole"

and ventured off in the direction of food. We went to La Tasca for tapas, and I had some chicken and prawn paella, mushrooms and fried potatoes, all for £7.50. Deal.

Over the road from La Tasca is a new little shop called "Wild and Funk" and it was so beautiful inside. However, we both decided the name was a little bit abrupt, and should be called "Wild and Funky" but, hey ho, it was next to Jack Wills.

I bought Alice a present from there, and got a little white bag for it :)

Then, we saw our film.

It was beyond adorable, such a poignant storyline, and many lovely quotes to be taken away in my head. Also, I did a little chair happy dance when the soundtrack by Owl City graced my ears. Beautiful.

I think I shall ask for the CD soundtrack for Christmas, it's gorgeous.

I'm feeling rather happy now, Merlin's about to be on.

I might go and fetch some sort of snack-y-type food, but I'm feeling rather warm and tired, and Bradley James' face is too lovely to leave this chair.

Tatty bye,

Haze

p.s. THE TRAILERS IN THE CINEMA ARE THA BEST EVAAAAAAAAAAAA (Harry Potter and Narnia)

I don't do sadness

Yes, it has been a long while since I last wrote a blog.

This has been due to a few things.

Mainly, not having a spare hour to dedicate to thinking and writing, and then the added complication of having diddly squat interesting things to talk about.

This weekend... these things have evidently changed, allowing me to, y'know, talk at you through this blog.

I've had a really lovely two days. It's been one of those weekends (so far) where I have been able to think. It's also been one of those "eye opening" weekends.

Basically, I have found out that I really can't BUY things. I'm such a bad shopper.

I went into Boots today, to buy a drink and some hair product, because I was craving both, not of equal need, but still. Boots was there, I was there, the items were there. I had some LEGAL TENDER to spend, and the time was right. I picked out the only pot of blue hair putty, and some still Vimto (I don't think I could have handled the intense bubbles they somehow pack into the fizzy stuff) and headed to the counter. Now, at this point, please consider I was not empty handed to begin with. I had been to band in the morning, and carried my Clarinet with me into town, as Mum and Dad (who usually pick me up and I am allowed to leave it in the car) were dropping Liz back to Lancs-land with a car full of her living equipment. So yes, I had a Clarinet in one hand, a bag over my shoulder, and a bottle and a pot in the other hand. I then had to negotiate removing my purse from my bag, in the queue. I managed, just. Then I was able to free up a paying hand by handing the items over to the cashier, and then fumbled around for my tender. The woman then struck me. No, not literally, we don't have violent cashiers in Boots here. Well, as far as I'm aware. Ross quit his job. ANYWAY!

The woman said "Do you know these are on two for one?" and shook the pot of blue gloop at me. I was dumbfounded. Words were not escaping my lips. I was still holding my Clarinet. I genuinely didn't know what to do. I looked around, and Rachel wasn't there. Oh, I probably should have mentioned that I wasn't alone in this, Rachel had wandered into Boots with me, she had just left me in the queue to look at make-up, and expected me to, well, you know, be responsible enough to manage a simple situation. It didn't happen.

So, I was faced with a question. I managed to speak an "Oh, right" and then an awkward pause followed. I pulled the "I KNOW I SHOULD BE ANSWERING BUT THIS IS PHYSICALLY DEBILITATING ME " face, and stammered; "I'll just go and have a look then", and winced, producing a sort of smile. The woman then said "I can go and get one for you if you like :)" and I just went "ehakALDAKJF Oh it's ok, I'll go and pick a colour" and proceeded to fetch myself some purple hair spray. That got scanned and I was still carrying my Clarinet and purse. I was then faced with paying for these goods. Whenever I have to pay for anything, I always worry that I don't have enough money. That at some point, I have lost all of the money I have checked to see if I have, and that because I get flustered easily, that I'll mess up paying, and the cashier will be like "Why is this girl paying with a lump of blu-tak and some pills?"

So, I was worrying about money, and I saw the price flash up on the little screen, and it said "£5.61" and I had £5 between my fingertips.

"IT'S NOT ENOUGH" my head screamed, "WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO?!"

Rather coolly, I whipped out a crisp £10 note, and let it be.

"WHY DID YOU DO THAT HAZEL?" my head said back to me, "YOU'RE GOING TO BE OVERLOADED WITH CHANGE NOW!"

The reason why I didn't hand over my £5 note and a pound coin in the first place was because I was concerned that I wouldn't have enough money for the bus. Which was silly, because I clearly DID have enough money, I just got all flustered by the woman's question, and my free item and being in Boots and having to find Rachel afterwards, and I still had my Clarinet.

The woman gave me my change and a receipt and then asked me if I wanted a bag. Now, a bag would have been ideal really, but no, I said "I don't need one, thanks" because I'll pollute the environment using a bag. So I grabbed my items, and made sure I had my Clarinet and purse, and headed out of the cashier range to find Rachel. She was waiting for me, and I crouched down to try and ram the items in my handbag, and ended up carrying my bottle of Vimto and my Clarinet, safely, without the aid of a carrier bag.

SUCCESS!

No, I was not allowed to succeed of course, this was me. Since my hands were full, I had to open my bottle with one hand, and the top of the bottle between my arm and chest. I then drank from it with the lid off until I was able to put my Clarinet down and use TWO hands to put the lid back on without sloshing it down myself.

It sounds like an ordeal, and I did just deal with it, but looked really silly whilst doing so.

You can only imagine what it must have looked like. Yes, fairly ordinary, but clumsy nonetheless.

That's pretty much all that happened yesterday, apart from watching Merlin and editing a video.

I'm listening to the soundtrack from Spring Awakening.

It's FANTASTIC.

I went to see it on Friday with one of my best friends Francesca and it was truly amazing. Such talent, and such a stark performance.

Yeah, naked bums.

GIGGLE, but it was hard-hitting.

I'd love to work in theatre, whether acting or helping to produce and direct.

We've all got to have a dream.

I dream of being able to buy things without worrying so much.

Amongst other things.

Maybe I'll save those for another day, when you haven't already been bombarded with a load of weird already floating around in my head.

Tatty bye,

Haze

Enthusiasm vs Melancholy

Currently, I am fighting a battle of wills.

Do I:

1) Write my essay

2) REFRESH TUMBLR ENDLESSLY

3) Give in to listening to all of my showtunes and Glee songs on my Zen, blasting out through the speakers and pretend I'm in an empty theatre, on the stage, singing and having a FANTASTIC TIME

4) Imagine I'm at Leeds festival by listening to Radio 1 and then realising I'm not that sort of person anyway

5) Watch a film, a new one, that I haven't seen (SHERLOCK HOLMES)

6) Sit and play Bubbletown until I finish it (Gahh this is so tempting)

7) Write my personal statement

8) Read my set texts

9) Read Vampirates and other assorted fictions (this is a very LONG list)

10) Shut up and drive?

(last one is a lie, I can't drive. Yet. That's a scary thought, I applied for my provisional licence last week.)

My final option, really, is to sit and feel a little bit melancholy. It's such a wonderful word to use in everyday language, but it makes me think of poor Jacques from As You Like It, and my, he's a troubled but wise soul. My train of thought then chugs off to how much I love studying English, and Shakespeare's plays, and being in theatres and the thrills of performance.

I then arrive at the desolate station of my desk. It is tidy now, but has been rehoused in another area of my bedroom. The lid is down on the piano, and it has become a perfunctory desk. With two, half written essays lying upon it. Oh no, don't think me a sensible member of the education system at all, these are two essays... upon the same title. They just need to be compiled properly. Yes, put together. In other words, written correctly, but I'm finding it hard to put aside my sense of freedom and gay abandon, and actually sit down and write the blasted thing.

I did make a very sturdy start to it, with enlightening sentences and broad insight, but I was just put off by an overpowering sense of... well, melancholy.

I was enjoying a cup of tea, using my fabulous little individual teapot that I got for my birthday, like this one

but it has little cakes covering it, and the sensation of loneliness swept over me. I am often happy in my solitude, and as our family takes their places in their individual dwellings of solace as the days draw on, it becomes interesting to observe, but ever so lonely to be a part of. The funny thing is, I'm a part of it, because I also go off by myself, but we're all apart in the house. Ha, that is funny.

Don't misjudge me, I do often like to be alone, but the sensation of being lonely is not a pleasant one. As I felt this, I found myself drawn to clean my desk, sing along to some music, and break away from my essay. Exchanging a few pleasant words with my Mother as I walked in and out of the kitchen with cleaning fluids reassured me that I am not alone in this world.

The only thing I am ever alone with are my thoughts.

Tatty bye,

Haze

(p.s. If you noticed that the option of "write a blog" was not in my list at the start, well done you. From this, you can take the piece of knowledge away with you that I am not the sort of person who does what she should, when she should. However, this does not mean I am a total rule breaker. All in all, I can produce the goods, but do well at procrastinating along the way.)

McFly

Goodness gracious me.

Now that I consider myself to be back on the blogosphere, I couldn't help myself when the opportunity arose to blog about this band.

I really like them. Yes, they are a manufactured boy-pop band, but I, personally, have really taken to their music. It's got a pleasant balance for me, and the acoustic songs are really well written. They clearly love doing what they do, and I'm all for supporting them.

On another hand OMGTHEY'REBEAUTIFULAPARTFROMTOMFLETCHER'SCHINBUTICANLETTHATSLIDEEVENTHOUGH

HARRYCAN'TREALLYDRUMANDHASAFUNNYFACEDOUGIEISLOVELYBUTGOINGOUTWITHFRANKIE

ANDDANNYISJUSTFANTASTICITHINKHE'SMYFAVOURITEANDTHEYACTUALLYCHANGEDMYLIFE.

Fact here for any of my interested readers:

They did legit. change my life.

I'm not just saying this! Honestly, hear me out.

I am a fangirl, but not an obsessive one. True, if I'm having a bad day, evening, turn of mood, I listen to them, blare out the tunes and scream along, with tears often streaming down my face. On the other hand, I do not have a SHRINE to them. I own all of their music to date, and a few pictures and fliers on my wall, a t-shirt... you know, average fan-stuff. I've never posted stuff on a website or made a video, but I would like to do a proper cover one day... nevermind!

The fact of the matter is, I really like them as a band.

What do people do when they like a band? They try and see them live.

When did the opportunity arise for myself, Liz, my mother and Jen to go and see them?

8th November 2008.

Do you know what I did?

I double booked myself for this night. That's right, the drama mounts.

(Note, I keep pressing enter and making new paragraphs for effect. It's not really working, but it makes me happy to press the enter key.)

I had previously booked the tickets for the Radio:ACTIVE tour, at Newcastle Metro Arena, and I was pretty pumped for that. I then went on an international selection weekend with Guides, and got put forward for North East Selection. I could have gone to Flamboree, or AUSTRALIA.

Alas, I did not. I opted to go to SEE MCFLY.

THEY WERE AMAZING.

I stood on the seats and sang at Danny's face and they were so close to us it was fantastic.

A few evenings before that, I talked to Denise on the phone about International Selection, and how I had tickets for McFly.

She dutifully told me that North East Selection wasn't right for me, and put me onto the Canada trip.

This summer, I toured around Canada with a group of 14 amazing, caring and wonderful Guides from Darlington and Durham South, and I am proud to say I had the time of my life.

All thanks to McFly, and me refusing to go to North East Selection... BUT ALL THANKS TO MCFLY, THEY CHANGED MY LIFE.

FACT.

Point of this blog: I don't think I like their new song. It is destroying me how they have turned all commercial and mainstreamy-pooey-backbeat-autotune-clubbbbbbb-banger-tune.

No complaints about the photos though.

Tatty bye,

Haze

Journeys

This morning, I had an uncomfortable bath. This is mainly because I am:

1) Too long for the bath

2) Too lazy to sit up in the bath

3) TOO LONG FOR THE BATH

I should really learn to just take showers and be done with my fear of falling out of them... again.

Wait, what is this? Are you trying to return to your deserted blog Haze? WITHOUT EVEN APOLOGISING?!?!?! WHERE ARE YOUR MANNERS?????

Ok, Hello.

I am deeply sorry for not having posted since *checks and winces* MAY! Oh my goodness that pains me. That was before my exams. My, my, I have rather a LOAD of experiences to talk about here. Strap yourselves in folks, and bear in mind that if this takes you half an hour to read, it will have probably taken me 2 and a bit hours to write. I suggest preparing a snack or a cup of tea or a playlist of music such as the new Hoosiers song (Choices) and Everything, Everything -MY KZ UR BF, to listen to as you try and digest all of this. Note, please do NOT eat your computer or device that you are reading this on, that would not be advisable or at all tasty.

First things first, I sat my exams. I had a slight worry and panic after each one of course, just to be like everyone else: united by the fear of failure. As I write this post now, on the 17th of August, I am just two days away from finding out how well, or how badly I have done or disappointed myself. Alas, there's nothing I can do now but wait until I can open the envelope, I can't go back and change what I wrote and those letters are written, not to be changed. I don't like it when people wish people luck for their results, they can't do anything about it now. Having said that, I did say to people last year "Good Luck" before opening their envelopes, purely because I had nothing else to say that was fitting.

Pause for a minute from your reading, I have to actually go and get my diary to remember what I did, it was far too long ago.

Ok, so now that I have my diary, I'm going to just slot in some of the corking little things I have said since my last blog, alongside things that I have seen and done. Please don't worry your little stalker heads if I miss a day or two, that just means that I either did nothing, or nothing noteworthy that day.

Sunday 16th May: "Major Procrastination at your service!"

Wednesday 19th May: Went to see Barberashopera II: The Barber of Shavingham and throughly enjoyed it. They're amazing, google it.

(I have just realised, that if you really want to know what I did, I did actually keep another blog for my lead up to Camp, it's called hazelgoesoutandabout, and there's a link to it on my main profile page, unless you already read it/read it. THAT DOESN'T WORK BECAUSE THE WORD IS THE SAME AS A PAST PARTICIPLE AND A PRESENT PARTICIPLE. Gahhhh)

Thursday 20th May: "The one thing I hate more than people who sniff without even trying to stop it (main perpetrator, Danielle) is MISCOMMUNICATION."

Sunday 23rd May: "Got mighty annoyed by FLIES AND THE LACK OF KINDER SURPRISE EGGS IN BOTH SPARS"

Saturday 29th May: "The Durham Mysteries were pretty darned cool."

(I am currently giggling at reading this, and remembering the day)

Friday 4th June: "What a weird-ass day. I now feel decidedly squiffy! Got up early, did some Bio/Eng, thought about stuff (side-note, WELL DONE HAZEL, VERY INFORMATIVE), ate, had a weird-ass nap, watched The Shawshank Redemption, cried my HEART OUT and felt weird."

I think we have established that that was a... strange, sorry, WEIRD day, have we not?

Wednesday 9th June: "10 hours without Vaseline today... HELL."

Saturday 12th June : "The list goes frickin' on and on... and Nerimon."

Monday 14th June: "Creating HAVOC, BLINDLY. That's the clincher!"

Wednesday 16th June: "Today was too busy, too warm and too embarassing."

Saturday 19th June: "I really like Saturdays and being able to play the piano and red grape juice and glasses and acting and knowing songs and metal pin frames and my life and friends."

Friday 25th June: "Also, screw narcissists."

Sunday 27th June: "England are out of the world cup but I don't care because my legs are smoothy-smooth and I'M GOING TO PARIS TOMORROW WITH MY EPIC BAND OF CHOIR AND ORCHESTRA FRIENDS WHO ARE ALL TOTALLY AWESOME!"

I then wrote in another diary all of my Paris entries, for 5 days.

HERE

Then I got prepared, wound up and more prepared, and went to Canada.

I'm working on a photostory of that all now. I also have about 2 hrs of video footage to sift through and edit.

Wednesday 28th July: "Beautiful Sonya, the c510 (new phone)! HOORAY!"

Wednesday 4th August: "Mum shouted at me and then we went to go and see a hedgehog."

Then I went to London, SitC and had an AWESOME time with beautiful people.

Tuesday 10th August: "Tidied epic amounts with Liz - such a rational tidier- points to Liz."

Wednesday 11th August: "89898998989899"

Thursday 12th August: "I love them ALL silly amounts, YAY FOR AWESOME APPRECIATIVE FRIENDS WHO LIKE READING AND SINGING AND BEING WITH ME (HOPEFULLY)!"

Then we went to Edinburgh as a family and did Fringe events and had a FANTASTIC TIME.

I had a bit of a wobble yesterday evening, but we all have those moments, and we grow from them.

Once again, I'm really sorry for this being horrifically late, and I endeavour to go back to my format of "I've had a day like this and here's a story from today and how it relates to me as an honest person who likes commentating on her own life".

Tatty bye,

Haze

Just a note or two...

Wow! This is my 88th post here! Fabulous!

I'm having these really odd bouts of shakes. I'm not cold, because I'm wearing lots of layers, in a warm room. But I am shaking as if I am cold. Hopefully, it's because I'm SO EXCITED! Not nervous.

It's almost exam time. That means... my first exam is on the 25th May.

Holy.

Moley.

This also means that it's 54 days until I go to Canada!

Now, you lovely honest followers (get it? This blog's about honesty... if you couldn't already tell from the title...) I have something to ask of you. I'm aware that there are now 16 of you! That have signed up so far! WOW! THANKYOU!

There's just one little thing that I'd love for you to do for me...

Could you follow this link please?

HERE THIS ONE, CLICK HERE PLEASE

That is my new blog! I have been selected to possibly be the official blogger for GMC2010 (which is Guiding Mosaic Canada 2010) which I am attenting in 54 DAYS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

If you could click that and COMMENT please then it would be greatly appreciated (I appreciate you Tiny Cooper) because the girl who gets the most comments...

GETS THE ROLE OF THE OFFICIAL BLOGGER!

Plus, if you do that, then I you might be able to keep in touch with me whilst I'm at the camp.

Good deal I think!

So yeah! That's that, and I'm pretty stoked.

I might write about tomorrow if anything good happens... I also might write about it if it wasn't so good, let off some steam as it were.

Apparently I'm due some post some time soon.

HOORAY!

Alas, (earwax) it's time for me to sign off and strum some Ukulele, because it relaxes me, and stops me from SHAKIN'!

Tatty bye,

Haze

So, so, SO Naked.

My teeth...are totally free. Of glue. Of metal. Of Elastics.

Liberated.

I no longer have fixed braces.

I have had them for about 2 years now. I went to Poacher with them on... I met Dan wearing them at camp!

Heck, I met Dom wearing them.

(That sounds like a hit list... it's not.)

My friend Ira who started our Sixth Form in September has NEVER seen me without Braces. I met her wearing them. Weird!

And now my teeth are just...bare.

Ok, so they're not the perfect colour. But they weren't when I got them. I don't have white marks, or brown marks or anything. They're just free. Slightly like, yellow, in colour all over, but they were like that from the start.

It feels so odd! My teeth are free inside my mouth. I mean, heck, I feel more free! And when I ate my tea... food wasn't stuck in my brace! My pesto an cheese on toast was able to be chewed and swallowed neatly, without a third of it being left in my brace for me to enjoy at a later date.

I had my first glass of orange juice in TWO YEARS.

I have a Snickers bar waiting to be eaten. I'll save that for noms watching Glee.

I do feel like a different person. The only thing going now for my nerd chic look are my glasses and clothes. However, my retainer might bump up my cred a little bit more when I get that on Thursday.

Oh yeah, and a bottle of Apple Tango is WAITING FOR ME. LURKING THERE, SAYING "Drink me, you know I taste SO BUBBLY, AND SUGARY AND GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD, RIGHT?!?!"

I've got some English work to do... so I'd better go and do that, right?

Correctomundo.

Oh, that and marvel at the new Spotify layout. LOVELY!

Tatty bye,

Haze

Really beginning to struggle

With a lot of things.

Mainly school work. Amongst social and moral struggles, blog posting has become something of a luxury. And lo and behold, a smidgen of time, late on a Friday evening of a Bank Holiday, I have seized the time and committed attitude and decided to write...something.

First note to make, I have deleted/suspended a rather large chunk of my internet self. Yes, the big and rather bad Facebook. It's gone. For now. I suspect that I'll return to it, but my friend Alice asked why yesterday, and I told her that it was just getting too much! Staring at it, constantly checking to no avail. She was very understanding in her reply, "Ah yes I thought so, Facebook Lent." Which, come to think of it, is a PERFECT term for it. I'll be back in 40 days, approx of course.

It's ever so useful for keeping in touch, and laughing at groups and so on and so forth, but it takes time. Precious time which I do not have to waste any more, however much fun it is to do so.

Upon the subject of wasting time, I really dislike fighting loosing battles. Especially with my own conscience. It upsets me when I am amidst an unsettling in my friendship group which I cannot seem to repair. I am usually the glue to their mismatched and splintered pieces, but I seem to be that piece of chewing gum that always falls out from the gap in-between, no longer holding it together, but on the floor and being well and truly trodden on. (It's not that bad, I just really enjoyed extending the metaphor. Gosh and golly I do adore the English Language!) Stubborn people really do get on my nerves. Especially highly, and very wrongly, prejudicial persons. Still, there's nothing I can do about it but hang around until whatever comes to pass will have... well...passed. All being well.

As I type my rather mundane and poorly crafted ideas out, my hair is wet. I can't seem to find anything to do with it these days. It just hangs there, "like a dead thing on your cheeks" (Oh Hairspray, what a delight! Thanks for just poppin' into my head Nikki!) with no purpose, meaning or life. Well, hair characteristically has only really one of those characteristics ANYWAY, so it's not all bad.

I'm really enjoying being a better friend to one person in particular at the moment. She's my early morning friend, and we do work together, and talk about how we love the little happy things in life, especially our dreams and early bedtime routines (make of that what you will... ;]) and of course...MUSIC! Yes, this is my friend Rachel. She's absolutely lovely. And that is the best adverb to describe her, apart from Avatar-ly. She has long brown/ginger ("non-permanent dye for Annie Jr that NEVER WASHED OUT) hair that looks delightful in a massive plait down her back. She never fails to make me smile, and I'm excited to go to Paris with her in the summer on our School Choir and Orchestra concert tour. She's an AMAZING soprano too, I am in awe of how clear her voice is! We have decided that we will be domestic wives that cook and clean and have rosy cheeked children, and have picnics.

This is furthering my ideal of raising children who enjoy going to various National Trust establishments (LIKE ME ^_^) and being able to just be in awe of nature and its beauty by being happy and surrounded by people and things that make me happy.

Another thing about talking to Rachel makes me realise how much I would actually enjoy being a professional (or freelance) dream interpreter! She has the most vivid dreams. You know when you *really* think you can imagine what the other person is describing? I think it's probably just the way she describes what happens... or that and the way that I know most of her dreams are set in Medieval England (MERLIN FTW muhahahhaha).

Anyway, I thought I'd drop you a paragraph or two to tell you that all is well, my nails and their beds SUCK (I also heart Mean Girls, as should you ALL) because it's revision/stress time here.

I went to a Clarinet workshop today and the dude giving the workshop was called Paulo. He was AMAZING. "And THAT is why the Bass Clarinet is the best instrument of all, and you know it!" TRUE DAT PAULO, TRUE DAT MY FRIEND.

I am thoroughly enthused about the passion behind music now, and I really enjoy playing it :D

ON A BASS CLARINET, THANKYOU VERY MUCH!

Lessthanthree.

I doubt that I will post much more until after the exams when you know, real life starts again!

But you can always live in hope.

I do.

Tatty bye,

Haze

Long journeys

Down to Stratford and back in a day.

We set off on the dot of 7:30 AM, and got back at 3:38 AM, on Good Friday.

Yes, this morning.

Now, if I had not been awake on a bus at 01:06 this morning, I would have ignored my phone.

Last night was our sixth form's boat party. Now, our sixth form are somehow able to exceed the extremes, and really push the boundaries in the ways of you know, making a scene of themselves, and in doing so, our school. I do not doubt that there will be numerous rumours of people doing things whilst drunk at this party, on the boat, being kicked off the boat, and afterwards at each others' houses. I sometimes like to hear about this, but only in the sense of knowing that I was safe and away from this angst and drunken confusion, and on a bus, trying to sleep across the aisle without getting kicked by Adele. However, the high class irony of it all was that after seeing King Lear in The Courtyard Theatre, we went into the toilets before catching the coach back, and I said to Danielle "I bet there'll be loads of craic when we get back, it was the boat party tonight." That was all I said.

And at 1:06AM, today, I was leaning forward onto a pillow, trying to sleep, and with my phone being next to my face, it woke me up. It was a call from perhaps the last person on earth (bit of an exaggeration Haze, but that's what it felt like at that UNGODLY hour!) I would have expected a call from and by Jove, they were drunk. Three more calls in quick succession. I sent a text just saying "WHAT THE ACTUAL HELL?" after the first call...then 20 mins later, another call. They then said "WHO ISSSS THISSSS??!?!!" and I was like "It's Hazel, are you drunk? Stop ringing me"

Danielle urged me to shout abuse, but I was just so tired and confused that I hung up.

They then rang back, and I heard other voices saying "SAY HERR NAMEEE" and then a really, really disturbing groan.

I hung up.

I was disturbed!

Anyway, the rest of the day was utterly amazing. It rained and stuff, but I think I might just make a video this afternoon talking about what happened. It was amazing, even the torrential rain didn't upset me!

I'm excited to spend time with Liz, catching up, shopping, watching films!

Tuesday and Thursday of this week will hopefully be lovely!

I like plans.

And muffins.

Tatty bye,

Haze

The clouds are moving

They remind me of the clouds in Toy Story on Andy’s wallpaper.

Oh dear, what an atrocious hair day. Seriously. This is just WRONG!

I walked into the tech block this morning, and the room in the back where I sit and write these and record the Friday Hazelizabeth News smelled like a car showroom this morning. Only mildly, because my own burned hair scent filled my nostrils sooner than I could have spurted my guts out at the smell of seat belts. Oh yes, I once again have an horrendous cough. I coughed up luminous green this morning. I KNOW YOU ALL WANTED TO KNOW IT! But yeah, colloquialisms aside, I should not be in school. I feel ok in myself, like I don’t feel dizzy or squittery, but I know I’m ill. Another reason for me to, you know, skip school today is that MY HAIR SHOULD NOT HAVE BEEN ALLOWED. EVER. Proof that it needs taming with scissors and a razor soon? THE DAY HAS COME, WHEN I CANNOT PYHISICALLY DO ANYTHING TO BETTER IT. THIS DAY, IS TODAY. No day but today! Except, it might have to be in the Holidays…

OH POOPY POOP AND POOP STICKS! I have English mocks next week, as well as finalities to do on the essays I did over the weekend. This is going to cripple me as a blog writer. Don’t expect much!

(I wrote that on MONDAY. It is now SATURDAY)

So, I had a haircut last night. It was tamed and the fringe simultaneously RUINED. I loved my fringe, like a loyal but slightly retarded friend. It was sometimes willing to be clipped out of the way, it did as it was told some days, and it was always there, it never mysteriously disappeared. Until Vanessa savaged it with a razor. I now don’t have a parting at all, it’s all just short bits that merge into a fluffy line of fringe. It’s growing on me, but I have this massive urge to just want to pull at it until it grows out, coaxing it out of the follicles. I also really want to dye it, all of my hair. Vanessa is right, it’s kind of a dull colour now. It’s naturally kind of light at the front, but I want it to go sort of, gold. Really GOLD. And shiny, with like the shiny bits kind of coppery. Ah, well, I just really want my hair to look interesting, for it to stand out in a way. Not like “HOLY CACK, HER HAIR IS SHORT AND LIKE LUMIOUS PINK AND SHE HAS LOTS OF PIERCINGS AND DREADS AND A SHORT FRINGE AND A SHORT SKIRT AND RIPPED TIGHTS AND BOOTS” kind of “stand out statement”, but something that just sets me apart in the *right* way. I can’t really define the *right* way, but it’s not a rebellious look.

I have this BIG urge to want to ride my bike too, but it’s chilly and windy outside, I think I might go tomorrow in the afternoon sun just before or after Choir, I’m yet to decide!

I want to watch Stardust tonight, because we failed to record The Full Monty on Wednesday, and I really want to just cosy up with a film tonight, seeing as I planned to last night, but ended up baking (rock-hard according to Mum, I will not forgive her for the face she pulled when she judged them so harshly) coffee and cream muffins instead.

I’m also really rather excited for the new Episodes (not “eps” Matt Smith, you utter twaddle talker) of Doctor Who! MAJOR W00T! (That would be my name if I was in the army...fo’sure.)

I love Radio Two on Saturdays, Dermot O’Leary has some great guests: Mumford & Sons, Russell Howard (he played Violent Femmes, and before that, BEN FOLDS :D)

Tatty bye,

Haze

That's IT

I've decided.
If my Friday sucks because I made it so, I'm going to sit inside, warm, cosy, a social recluse, and watch Edward Scissor-Hands.
SORTED!

I just don't understand this culture of going out, dressing up, getting "wrecked". Why do they want to damage themselves? Can't they respect that their bodies aren't designed to retain so much alcohol? That's why they pass out, or vom up, or you know, get POISONED. Don't get me wrong, it's not the drinking culture that winds me up, it's the incessant need and desire to "Go OUT", get drunk ON A STREET, in a club, on a bench, in a park, not in the safety of someone's home. Regulated house parties? DANDY, GET ME THERE. But pubs, clubs? Bars, cars? NO. JUST. NO.

I much prefer a film. Some chocolate and/or (what am I doing, it's hardly EVER or) ice cream, food, water, milk, tea, thoughts, contemplations about life. Fridays are the days when I reflect back on my week, think about what I've achieved, catch up on the internet, listen to and then play some music, and stay up ridiculously late because my friends do so, and late online chatterings are actually priceless. And it means I can talk to my friends who are strewn across the seas in different time zones. And I don't have to care about BEDTIME, because it's Saturday, and I can do what the FREAK I like, unless I have plans.

So, all in all, I like to be dull, but you know, not so dull that I'm average. Heaven forbid.
I had three separate people today who came up to me and told me that I should audition to be part of the new cast for Skins.
I'd love it. I would totally be the one to FLIP THE HELL OUT and tell everyone to GET A GRIP AND JUST DO SOME WORK AND NOT SO MANY FREAKIN' DRUGS, KAYYY?
Oh well!

I'm living in a state of "maybe it was all for the best, I'm still happy".
It's really odd, but liberating.

OUR ENGLISH PRESENTATION KICKED ASS!


<3

Tatty bye,
Haze

Trodden Down (PART ONE)

(Written on request, by James)
(Note, this is not typical of this blog)

Finally, it was Saturday. I really had the jitterbug. In two weeks time, I would be seventeen. I’d have this sense of freedom and the passion of learn how to drive was slowly and surely making me both nervous and excited. I’d even have my own car. Mum had picked it out, insured it and everything. Things were piecing together, so neatly, so securely. Everything was just right. Saturday meant boot day. It also meant finally seeing Joel.
Don’t start assuming things, I mean, I *wish*, but he was nothing more than just a teenage boy behind the counter. In that shoe shop. And I mean he was ALWAYS there. Not that I kept checking… but just everytime I walked past, gawping at that pair of paint spattered Tuks he just glanced around, and caught me through the mesh of the window. The most glorious flush of crimson invaded my face and I scurried off. Subtlety is definitely not my style.
“Cee, are you ready? I’m just going to put the keys in the door!” Mum hollered up the stairs.
“Yeah sure Mum” I sort of hollowly answered. The truth was that I’d been ready for hours, I was just so nervous. I had no boots to quake in, so some battered Converse had to take their place. I supposed that I had to put on something that was alright to change out of to try the boots on with, if you catch my drift. The only thing missing was my hat, scarlet and floppy, it fixed itself behind my ears and over my forehead, and nestled just at the nape of my neck. I was ready. Just not very prepared.
Mum locked up and we stepped off the porch and onto the road. A rather large drip of rain plopped off the roof of the porch and went right down the back of my neck. I turned around in disgust to face the house, but just wiped it off. I couldn’t stop smiling for one, and an insignificant raindrop was not going to dampen my mood. The car jittered into life, and Mum started asking mundane questions about school. I automatically started answering, but there was no real thought behind what I was saying. I was watching the raindrops as they ran down the windscreen, cheering them on silently, watching them race. The rain was heavy now, and the feeling of being inside a tin box, warm and dry, was increasingly nauseating. I just wanted to be outside in it. I wanted to splash in the great big puddles, fill my shoes with water and make my socks so wet that they felt like great big balloons of water to wade in. But I was rattling around in a car, bound for the city centre, in the middle of October. The oddest thing was that I felt more trapped inside the chassis of the car than my imagined state in the puddles. I just really wanted to get out, smiling and dancing, and forget about all of these overhanging burdens.
“Celia, are you listening to me? Have you got a pound for the meter?”
“Oh, yeah. Here” I prised the pound coins from my pocket and handed it to Mum. My hands were extremely cold, I could feel it spreading up my wrists from the tips of my electric blue fingernails. The car had somehow stationed itself in the car park just below the shopping complex, and I rather dramatically decided to drag myself out of the car. Now that we were inside, I wanted nothing more than to just sit there and wait for the car to dry off. Even though I could feel that under my hat my hair was dry, I flicked it and rolled the long, brown bang-like bits at the front as if I were wringing them out. Smoothing down the front of my coat, I made my way to the meter, nonchalantly pulled the ticket out of the machine, and stuck it to the inside of the windscreen.

TO BE CONTINUED

(On request?)

Tatty bye,
Haze

(p.s. on blogworthy terms, I saw Francesca after Clarinetix [which was totally hilarious] and it was so lovely, she makes me happy amidst all of the poop I have somehow stooped myself in)

That sensation when something reminds you of something else

Last night, I listened to a CD. On a portable CD player, connected to portable speakers, so that I could relax in the shower, or you know, SING ALONG. But it kept skipping! And in this day and age, you just don’t get that anymore, right? It’s all digtal mp3s or mp4s and iPods and cables, not a jumpy and probably scratched CD flipping past chunks of excellent song! It just made me think back to all of those times, driving to Leeds, in the back of the car with my ripped Libertines CD’s from Felix, listening to WHOLE albums, just because I wanted to know, I just WANTED to sit and enjoy a WHOLE album, albeit on my knee and jumping around, skipping little bits of the song because the CD player didn’t have shock protection and was liable to skippage. I mean, those times were kind of precious, looking back. I just used to ABSORB myself in moments where I would sit, with a CD player, and know which song would come next. That sensation is weird, but I really love it. I really love listening to FULL albums. Which is why “the shuffle age” is really starting to annoy me. I skip past almost EVERY song these days. Why don’t I just play that album? Because, for me, it’s far easier to just stick the *real* CD on, through a variety of players, or burn it to a MIX CD( or even tape, yes, I still love making those :D) and then play that! The mix of music I have is great, don’t get me wrong, but sometimes, it’s just really great to listen to what you want without the surprises, pleasant as they may be, and just feel a little bit less anxious about what might shuffle into your head playlist.

On another note, we saw that really annoying man in the red Saab again this morning. Dad and I just laughed really heartily and he drove on. It was amusing :D
Also, another thing that’s pleasant is texting someone who you wouldn’t necessarily expect to respond to you in a pleasant way. That was odd last night. But also, getting in touch with a friend who you haven’t spoken to in at least a month, and them apologising for late replies, but just continuing a conversation smoothly is also really…just comforting. I had this moment in Biology yesterday, I know, kind of the wrong place to have it, but I’d finished the experiment, and test (HAVING RECEIVED AN “A” AND A NICE ONE OFFOF MR.JOHNSON *punches air*) and I was just sat there, thinking: “What if I’ve done it wrong? (not the test) What if I’ve made all of these choices, and I’ll look back to see that the people I’ve made friendships with will all have left me, and I won’t have appreciated the support network I had?”

And that was it. Just a brief flash of doubt. And then my real head kicked in and said “NO HAZE. LIVE IN THE MOMENT”
So that is what I’m doing. If it all goes wrong, I’ll live with it. I don’t really think it’s going to, I’m just really apprehensive that one day, it *might*. I don’t want it to, at all! It was certainly a scary thought, and I really surprised myself. I think that thinking like that is something I need to *STOP* doing.
My decisions must be right, because I’m really happy.

Although, I am going to be in school until 6pm tonight. It is now 8:22 (when writing this, not posting) A.M. THAT IS (just less than) 10 HOURS.


IT’S WRONG!
But I will be singing, so eeet’s not all bad :D
Anyway, this blog was really weird, and I don’t think I should try to divulge my depressive thoughts to you any more, right?
(Sorry it wasn’t a story James, I’ll keep thinking)

Tatty bye,
Haze


(EXCESSIVE USE OF BRACKETS POST? CHECK)

Never before and hopefully never again.

Last night was SPECTACULAR. All of the acts were utterly fantastic, so enthusiastic, and you knew for a fact they all loved what they were doing. A dude called Andrew Davey supported this other really vintage band (WHO WERE JUST REALLY COOL!) and then Mumford & Sons played about an hour and 15 minute set! It was AMAZING! However, I did experience something that was TOTALLY weird. Well, more than weird, it was genuinely frightening. I was stood, enjoying “Dust Bowl Dance” (I think, but to be fair, I think it’s quite FAIR that I might not remember what SONG it was…) and my stomach started doing these odd flips. I thought, yeah, I really am enjoying this, they’re awesome, and then my head started to go “No Haze, you’re too warm!” So I took off my scarf. Literally 30 seconds after, I started to think, oh gosh, I’m trapped between all of these people and I think I need to get out, what should I do? I don’t want to miss the end of their set! And so I blacked out. But it was so strange, I was completely conscious, of people around me and where I was. I made the decision to do something about it. I don’t know how, but I did. I pressed my hands out because I couldn’t see, and I could feel myself swaying to the music, so I didn’t really look out of place, but I really felt it. I can remember turning to face Alex (my friend who I went with) and saying “I CAN’T SEE!” and he was like “We can move if you want to!” So I just hollered back “NO I REALLY CAN’T SEE ANYTHING I THINK I AM ABOUT TO PASS OUT” He literally YOINKED me by the wrists and led me up the stairs past the bar and out to the fire doors, where there was another girl doing the same, but she also looked drunk. I mean, it was so odd sort of coming back around in and out of sort of consciousness as I was being dragged through the crowd. It was like a totally negative Polaroid and then it all blurred back into real life. The really funny thing about this, is that we were talking about like, passing out, when we were waiting outside to get in, before all of this chaos, due to my BRUISING on my shin. It’s now the most gorgeous shade of yellow on my knee and still blue/green all down the shin :D
But I told Alex how I’d fallen out of the bath, and he said that it was one of his biggest fears to fall out of the shower, like “WHAT WOULD HAPPEN TO ME?” sort of thing. I told him about the time. OH YES, THE OTHER TIME (actually, this was before I’d kind of done it again, so it was just “that time”) I’d put myself in the recovery position before almost passing out because I could feel it coming, getting up after obviously passing out, and being fine. Now, bear in mind that this was the time when I was definitely the most ill I have EVER been, and hopefully it will be the only occasion (touch wood/head) because it was when I got out of the bath when I had chicken pox. Man, it really took me out of it, but being pre-emptive, I braced myself, and got through it.
If Alex hadn’t led me out, or God forbid, I hadn’t somehow decided to get out, I would have for sure just passed out and been laid on the floor, amongst the empty glasses and strange stickiness all over the lovely student union linoleum.
What a strange night.
I also went to McDonalds at about half past 11 at night, which I’ve never done before. People watching in there is really interesting, but the putrid stench of all of that ketchup and the drunk people with mayonnaise and bits of lettuce stuck to their faces is just a bit too wild for me. Just in case you’re wondering what I got from the fantastic food emporium, it was a bottle of water. AM I JUST THE COOLEST OFF THE WALL PERSON YOU HAVE READ A BLOG ABOUT RECENTLY? OR AM I NOT? Let me know  bahahahaha.
Anyway, we did some escalatatory adventuring in the metro station, and that was fun, then Alex’s Dad took me home, very kindly.

Eventful as it was, I got a free paper bag because I asked the merchandise man kindly, and the sort of people who follow Mumford & Sons tend to be really lovely Christian souls who just like doing nice things occasionally for the everyday people. It’s fantastic :D I also got a badge for signing up to the mailing list (Whiiiich I’m already on, but I wanted the badge!) and that really made me smile.

It’s 8:28 now, and I’ve been writing this for 20 mins. I need to go to the common room. I have so many layers on to keep me warm from the bitter chill of frost lurking in the air, that I’m starting to feel a little woozy now…
No wait, I’m fine.

BUS TIME TONIGHT :D
(WAS RUBBISH. I actually *read* on the bus)
p.s. I HAVE SOME SOCIAL RESEARCH TO DO! I LOVE IT!

Tatty bye,
Haze

Dumbass moment of the day

I should keep a more regular recording of these moments.
Monday’s was “the bath” incident.
Tuesday’s was for sure, the Uke presentation.
Wednesday’s was falling over a bag in the common room.
Thursday’s was getting jammed in between the two doors in the toilets with my bass clarinet box. That was *NOT* fun.

And so ONTO TODAY’S! AND IT’S NOT EVEN 20 PAST 8 IN THE MORNING!
I was getting out of the car. Singing Mumford & Son’s “The Cave” and just being really happy about the day ahead really. Then BAMMMM! I knocked my glasses off. They stick out from my face a little bit, but not all that much to be a daily nuisance. All in all, my face must have been too near to the doorframe of the car, and yes, my glasses FLEW from my ears, from atop my nose and landed on the ground next to my feet. Thankfully, they did not land lens down, but just as you would expect glasses to be left on any other ordinary tableau or work surface, with the arms outstretched and underneath of lens just touching the surface. I kind of shouted “OH BALLS MY GLASSES” and Dad was like “OH NO, REALLY?” I just sort of huffed off because I realised how dumb a thing it was to have happened to me; I mean, I knocked my OWN GLASSES OFF BECAUSE MY FACE WAS TOO NEAR TO A DOOR. Bearing this in mind, I have done this many times in many different places, against many different frames (some frame on frame action, geddit? Hahahaha NOT FUNNY HAZE) and I am not exaggerating.

I guess this just highlights how many of these awkward and potentially life defining moments happen to me, well, daily! I really am just a magnet for all of these mayhem inducing moments, at least they seem traumatic and devastating to me. It bugs me that I know some people who act awkward to get attention. Me? Seriously, it just HAPPENS. I think it’s mainly because I’m a really bad judge of spatial awareness, and partially because I’m quite obnoxious, but those are just my interpretations. People might think that I act like this for a reason, and if they do, they can get stuffed after telling me so. Do you ever think that? That you just wish people would tell you *really* what they think of you? It’s one of those things that annoys me about myself, I want to learn more about myself from others, but in a way, I’m still scared that their truth will point out the things about myself that I don’t want to recognise, but I do want to learn from, or you know, improve upon. I don’t know, but it’s just one of those things where I just feel this URGE to learn more, and observe the way that people observe me somehow. Anyway, those people that *Act* awkward? Please, you’re not doing yourself any favours. It’s not an endearing attitude to adopt really, is it?
At the end of the day, people will like you and want to spend time with you for who you really are (well I HOPE they do!) and if that someone is NOT NATURALLY AWKWARD, THEN THEY NEED A REALITY CHECK. I happen to be naturally awkward, obnoxious and sometimes rather, you know, frank. My friends accept that that is who I am, and I hope they like it. Not all of the time, but they understand.

I’m going for a meal with all of the people going on our Paris concert tour (in June) tonight. I’ve ordered a 12” pizza. Man, watching me plough through the WHOLE MOTHERLICKING PIZZA is going to be a spectacle. Not to mention awkward.

Tatty bye,
Haze

Queen of the Royally Awkward

If I were to run as president or ruler of any country, or state, I would probably run for The United States of Awkward. And would rule with supreme grace. CLEARLY.
I have come to point this out this morning because, well, I had a rather unfortunate accident last night.
Now, just to set the scene, Monday nights are those nights when…well I sort of have the most free reign over what I can do on a Monday. As a result of this, I’ve taken to having long baths before Glee. Now, my baths are LONG, DEEP AND HOT. (THAT’S WHAT SHE SAID…oh cripes). Also, when I am relaxed, I may need to point out, that this is my most awkward state. I mean REALLY. So, in this relaxed and quite calm mood, I decided to reach for a flannel. In the cupboard. Around the corner from the bath. SO!
STANDING UP (oh so sensibly in a slippy and HOT bath) I grabbed on to the side of the sink, and lent. Oh my, I did underestimate how slippy that surface was. Inevitably, I ended up completely and utterly BRUISED. I slipped ok? AND IT HURT. A LOT. The worst thing was that it sounded horrific and really loud because the water splashed back and my other foot knocked my pot of cream off the side of the bath. Just to set the scene, I was leaning with one hand against the shower wall (only really Liz and Mum can picture this, maybe James, but to the rest of you, GOOD LUCK MUAHAHHAHA), one hand leaning OUT of the bath and onto the sink, this was then the hand that reached into the cupboard (which is like, behind the shower “wall”, it’s what creates the bit for the shower to be attached to) and LO AND BEHOLD, ONE FOOT GAVE WAY AND I ENDED UP THE REACHING HAND ON THE FLOOR OF THE BATHROOM, MY HIP AND LEG CRASHING AGAINST THE SIDE OF THE BATH, AND MY OTHER LEG KNEELING ON THE FLOOR, KNOCKING THE CREAM OVER. And of course, after all of this, I nonchalantly screamed “I’M FINE” and decided the best plan of action was just to GET BACK IN THE BATH AND CALM THE BRUISES.
As a result of this, I now have the most killer ninja bruises EVER. You know, the ones that you can sense but can’t see. They’re like bruises in TRAINING. Man, I bet they appear later during the week, a stonking shade of purple, blue, green and yellow. I shall report back to you, I know you’d all love to know about the state of my bruising, it’s clearly the most RIVETING THING YOU WILL READ ALL WEEK.

I got my nerd glasses back offof Alice last night. I sat and talked to her Mum for like half an hour before she got back in from getting an injection. Man, if there’s one creature or being that I admire the most on this planet, it’s Mothers. I think that is all I shall say for now, I may explore this later in another post, this one needs to retain its air of ambiguity and awkwardness for now. Anyway, Dom told me that he’d been wearing my glasses, but Alice told me that he took them out of her bag, and after realising that they were mine and not Alice’s, continued smiling. I also, continued smiling.
I hope I am not putting all of my peeps in one basket.
Alas (earwax) I must return to my stupor in light of this heavy load of work I must do. I have to cut out some corduroy OH SO CAREFULLY (not on the day of awkward, oh no, I AM JINXED) and then give a presentation on the Ukulele to some Cadets this evening. Give me strength.


(Strength was needed, BUT I PULLED THROUGH AND THEY WERE STUNNED. YAYz!!!!)


Tatty bye,
Haze

Bubbling with excitement

My start to the weekend was actually rather beautiful.
I watched School of Rock.
I actually, whole-heartedly adore that film. It's just great.
Jack Black, lets get rockin'!

I am sorry about my last post, I just REALLY like that song. It is just... ahh, I love Dan le Sac vs Scroobius Pip.
I'd really like to get my hands on his published poetry...
:D

So I talked to my friend today. My special friend. My ice-skating buddy. My bus pal.
Now this is going to sound odd.
I suggested we should hang out.
You know, casual like.

He said that he would like to go and see Alice In Wonderland with me.

A smile broke out upon my face that was rather huge.
I checked the calendar.
I think Mum got confused.

I am going to see Alice In Wonderland with Dominic.
Not Francesca, as I think she understood/mistook.

As I will be going straight from band, to Newcastle (on the train WOOOZAHHHHH) to see the film, and Francesca said she will then take me to hers to drop off my doss-over bag, we shall go and see You Me At Six, PARRTAAAAY HARD, and then just you know, be awesome. So *that* part of the day will be spent with Francesca.

I'm slightly happy right now. Wait, I'm really rather ecstatic.
I also have my MIKA poster up ON MAH CEILING! IT'S RIGHT ABOVE MY FACE.
OH YEAH!
The Alice in Wonderland soundtrack is really rather spectacular.
CHECK IT OUT (when you can).

(This is a short post, it feels wrong)


And Mother, there is nothing to worry about. He's a very nice boy.





Tatty bye,
Haze

Stolen

but just every word here makes me...
just feel human.

Full impact found here

<3

"Silently I step up with a subversive subtext,
Trying to feed the need for more than just remedial subjects,
Place my faith in the belief that the general public,
Will open up their minds to more than just an industry puppet,

I ain't a preacher preachin' doom and gloom,
Well not just yet,
But if there's something I feel strongly about,
Then I'll discuss it,
And if I only make one album before I kick the bucket?
I'll hold that album to my heart in my grave and say "F*** IT"..

Waiting for the beat to kick in,
But it never does,
Waiting for my feet to grow wings,
That lift me above,
All of these tiresome things,
That we know and love,
Waiting for the beat to kick in,
But it never does,
Waiting for the beat to kick in,
But it never does,
Waiting for my feet to grow wings,
That lift me above,
All of these tiresome things,
That we know and love,
Waiting for the beat to kick in,
But it never does.

A lot of my poems and writings seem to start with me waking up, or being in a dream, or dream like state. Now, this implies a certain level of abstraction in my work.. You might say I'm keeping it surreal but.. I'd rather you didn't. Fact is. I sleep a lot. It's as simple as that. I like sleepin' man. It's a nice place to be.

...Right

I was walking along through unfamiliar streets,
And it felt strange 'cause there didn't seem to be anyone else around.
I don't know where I was but it had a feeling of New York,
But not New York in real life the New York you see in old films,
I can't really explain why it just had that vibe,
Every step I took felt somehow more dramatic.

So I kept walking and down an alley behind a bar sitting on some metal steps I saw a man,
From the look and smell of him it was clear that he enjoyed a drink,
But he wasn't in such a state I felt him to be any kind of irrational threat so I approached him,
With due care..

"Ah Mr Pip" he said out loud,
"We've been awaiting you, my name is Elwood P. Dowd",
Now just what he meant by 'we' I didn't really get,
But all the same I took a seat next to him on the step,
He said "You'll meet a few people before this day is through,
Who will administer advice and guidelines to you,
Now what each of them says I'll tell you now is true,
But whether or not you take this advice is for you to choose",
At that point he acted as if someone had whispered in his ear,
Which, since noone else was there, was pretty damn weird,
Awkwardly I looked away and kinda played with my beard,
And he cleared his throat for a second and said "Listen here,
In this life you can be oh so smart or oh so pleasant,
For years I was smart, I reccommend pleasant,
Being smart can make you rich and bring respect and reverence,
But the rewards of being pleasant are far more incandescent",

With this information I was encouraged to walk on,
I continued alone through these empty streets,
Thinking over what Elwood had said but at the same time thinking about how f***ing strange the day had been so far,
I was in my own little world when a hand was placed on my chest,
And a guy said "Look out, there's some broken glass on the floor there",

I looked up,
He said "Hi, pleased to meet you, my name is Lloyd Dobler,
I'll get straight to the point, won't take too much time from ya,
I'm probably the youngest person you'll get advice from today,
And you may think that a guy my age wouldn't have anything to say,
But it's said that observation, not old age, brings wisdom,
And I observe every single life lesson I'm given,
I won't attempt tell you how to love or be loved,
Because you get a different genie each time that lantern is rubbed,
But I will offer you advice on dealing with life,
Its ups and its downs,
Its troubles and its strifes,
Now I'm sure you've had times when you've felt down or angry,
Wanted to lash out, punch a wall and be manly,
But the question I pose now will offer you a plan B,
And maybe some peace and quiet for your friends and family,
How hard is it to decide to be in a good mood,
And then just be.. in.. a good mood?
That's all I have to say because it's a straight up fact,
You control your emotions it's as simple as that",
He walked off then, leaving me to contemplate this brief encounter,
I'd barely had time to realise I was being taught something before he was gone,
And I was back on my way.

On I walked and almost immediately I spotted the next guide,
And he couldn't be clearer.
This guy was standing on the street corner and pacing back and forth,
Skinny lookin' guy leather jacket tight jeans, retro look,
I'd rarely seen someone look quite so uncomfortable in their ownskin,
Twitchin', smoothing his hair back, kicking the floor and looking up and down the street,
He clearly didn't enjoy waiting around so I approached him quickly,
To put him out of his misery,
And to let him start his.. spiel.

"Hi my name is Billy Brown,
I ain't gonna give you some quote,
Instead I'm gonna use some stuff that YOU wrote:
'Always had the feeling I could never be the villain,
Cause the villain in the books is always backlit,
Always had the feeling I could never be the villain,
Cause the villain in the books is always backlit,
Now I find it pleasing to defend myself with reason,
But this clock is always sitting on my back,
tick, tick tick,
Then, no explosion but participants errosion,
Like a picture over overly exposed and,
Like a fox that's been run over in the road and..'
Basically what I'm trying to say to you is,
You don't achieve anything by letting the past rule within you,
Getting all pent up and angry about stuff just eats away inside you,
What's that other line of yours..
'If you can't forgive and forget,
How's this,
Forget forgivin' and just accept that that's it',
See that's how it's gotta be.
Then you can fall in love, get on with your life and be free",
Almost before he could finished this sentence he was off down the street,
Hands in his pockets, hurrying away..

Now quite accepting of the totally surreal time I was having I rounded a corner,
And continued onto my next encounter,
Resigned to the fact this was some dream or hallucination,
I made my way through the now dark street,
To the one window that had a light on,
I walked through the unlocked door which incidentally had blinds down,
And a sillhouetted figure like a film noir scene,
But sadly no sign saying Private Eye.
As I entered a voice promptly said..

"This journey's almost over, I'm the only one left,
Allow me to introduce myself; my name is Walter Nepp,
The other guys have taught you things of great positive worth,
But I'm afraid I'm here to bring you back down to Earth,
See you can live your life in control and be nice,
But even that will not promise you a happy life,
You may think yourself in general to be a nice guy,
But I'm telling you now - that right there is a lie,
Even the nicest of guys has some nasty within 'em,
You don't have to be backlit to be the villain,
Whether it be greed lust or just plain vindictiveness,
There's a level of benevolence inside all of us,
You can paint yourself an image and live in your own little dream,
But this ain't a dream, it's one big silver screen,
So when you think you've got your happy ending don't ever forget it,
It ain't over til you hear the sound of your end credits,
You'll be waiting for the beat to kick in,
But it never does,
Waiting for you feet to grow wings,
That lift you above,
All of these tiresome things,
That you know and love,
Waiting for the beat to kick in,
But it never does,
Waiting for the beat to kick in,
But it never does,
Waiting for you feet to grow wings,
That lift you above,
All of these tiresome things,
That you know and love,
Waiting for the beat to kick in,
But it never does"


Tatty bye,
Haze

My Way of Thinking

(Greg Holden, beautiful)

I have missed you. It feels so good to just sit down, and have the morning time to tap this out to you. I even did the physical action of pretending to (because I can’t) crack my knuckles outwards, like piano players do to sometimes limber up to write this. A part of me has just become a little more complete for writing this.

THE. DAY. HAS. ARRIVED.
The day I have been counting down to since the 26th October! (Which was Stereo Decade night (don’t even go there, I am beyond frustration)[EDIT- NO IT WASN'T IT WAS TIM MINCHIN NIGHT!!!!!] Since Danielle booked the tickets that evening and we just actually squealed in the car, for both of the events in our headlights. Headlines? Horizon? Oh, never mind.
So yes! IT IS MIKA EVENING TONIGHT! AND ERIK HASSLE IS SUPPORTING! I AM GOING TO EXPLODE TODAY! However, I feel a little bit too ill to feel the real extent of my excitement. My cough is tickly, it’s all icky, my nose is dribbly and I still have a raspy voice. So, all in all, not all is in good order in my body, but I’ll manage because I ALWAYS DO! Sucks to be a week night though.
Oh, and I’m totally waiting to meet him, screw needing sleep. I need Mika.

Also, it’s doom day in orthodontic land. I am getting them changed again. Or off, which I highly doubt now looking at the state of them. Maybe in a month? Phew, I hope so! I’VE MISSED SO MUCH! Like my lips looking a little bit more normal? Oh well!

I wrote in my diary last night that I had this urge to want to go swimming yesterday. I just wanted to like, float. It was odd, I can’t really describe it, but I think I’m fondest of those moments, when you just *can’t* describe how you feel, but it’s beautiful. I also had a really deep bath by accident, and my arms just FLOATED. They honestly wouldn’t do anything else, because if they somehow had done, I would’ve single handedly (hahahaaa) flooded the bathroom.
Oh dear, both Danielle and I have very little voice today. It shall be quiet. NOT. MUAHAHAHHA.

I’m going to sit and make my nails shorter and more even, via filing and maybe taking this CRUDDY layer of graphite colour nail varnish off. I hate not having the time to do a second layer, and leaving it looking all weak and watery and just down –right RUBBISH.

- Ok so I just got home from getting my braces changed. These bad boyd are coming off in 9-10 weeks time. PREPARE YOURSELF FOR NAKED TEETH! HAHAHAHA OH MARISSA!
- I just saw two boys deliberately pelt over-the-road’s living room windows with snowballs. My faith in humanity is at an all time low.
- We’re having fish fingers for tea.
- It has been about 10 years, no exaggeration, since I have had fish fingers, at all, let alone for tea.
- I am going to see Mika and Erik Hassle live tonight.
- I am going to feel even more complete
-


Tatty bye,
Haze

p.s.
MUAHAHHAHAHA

I only have eyes for you

So trueeeeeeeeeeeeeeee...
OH YOU ME AT SIX.
I am thoroughly excited about *that* right there, I tell you now.
Because I want to be a scene kid at heart, even though I despise everything they stand for, their music makes me go :D
AHH, as if I just stereotyped.
Move on!

Owl City last night completed a certain fragment of my life. I feel incredibly thankful that it alleviated some of Fran's burdens as well, just being major fangirls. It was blissful. I will say now and here though, that there were some CRAZY people stood in the vicinity of us. I mean, Owl City, eclectic crowd, right?
There was a CRAZY girl stood infront of us. I mean, she was clearly ON MEDICATION. She was with her Mum though. ROFL. Another case like this, but severely toned down, was a boy dressed all in black with a black beenie too, that was with his Dad. His father was the man that is at EVERY GIG I HAVE EVER BEEN TO (not the *actual* man, that would have freaked me out, BIG TIME) but the image of the man who is ALWAYS THERE.

The man in the coat.
Zipped up, to the top.

However, the only thing missing this time was the awkward pint in his hand. Probably because he was with his son.
Oh, I've only just realised, they must have both been under 14 to be accompanied by an adult. HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA.
Sorry, I was once at that stage, (The Feeling) but MAN. My parents helped me take the posters off the walls, they didn't zip their fleeces up and stand looking a little bit forlorn. Actually, Mum may have done the forlorn thing, but she enjoyed it.

And thirdly, the girl stood behind me. Typical "I'm an annoying girlfriend with my boyfriend" girl. She was so insistent upon the fact she knew more words. I mean, come ON! THERE IS NO NEED! I was just happy to know which song he was singing, and chip in at little bits. I knew she was aiming those sly digs at Fran and I, she was shouting so loudly. She was blonde and short. It was funny.
I also waved my hands a little bit too much and like, biffed a scene kid's back combed mullet.
I thought they had died out, I really did, but no, apparently they are still here, returning like a beheaded hydra. She was even wearing a BOW.
A MASSIVE BLACK BOW.

Cripes, it's 2010. The scene errupted, what, 2 years ago? That is some dedication. Or perhaps she's just behind the times.

What I loved the most is that Adam called us Magpies.
And said "This next song is about bugs and stuff", and then proceeded to sing Fireflies.
He dedicated The Saltwater Room to his father, by saying "If my Dad is out there listening, this goes out to him".
I welled up. I'm not going to lie to you.


I have a lot of revision to do for three separate tests tomorrow.
One which I've had the answers for (well actually only half of them because they printed the booklet wrong, but still) since last Friday, and the other two can just royally shove off.

I am looking forward to Pheasant stirfry mash up.
Thank you Heather.


Tatty bye,
Haze

That the heart may be the weakest part of me

I've started my psychology work and revision.
Having left my textbook in my locker.
ARGHHH!
Noah and the Whale can save me! HURRAH!
One of the things that actually cheers me up, no matter WHAT, is being able to clap in time to songs, which you know, have CLAPS in them.
Like Jocasta. That song, right there. I never thought I would be in love with an entire album like I am with that. And that band.
Which reminds me, they played the Sage in Gateshead near to me. The Sunday after we had dumped Liz in Lancaster. Mum said I couldn't go because I would be too tired. From that day on, I have been an incomplete and brokenhearted Whaleite. WOW. I JUST MADE UP A NAME.
Maybe we're just whales.
Ha, Liz's friend Alicia is TERRIFIED of Whales!

I really like clapping. Like, I mean, I can clap quite loud. And when we had to clap after performances at school, or after Mr.Quinn's speeches after mass, it was always our line of friends that were the ones competing for the last clap. Mine was always the loudest, and I hope it still is. I do tone it down around like small people, or people that I hope will hold a higher opinion of me. But apart from that, I let rip with the clapping.

Oh my goodness.
I guess I should review Avatar, right?
Well, considering I had a rather baffling night online last night AFTER I'd seen it, alas, (Earwax) my mind is not so clear.
I had to give the Imax glasses back. ARGH. Aside from grumbling... OH!
I saw my cousin Lucy and her boyfriend before we went into the cinema! They were sat at Yo!Sushi (which looked UNBELIEVABLY TEMPTING, we had to wait until we got back to eat our tea of spag bol, HALF PAST NINE? IT WAS A JOKE I TELL YOU...but really quite lovely and wholesome, we watched a programme about thatching...LOL) and she looked really happy (: I was pretty proud to have spotted them :D

Oh bum. Dad is trying to fix the shower. I have this horrible sinking feeling that something has gone wrong.


Anyway, Avatar. The imagery was lovely, I was baffled by the effects and the experience of it all. I was just angry at the end because LEONA LEWIS HAD TO GO AND SING THE SONG AT THE END, DIDN'T SHE? ARGH.
The plot wasn't amazing, but I did enjoy the experience. I think the best bit for me was when I turned to my Dad in the middle of the film and he was pretending to brush away the falling "3D" ash from his shoulders. Oh it did make me chuckle amidst all of the "LETS BLOW UP A BIG OL' TREE AND RUIN EVERYTHING" bit of the film.

It made me happy.
I now have to go and leave the "I still haven't seen Avatar minority" group on Facebook.
And STOP GOING ON FACEBOOK.
I'm starting to hate it, with a BURNING PASSION.
I also need to stop becoming a fan of things. IT IS TICKING ME OFF...
AH, I am stopping.
What a relief.
I shall only check once a day, notifications, inbox, respond to my friends... END.

OH MY GOOOOOOOD GRIEF. Fireflies just came on.
I am going to be standing less than 5 feet away from Adam Young at 8pm tonight.
With Francesca.
It's love.



Tatty bye,
Haze

Wild Young Hearts

I've been on another Spotify spree.

I don't apologise for this, because it just means I'm broadening my musical diversity, and its horizons.

I am quite fond of The Noisettes.

For other reasons than just the beautiful music.

Oh ok, I give in, I'll explain!

Sorry, I am rather giddy.

So, I went ice skating yesterday. And met up with Dom. I can say it now, because Mum finally guessed what he's called. And meh, maybe she'd like to know.

And no Mum, he's not what I class as a boyfriend...yet.

MUAHAHAHHAHAHA.

Anyway, aside from that manic giggle, we all met up yesterday (all being Fran, Danielle and two of his friends. NOT A TRIPLE DATE SCHEME, I SWEAR). And went ice skating.

Now, it has been at least 2 years if not two and a half years since I have been skating. And that was with this pre-mentioned "friend" of the rather depressive blog of a few weeks ago, just to add to my massive pile of poop thoughts that went on yesterday. So, lurking like a lurker on lurk pills (Oh Louise Rennison, your cute little literary devices!) at the back of my mind she was there all day, but she was eschewed with a firm hand. Believe me. Ha, metaphorical SLAP. No.

BACK TO THE EVENTS HAZE!

Fran and Danielle had trouble with public transport, so his friends, him and I ended up going on the ice "early". Well, we quite literally broke the ice easily. BAHA. Anyway, it was just so sweet. Like Bambi, I failed quite miserably to start with, but I picked up confidence (somehow) ... and glided around, into children most of the time I may add, but it was actually so lovely. Mind you, I was imagining things to happen before hand, and guess what? THINGS ACTUALLY EVEN WENT BETTER THAN THAT!

As I was saying, I did flail around abit to start with, but he just grabbed my hand and I dragged him around the ice. He said that it was nice just being led by me. I half expected my legs just to give way then and there, but they kept going. Goodness only knows how! And I still haven't even explained The Noisettes! Well, I shall do that bit now.

The rink had this loop of (some) good songs on, and seeing as we were on it for an hour and fourty, we managed to get through the whole loop. There were these blissful moments when he was skating backwards and I was checking behind his head for children and corners, and he was just looking straight into my eyes. Oh yeah, and then I looked into his and he tripped over my skates. He went SMACK down. Oh my goodness, the guilt just made me scream. I think I mentally scarred a child or two. The cutest thing was that when I apologised, he told me that he was more concerned that I might have gone down with him. Which (I still don't know how actually) I hadn't. ANYWAY! There was (and were actually many points) this one point where we were just skating together, and others where caught a glimpse of each other across the rink when separated, and a song came on that we both knew. We just sort of mouthed TUNE and started singing it at each other.

By far, the best one was "Never Forget You" by The Noisettes ( found here) (OMG IT JUST CAME ON MY SPOTIFY, NO WAY!!!!!) because of the lyrics. Oh, and Beyoncé's "Halo"....LOL.

Also, Kasabian. Just love, right there.

He also, later, offered me some of his milkshake. I couldn't have it because it was full of skittles. Still, the gesture was there, right?

Oh, connotations of milkshake, you make me want to projectile express myself all over you.

(I LOVE SUE FROM GLEE BAHAHAHHA)

Then I went to see Percy Jackson and the Lightning Thief with Francesca. Oh my goodness, he is some smokin' eye candy. We were so close to the front of the cinema (well on the front row, duh) that it felt like we were in the film. I'm not complaining about that, he is fit. But my eyesight did suffer a little bit.

Phew! WHAT?

FRANCESCA'S FRIEND IS FRIENDS WITH ERIK HASSLE?

WHAT IS THIS? I NEED TO GET ON THIS!

I have done my research analysis now. PHEWFFF. Revision, reading and one ALAAL to go for work now, I think I'll get most of it done before Avatar.

Oh yeah, I'm going to hang with the blue people. FINALLY.

"Did you miss me?

I borrowed your silver boots, now if you just let me give them back to you..."

The skates were blue.

POOP.

Hahahahahahaha.

Always remember me.

Tatty bye,

Haze