There's A Reason For This Music.

The room is dark. Filled with the heat of a thousand bodies, all pressed together in this crowded space. The atmosphere is charged with energy waiting to be unleashed. The air is not pure but a smoky haze, musty and lingering. Breathe it in with a sigh of relief. Beneath your feet the floor is sticky from the thousands who have claimed this spot before. Excited voices echo each other, blended to become a background noise of excited murmuring. Although the crowd act relaxed, there's an underlying anticipation emanating from everyone in the room. Expectant. You can feel it too. An energy waiting to explode. The lights dim, plunging the crowd into total darkness. You're aware of everyone around you, so close that you're already touching. Your heart pounds. Screams fill the air. This is the moment everyone has been waiting for. The bass starts up, filling the room with rhythm, forcing everyone to move. The pounding beat of the drums drive every worry and self conscious thought from your mind. You forget yourself. All that's left is the feeling of freedom. As the lights blind your eyes and the band play their song, you lose yourself to the music. You go with it, whatever it is. Feel, don't think. The crowd around you is dragging you down further into the chaos. An adrenaline rush. Exhilaration. The crowd has become unified as one and you are lost among them. It doesn't matter if you fall. This group of strangers around you are already picking you up, lifting you to safety. The music is deafening. There's no chance they'll hear your thanks but you try anyway. Once again the crowd is thrown into each other with enough force to send people flying to the floor. Everyone helps. We're all here to have a good time. Your arms reach up and join the mass of hands, clapping with perfect timing, perfect synchronization. Everyone knows what to do. It's simple. As someone is lifted up, you reach out and push them along until they disappear from view, lost within the frenzy of bodies. Swaying arms and glowing lights. Hundreds of them. You could do this for hours but all too soon it's over. A thunderous roar of appreciation fills the room as the band make their exit and the crowd begin to depart. Exhaustion. Tonight has been blood, sweat and perhaps a few tears. As you leave and everything settles back to normalcy, you're left with an undescribable feeling that will last for weeks, along with the bruises. It matters that this night is over but once again it is added to the list of the best nights of your life.

The Book Of Hidden Wonders.

I love going through those old hidden boxes that always seem to end up stuffed under the bed or down the back of the cupboard. Usually I can sit there for hours looking through them until I either get bored or hungry or sometimes both. Anyway, that was irrelevant. I'm not blogging about boxes!

I discovered a book the other day and that book just so happened to contain a list of my 50 favourite songs so I was a little annoyed that I didn't find it the other day when I actually typed a blog about my favourite songs. Anyway there are a few songs on that list that I'm shocked I didn't remember before so I thought I would mention them here:

Tonight Tonight by Smashing Pumpkins.
Machines by Biffy Clyro.
Love Steals Us From Loneliness by Idlewild.
Numb by Linkin Park.
Shine by Muse.

Ps. Would it be bad for my health if I ate a mint leaf straight from the plant?

I'm Confused.com.

No, I'm not really. Not in the literal sense anyway...

I developed a growing dislike for that website. It built up and built up until I vowed that I would never go on that webiste. Ever. And all because of their ridiculous adverts. "I'm Confused.com". Well, I'm not suprised you're confused about why you ended up on such a blatantly crap advert.

But then something changed. Something so shocking that I stopped screaming in frustration at the television when the advert came on and instead ended up jumping up and down in excitement. Yes, they got new adverts...

And with these adverts came AmazingPhil! At first I didn't believe it. Why would someone I'm subscribed to on YouTube end up on a Confused.com advert!?! But then I realised that this is Phil and he is capable of doing anything.

And now it gets even stranger because Charlieissocoollike has ended up on them. Well I think it was him anyway. I wasn't really paying attention. Okay, I used the mighty Wikipedia and it was him. But seriously, how many more people from YouTube can get on the Confused.com adverts? Let me guess, next it will be Nerimon?

Darn it, I've jinxed it now.

A Popcorn Predicament.

Going to the cinema is supposed to be an enjoyable experience is it not? So it really does not help that many of my memories have been hideously scarred by one particular occurrence that frequently ruined my day...

Yes you all know what I'm talking about. That stupid stupid stupid advert they always played right before the film that Always made me jump. I knew it was coming. I braced myself and still it never failed to scare me. The advert that unnecessarily involved fire and loud noises and seemed to have this big build up leading up to one big BANG at the end that had me flinching in my seat. Don't laugh and mock me. I was young.

Thankfully they don't play that advert anymore. They fill up the ridiculously long space with car adverts. It's a conspiracy. How to make people buy new cars? I know, trap them in a dark cinema with a really big screen and make them watch three minute long adverts of our new car driving up a mountain. Pure genius.

And my favourite part of going to the cinema has always been the trailers for other films. Why go and spend money going to see all of those new films when they take the best parts out and put them in the trailer? And it's an added bonus that you get to see about three or four trailers. Saves a lot of money.

Finally I finish with the ultimate question... The Sweet Popcorn or The Salted Popcorn? Salty all the way!

Fred-Eric Goes On An Adventure.

Frederick was a nice bug. Polite, calm and a little shy he kept mostly to himself. One spontaneous day he decided to explore the world from a human's perspective and so ventured out into the unknown until eventually he arrived at a train station. Freddie had no Oyster Card because of course he wasn't in London and he was too small to carry the epic one pound coin to the ticket machines to purchase a valid ticket.

Like most of the other bugs in the station, Freddie found himself restlessly waiting on the window frame. He watched all the people come and go, feeding their tickets into the constantly opening barriers and he knew that he could easily take one from their pockets but NO! Freddie was no thief and besides he was trying life as a human and he was pretty sure that people were good and never stole. How little Freddie knew.

Whilst wandering around the little ledge, Freddie took no notice of the two girls who came and stood beside him until tragedy struck and Freddie was flung through the air by a giant finger! Shaken and confused Freddie couldn't understand why this had happened and struggled uselessly on his back. The two girls peered down until one of them helped him back up.

Of course, this was only the beginning. Freddie was then a victim to the dreaded camera! He tried unsuccessfully to climb the wall to escape. He didn't want to be posted on Photobucket. Eventually, Frederick was left tired and exhausted. As much as he hated to admit it, being a model was quite fun after the initial shock.

Hopping up onto a higher ledge Freddie was stunned into silence when he came face to face with his rival Harold. Harold was a Green Fly and believed that his petite figure made him superior to Freddie. A fight soon ensued and although Freddie tried his hardest, he was soon thrown from the ledge to once again land painfully on his back.

Holly and Gemma, who had been watching the fight with avid amusement and chanting 'Fight, fight, fight!' gasped in horror as Freddie stopped moving. Gemma gave Freddie a hand and he scrambled to his feet while Harold casually stolled from view.

Soon, an emotional goodbye arrived as Freddie discovered he had to part with his new found friends and once they were gone he decided that Oyster Cards, train tickets and a rematch with Harold could wait for another day. He headed home to make some tea and watch Coronation Street.

The Misfortunate Wild Rocket.

Does anyone else remember Happy Shopper? I realised earlier today that because I never actually went in one, I have missed out on some important part of my shopping experience. If I actually liked shopping I'm sure this would have ruined my day.

That was slighty irrelevant though. What I was trying to say was that earlier whilst out and about, I spotted on a shelf a box of 'Wild Rocket' and that got me to ponder, how can that Rocket be wild if it's spent it's whole, short life so far growing in a box? And then I came to the conclusion that of course I should have figured out straight away. The Wild Rocket is in a Wild Box that just accidentally happened to fall onto a shelf of the garden section in Wilkinson. Oh how silly I was not to realise.

[On a side note I really feel that Wilkinson should be pronounced Wilkinsons because this is what I actually call it and yet it is not the correct name].

This Rocket really is Wild...

Shiver Me Timbers!

Following my continuously changing thoughts the other day through a battle of political debate and then out the other side to thinking about something trivial like pickled onions, I stumbled across a thought that really got me thinking. Just what are my favourite songs?

Warning: None of these songs are in order.

1. Wake Me Up When September Ends by Green Day.
2. Good Riddance (Time Of Your Life) or Time of Your Life (Good Riddance) by Green Day.
3. Down by Blink 182.
4. Hate Me by Blue October.
5. Vegas Skies by The Cab.
6. Best Of You by Foo Fighters.
7. Always All Ways (Apologies, Glances and Messed Up Chances) by Lostprophets.
8. Last Train Home by Lostprophets.
9. Blackout by Muse.
10. Hyper Chondriac Music by Muse.
11. Open Your Eyes by Snow Patrol.
12. New American Classic by Taking Back Sunday.
13. Your Own Disaster by Taking Back Sunday.
14. Waste Myself by This Providence.
15. Find A Way by The Used.

And these are the songs I couldn't decide on:
1. I Miss You by Blink 182.
2. My Hero by Foo Fighters.
3. Last Summer by Lostprophets.
4. Divine Intervention by Taking Back Sunday.
5. The Kill by 30 Seconds To Mars.
6. Smother Me by The Used.

There are tonnes more songs but these are just some of the ones I found on my iPod.

The Day Of Many Missions [Buying 41 Things With A One Pound Coin].

Today, much like most other days that involve exams, has been a greatly feared day in my mind. Perhaps though this day has been of greater importance as it included the one and only... English Literature. My most feared only because I cannot bear to fail.

So, how did it go? Why that is a question for August the 27th.

Anyway, this blog is not about English Literature! No no. It is about being rebellious.

After the morning exam Penny and I had a few hours to kill and nothing to do. We briefly considered staying at school and revising but knowing that we could literally walk out of school as we wished became too much so we decided that with Penny's pound we would go on a mission to see how many things we could buy. Whilst strolling casually towards the exit we saw Camilla and so, as normal as this is, we hid behind the wall and scared her. At least, she acted very well at being scared.

She had to go and look in the magical Lost Property because somehow she has lost some Very Important Things for her exams. Many people were congregating, including Penny and I, and so when we were accused of being in the way [not in those exact words] we hid behind a transparent glass door. How rebellious is that for you?

We made our way through dangerous lands, through bitter wind until eventually we were ten minutes down the hill in Chatham. Using Camilla's natural sense of direction which seemed more to me like eyesight we passed all the charity folk who were stopping people for 'a chat with a charity' and made it into Poundland. All hail Poundland!

Chaos ensued. Roughly ten whole minutes debating Coconut Mushrooms, invisible people and cookies. The most important question... Do we buy a big pack of '75 year old' cookies or 'the cookies with the most chocolate chips'? Well naturally the ones with the most chocolate won and so once again using Camilla's 'sense of direction' we found a bench, counted 38 cookies plus 3 wrappers and divided them up to twelve each. Now, I suggested having a cookie munching competition and although the others declined, Camilla was rather enthusiastic about the cookies.

During this time we discussed 'Al's Got Rhythm'.

Camilla departed and so another mission arrived. 15 Minutes. One long hill. Did we make it? Well, surprisingly we were only one minute late to our lesson. That's quite an achievement.

After a rather amusing ICT lesson lunch involved more cookies, a scary snail, a plastic bag eager for freedom and quite a few jokes. Lunch with Jennifer and Penny was very eventful.

Finally, I ended the day with a really crappy ICT exam that most of us hated anyway. Interface: My Face. Thank you for cheering me up Jennifer.

Optimistic iPod.

Contrary to popular belief, although my iPod happens to be the one thing I can't leave the house without it also happens to be the one piece of technology I own that is superior in frustrating me. That has nothing to do with the fact that it is the only piece of technology I use... But I have noticed that Pip [short for Purple iPod] seems to have inherited some unknown disease from it's ancestor, Judy Nora Beckett who passed away earlier this year. And yes, I DO name my iPods and no I don't think that this is particularly weird because 1) This is my blog you're reading so what do you expect? and 2) My iPod is like an extra hand that happens to play they greatest songs in existence so there really is no reason why I shouldn't name it.

Anyway, like all other iPods ever created mine has awfully bad manners and freezes up at the most inconvenient of times. Also, the little spinny thing moves in the wrong direction meaning that when I'm trying to get to Biffy Clyro it takes me down to Viva Machine. This often leads me to want to throw Pip down the toilet to teach it some lessons but what would I do without my third shiny, purple, metal hand?

Another thing I've noticed and I'm not sure whether this is because iPods are complete and utter crap or because I use mine so much it's going to have a heart attack at any moment, is that I have to charge Pip up every night or he/she/it passes out on me when I leave the house and this simply cannot happen! 'Connect to power' The most awful phrase I have ever witnessed, especially when it comes with a little picture of an empty battery that isn't even Duracell.

However, although I am aware that I may have given the impression that I am 'anti-iPod' it really is just Apple that I hate and not actually iPods individually. They're really very nice when you get to know them. Not only is Pip purple but 'it' also comes with games, video and genius. Actually I minus the genius because I refuse to get an iTunes account to use it. Fraud can happen! I honestly can't believe that they make you enter credit card details before you're allowed to create an account. Why can't I just enter my non existant details if I decide to buy something?

This blog started with no purpose and most definitely was not meant to be about iPods even though the title does suggest otherwise. Thank you Pip and Judy Nora Beckett for being the only pieces of technology I can bear to carry around with me.

A Five Minute Musical Blog 3.

Yes everyone, it's back for a third round and this time it's better. Keeping my grand total of seven followers [and sometimes Laura] updated with all the latest music knowledge and news I can cram into my head once again I open my blog to the magic of free advertising:

If you were to conveniently read this blog and then follow the link I give you, you could have the privilege of listening to not one but TWO new Cobra Starship songs from their third album Hot Mess. These two songs are Pete Wentz Is The Only Reason We're Famous and Good Girls Go Bad featuring Leighton Meester from Gossip Girl.

http://www.myspace.com/cobrastarship

Also, finally after years and years 21st Century Breakdown was released today so go buy it! I spent last night watching a Green Day special on tv. Staying up till midnight was most definitely worth it.

And lastly, after waiting for what seems like a very long time for this I discovered Taking Back Sunday's new video Sink Into Me which I have to say is actually extremely catchy and likely to get stuck in my head for days.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5qnltq4scQ0 and if this link does not work here's a link to their official website where you can view their videos, http://www.takingbacksunday.com/media/videos

Go check them out!

That Is Not A Billion Pounds...

I was watching The News earlier [because this is something that apparently is very important and will help with my social knowledge, also it would be quite useful with a future career in journalism] and I was discussing in my head how news reporters seem to have a great sense of humour when something completely ridiculous shook the very thought of good humour from my head and put me in a bad mood.

It would appear that our moronic Government has decided to completely forget the fact that we are in a recession and spend NINE BILLION POUNDS on the Olympics. Yes, you heard correct. The 2012 Olympics. Do they spend that money wisely? Do they feed the poor or donate to charities or even consider trying to prevent the economy falling into a black hole? No, they spend nine billion pounds on a bunch of people who jump over poles, lift weights and ride horses. Congratulations.

And what for? Pride. A predictable answer.

However, what has really captured my interest and made this all the more frustrating is that whilst politicians are strutting around in their expensive houses wasting ridiculous amounts of Government expenses on petty, selfish and trivial things like swimming pools, we are being made to pay for this atrocity out of taxes! Have they not considered that the average citizen does simply not have the money to spend on new apartments that they will never live in for people who will live in them for no longer than a couple of months?

If the government actually cared and took the time to pull their heads out of their own arses they would realise that with a recession meaning that people are losing their jobs, homes and who knows what else, perhaps the best thing to do is go tell the Olympics to crap all over someone else's country and leave us alone so we can spend our money on things that matter!

Technically My Sleeping Was Just An Excuse.

Being tired is a very confusing and sometimes shocking experience. It usually involves walking into doors and staring at an object for ten minutes without blinking. Sometimes it involves tripping up stairs instead of down...

Anyway, I have concluded that there are a few very interesting and useful benefits to being tired to the point where you fall asleep in strange places:

- You can easily excuse yourself from the most boringly tedious conversations. I do it all the time, if I know an unwanted conversation is about to smack me round the face I'll pretend to be asleep. I'm nearly always tired anyway so I'm not technically doing anything wrong, just resting my eyes...

- It's a time waster. Waiting around for things can get boring so just go to sleep instead. This is easy for me to say because I can fall asleep anywhere... literally. Wooden floors, tables, cars, you name it.

- If you happen to be in an awkward situation by which I mean you think there's nobody around so you laze around in your pjs and then a stranger walks into the room just fake it. Close your eyes, a stranger won't wake you up.

- If you happen to already be involved in an extremely tedious conversation and the other person is giving a lecture on hats, just nod and say 'Oh I'm sorry, I'm just so tired'. They can't moan at you because you sneakily slotted the apology in first.

However, with great sleepiness comes great awkward moments. Watch your mouth when you're tired, it has a mind of its own. Also, don't fall asleep near cake, never a good idea.

Pastry Flow.

I'm feeling really weird right now, as in right this second and being on the computer with a purpose to what I'm doing is making me feel better. I'm not sure how to explain it but I have this really strange feeling that something is wrong and it's not a particularly nice feeling. Sort of like I've just woken up from a nightmare although I haven't been to sleep yet. Perhaps sleep deprivation is the answer.

Anyway, whilst in this crazy state of semi consciousness I have the strangest urge to pick up a pen again and get down to some serious writing. To anyone who has never been captivated by a book or felt the passion to write, this paragraph will probably make no sense in the slightest. Writing has always been a part of me, from writing letters to my mum when I was younger to actually attempting to write a novel with the simple predicament of having no plot. I write things without meaning or story because I simply love to write. Finding the right word can change the whole meaning to how someone perceives something in their imagination. I guess that's just it, I have a very vivid imaginaton.

I haven't written anything in a while. I've had this feeling that until a plot arrives in my head I won't be able to write anything. Right now though, I just want to write something. Maybe I will.

I don't fully understand why I'm writing this blog. I needed to do something and writing a blog is always something to do when I have the time. That strange feeling is still whirling around in my head but hopefully I'll sleep it off and it'll be gone in the morning. This has been a pretty serious blog for something that had no purpose.

Goodnight.

Study Leave.

You may have deduced that this is going to be a very boring blog about everything exciting I have done in study leave so far... well you would be right. Only joking, it just seemed an appropriate name for a blog considering I am on study leave. Three whole days of it in fact, I feel so priviledged.

Anyway, my mum watched that film Mirrors the other night and as you may or may not be aware I absolutely hate horrors. I don't see how you can have fun watching something that is usually sick and twisted and involves a creepy plot line that was clearly developed by somebody mentally unstable. Anyway, I asked her what it was about and I figured that if it was really likely to freak me out she would refuse to tell me. Instead she went into this horrible, detailed description of how the woman's reflection watched her in the bathroom mirror and then attacked it's own face, thus killing the innocent lady.

Now, I was slightly freaked out and naturally I took it upon myself to literally avoid mirrors for the next few hours. But then I was faced with the horrible dilemma that I was going out and needed to go wash in the bathroom... with the mirror right above the sink.

I debated with myself and then came up with the genius idea to duck down below the mirror whilst washing so that I did not have to come face to face with my reflection. It worked and thankfully nobody came upstairs to see me hiding from the mirror while I was brushing my teeth.

Anyway, you may call me childish and silly and possibly overdramatic but I really, really, really hate horror films.

Rave In The Cave.

It does make me chuckle when people have preconceptions of each other that are later proved false. In this particular situation I am of course referring to the fact that many people were shocked to find out that I was to be attending Rave In The Cave last Friday. People who really know me know that I could have hours of fun in a rave if only the right music were played... Yes I am still grieving that not one Pendulum song was played.

Anyway, it was quite a bit of fun. Going with Lauren and Gemma was always going to make it a hyper event made all the worse by the fact that we all bought Relentless right before. I happened to drink mine just a little too fast and so I spewed in a toilet. Fun fun.

I would like to comment on Gemma's outrageous outfit and I commend her for being brave enough to be so bold and daring. Also, the look on people's faces was pretty priceless. Sort of like "What? She came to a rave dressed in bright colours! That is shocking." It's not really if you think about it.

The queue outside was very unorganised if I do say so myself although you should not really listen to my critical analysis as I am a person of many lists. Many lists. In fact, I'm so organised that this blog has an order to it. Anyway, considering there were only a few hundred people it was quite shameful that it took them over an hour to let us in. Speaking of unorganised it was also tragic that there was no toilet roll in the toilets.

Walking through the underground tunnels of Fort Amherst was pretty awesome. You could hear the music pounding through the tunnels and it was dark and people were running around and you get my point. Then you walk into the tiny room where the rave is and it was sort of like 'Okaaay..." but we found the even smaller upstairs room where the bands were playing so it was all good.

This is the point where I say I don't need to go into too much detail. There were drunk people staggering around, people blatantly stoned and just generally people getting up to ALL sorts of innappropriate stuff. Yes, I am against alcohol and drugs.

There were some pretty good unknown bands there. We got in a few mosh pits, lost some glow sticks, did some headbanging, fell over, got some high fives off the band members. Stuff like that. It was all just good fun.

I have still to make up my mind about the rave downstairs though. Lauren and I went down to see what it was like and they played a few decent songs but it wasn't dark enough, not crowded enough and they played radio songs. Who does that? Still we got in a few photos and my hips were pretty darn sore by the end of it.

The last band on were the best there from what I saw. I somehow managed to bend my ankle at the strangest angle, mess my right leg up, bash my elbow and hit my head on a solid floor in about five seconds. Woop woop, got a couple of decent bruises.

Overall, it was a good night.

A Five Minute Musical Blog 2.

Once again I find myself handing out some free advertising. Advertising for all. Advertising anyone?

Basically, this week has brought with it the release of Grey Britain, the second album from Gallows. Anyone who's a fan will already know how good this album is as obviously you would have heard that they posted it up on their MySpace before the official release of the CD and so we were all lucky enough to hear the greatness. As you can guess it is already safely on my iPod and is currently being very overplayed. I would recommend that everyone goes out straight away to claim it for themselves.

Continuing with talk of Gallows I finally found some photos of their gig last Saturday and for once I found a photo that includes more of me than my hand. I may look like a beaten up, swollen squirrell blended into the many faces in the background but I don't care because I am in the photo. I take no credit for these photos as it was of course taken by a very kind professional who posted them up on the Internet...

What a great night.

Also, Enter Shikari have posted up their new video for Juggernauts. Go check it out on YouTube.

Hannah Montana Vs Cousin Itt.

To be honest I cannot really tell the difference. They both have so much hair that it takes over everything else about them. Consumes them. Their hair has clearly made them famous. However, at least Cousin Itt's hair is real...

On a completely different note everybody seems to be stating some silly things lately such as:

"I can feel my pulse in my leg. I didn't know I had one there."

And

"Does my hand have muscles?"

I Am A Child Based On My Maturity.

I have developed a theory about my lack of maturity. During my childhood I missed out on a lot of vital rites of passage and I believe that it is this that has created my immature sense of humour. I have also decided that until I have completed all of these missing experiences, I will forever remain in my state of child-like behaviour and will therefore have an excuse for doing some very stupid things...

I am not saying that my childhood is over, after all I am still only in my teenage years but I the following things are tasks that I should have carried out years ago. I now have only approximately two and half years until I am legally classed as an adult so I think I had better hurry.

1. I have never participated in a food fight. It is one thing that luckily seems to have no age limit but I do feel that I should have taken part in one when I was younger as of course food fights are often against the rules.

2. Although this one does not seem of great importance to me, Laura was very shocked when I told her that I've never been sledging.

3. I have never had a party with all my friends around. That also means that I've never had a bouncy castle or a giant swimming pool.

4. I have never been rollerblading or rollerskating. This is one thing that I don't want to do though. In fact, I didn't learn to ride a bike until I was nine.

5. I spent the first eight years of my life without a back garden and then up until I was thirteen I had the smallest garden in existence. By the time I actually had a back garden big enough to play in I didn't really play with toys anymore.

6. I never ate anything disgusting like a worm of dirt. It seemed that every other small child had but I didn't.

7. I have never done a dare in Truth or Dare, or at least not one that was good enough to remember.

Well, those are just some of the things I missed out on. I'm sure there are a few more but I can't really think of them. However, I don't want anyone to think I had a miserable childhood. I actually had a really good one. I made mud pies, pretended to be a witch, went on other people's bouncy castles, had pillow fights, wore long white socks to school and fell off a slide.

What Have You Become?

Although I myself will admit that I am only young and have not been around to appreciate the true greatness of rock music I am pretty sure there once was a time when Kerrang was known as a metal magazine. It covered bands made of men with long hair and actually appreciated their music for what it really was. It didn't care whether a band was big and famous, in fact it aimed to present new bands and get them known.

So, where did it all go wrong? Was it when Kerrang started thinking about bands that would sell their magazine? Was it when it became more about the photoshoots than reviewing the music? When did music become based on appearance? More importantly why is that all that Kerrang care about these days?

Now, I will admit that I once regularly bought Kerrang. I hadn't really been listening to rock music for that long and I wanted to discover new bands and find news on the ones I already liked. Shamefully I'll admit that my main focus behind buying the magazine was due to my obsession with MCR and my craving to find out everything about them.

But that's where I can prove my point! I was an obsessed fan girl who bought the magazine to find posters of a band that I already had posters of. If you happen to be one of those people then you'll do absolutely fine buying Kerrang. They latch onto the biggest band of the moment and constantly feature them, feeding you little pieces of pointless news, posting out posters every other week and reviewing everything that that band do whether it be live gigs or a new album. They cover it.

And then when that band fade out a little bit and head off to do something new Kerrang cut them out and move on to the next big thing. An example is obviously My Chemical Romance but perhaps of more frustration to me was Madina Lake. I have nothing against the band personally but I ended up going against them because they were always featured in Kerrang. During one year of buying the magazine I came across at least 10 posters of them. Now you may not think that that is not much but just think of the hundreds of bands that deserve to have their posters put in Madina Lake's place.

Another great annoyance is Kerrang radio. You would have thought that, being a Rock magazine, they would play songs by rock and metal bands. Well, you would be sorely mistaken. During one day of listening to Kerrang radio I had the absolute pleasure of listening to MGMT, The Kooks, Oasis, Coldplay, Scouting For Girls. The list continues but I fail to remember them all. Now, I like a few of those bands, the exceptions being Scouting For Girls and Oasis as I have a strong dislike for both of them but surely if I wanted to listen to MGMT I could lurk outside the NME office. [Alternatively I could listen to them on my iPod as I wisely invested in buying their album, it's very good]. The only redemption came from the fact that they played one Muse song, one Foo Fighters song and one Biffy Clyro song.

Thankfully, I no longer buy Kerrang and have found a much greater magazine that goes buy the name of Rocksound. Perhaps you should switch too...

Ps. RIP Playmusic. The greatest magazine I have ever read.

Of All The Things In The World...

Perhaps the most annoying thing ever is when people unnecessarily shout down the phone and then they say it's because they're on the phone. Genius excuse... I think not. Well, I'm sorry I didn't realise that everyone who owns a phone is partially deaf and needs to be shouted at. Did you catch that?

Another thing that greatly frustrates me is when someone asks you something and when you go to answer them they start up another conversation with somebody else. This usually leads me to make some extremely sarcastic comment. I'm a very sarcastic person.

As you may have guessed this blog is my way of ranting about everything that annoys me. This is not actually true because if I really did type a blog about everything that annoys me it may take you about a year to read...

I'll start with the 'normal' things that generally annoy everyone:

What about when someone borrows something from you and then doesn't bother giving it back? You forget all about it and the one day when you go looking for this item you realise that you gave it to someone and five years on they are still 'using' it. That is quite frankly an abuse of kindness. Abuse!

Anything to do with lateness. Other people being late. Me being late [because it's usually not my fault. I'm nearly always early]. People failing to acknowledge that they've been late. People always being late. I just hate it! Okay, late has lost it's meaning.

When people expect you to do something because they're to lazy to do it themselves. Me: "Oh why don't you just type this blog for me?" Myself: "Because I have better things to do." Me: "Haha sucker! You are me and that means that you're already typing this blog!" Myself: "Darn." Please ignore that.

And now onto some things that probably shouldn't annoy me but do:

Skipping. I don't know why. I can skip for a while and then I realise that what I'm doing is actually completely pointless. And besides, skipping ropes come in different lengths and I usually embarrass myself by taking one that is far too long.

When someone has sauce on their food and then when they've finished there is a big sauce mark spread across the plate. It just bothers me. If a plate has no food it should be clean.

When people bite sellotape. Eww, that's disgusting! What were scissors made for?... Cutting sellotape. So use them!

Stained glass windows. Windows are for the purpose of looking outside. Stained glass windows make me see red! See what I did there? Huh? Huh? Okay, I'll shut up.

Yes, and those were just a few things that annoy me.

London Is The Reason.

So, I'm recovering from last night still. I'm really sore and I think I'll have a fair few bruises come up soon but that's what happens when you spend an hour in a mosh pit.

As you may have guessed I did go to see Gallows last night even though I was actually really ill yesterday to the point where I could barely stand and nearly threw up. However, I was feeling a whole lot better by late afternoon so me and my Dad headed down to good old Brighton to see them. I don't know why I like Brighton so much, I just do.

Basically, we got there with about half an hour until the doors opened and as you may or may not know the Brighton Festival started yesterday so there were plently of people down there enjoying the last of a sunny day. There was this unknown band down there doing covers of songs and as we walked past them they played this song and I knew what it was but I couldn't think of it. It was all very frustrating. And then, to our amusement, there was this man who was so drunk that he couldn't even stand up.

We got a bit lost on the way to the Concorde 2 and we ended up on it's roof. That sounds really weird but it wasn't because the venue was sort of built into the side of a mini cliff and there was this path thing going up the side of it. But we got confused because obviously there was nobody else up there. We found these stairs half hidden under some trees, walked down them and ta-da there was the venue. There wasn't even a queue and we got to walk straight in.

Okay, this is the bit when I say how shocked I was. As in, really shocked. Those of you who have been to Soundhole know what I mean when I say that it's a tiny venue with not a lot of people there. That's how small the venue was. It was literally just a bar with a couple of hundred people in it. A couple of hundred people sounds like quite a bit but it really wasn't.

So the first support band were Blackhole. They were good. The venue wasn't full when they played their set so there wasn't a real atmosphere but they played a good set and got a mini mosh pit going down the front. Richard [vocals] spent the whole set in the crowd which was actually pretty awesome. I liked them very much.

The second support band were Rolo Tomassi. Now, I'd searched them before so I knew who they were and what they sounded like and to be honest they really aren't my cup of tea, probably because I don't drink tea. Anyway, I have a few compliments and criticisms to hand out to them so I'll start with the bad. They didn't really have any structure to their songs. They were to stop and start for my liking. Some members of the band didn't have any stage presence at all. Those are the bad points. The good points are that the three members who did have stage presence were so into it that it sort of made their actual set watchable. Eva [vocals] was quite fun to watch actually so I'll give them some credit. I don't know how she managed to scream and dance at the same time but she did it. The final good point is that when it did get to a good part of the song [which lasted about ten seconds] they were good.

Right, so when they were setting up for Gallows it really started crowding up a bit which is always a good sign because that usually means mosh pits. Bring on the next young drunk. I didn't actually realise he was drunk until my dad told me but until then I thought he just had some anger issues. He shoved past my dad and stopped in front of me, looked at someone's shoes with a confused stare and then staggered headlong through a group of people and out the fire exit. It was a little bit funny.

Then after about twenty minutes the lights went down and the shouts of very manly men [the majority of the crowd] started. Gallows walked onstage and although I was about half way from the front I was actually pretty close. Anyway, the whole venue erupted as soon as they started playing. One guy took it upon himself to climb up a pole and hang above the crowd. Bring on the mosh pits. Or should I say The Mosh Pit. The place was so small there was just one massive mosh pit right in the middle. At first I still had a pretty bad stomach ache so I stood on the edge of the mosh pit in between two guys who both had to be in their twenties or thirties and we all got some headbanging going. Proper headbanging. When I usually go to gigs I'm either in mosh pits or jumping around so I never actually properly did any headbanging until then and I must say it was pretty awesome.

After about two or three songs Frank ordered the whole crowd to clear a space in the middle of the room which we did... obviously. We ended up with a massive space taking up about half the room and then Frank said something along the lines of ''I want to see a ****ing circle pit the size of this room! Don't stop running 'till the songs over". And then the song started and a group of people charged into the space and started the circle pit. This was about the point when I really started getting hyper. I really wanted to join in but I held back and watched in wonder instead. I've never seen so many people fall over in one song before. Of course, everyone in the crowd was nice enough to help each other out and pick people up if they fell over.

After the circle bit I shoved forward because I knew there was no way I was missing out on any more mosh pits. Sure enough the next song started and I just happened to be in the mosh pit and I got such an adrenaline rush. Honestly, there is nothing like it. We all just went mental and lost it. I have to explain why I liked the mosh pit at Gallows so much though. Usually, in mosh pits there's at least one or two people that go completely over the top and just punch and kick people which can be annoying. [Also, someone got thrown out after about two songs for punching people in a mosh pit]. But at the Gallows gig there was none of that. Just a proper mosh pit where people ran into each other and did some headbanging and just went basically mental.

I nearly always fall over in mosh pits and there's usually some extremely nice guy who picks me back up again which is nice, so you can imagine how shocked I was when a guy fell over in front of me and I caught Him and helped him back up. He was nice enough to say thanks too.

There was this completely incredible part when Frank walked out into the room and he stopped right next to us and I was only a few feet away from him and then he climbed onto the bar or something like that and everyone got really into it and started moshing and everyone shouted the one line, "I KNOW WHERE YOU LIVE!"

My dad also got his wallet stolen which he was really peed off about but he got it back in the end so it's not as bad as it could have been.

Well, I think I've pretty much covered everything. Mayhem, chaos... Oh no wait. Some guy next to us got his lip ring ripped out. There was blood everywhere. But he carried on moshing anyway.

Overall one of the best gigs I've been to. Equal with Enter Shikari. Clearly the small gigs are the best!

Ps. I would just like to point out that Frank is not permanently angry like they make him out to be in magazines and stuff. He was actually really nice and funny, cracking jokes all night.

The Life Of Holly.

Are you shocked yet? No, because you have absolutely no idea what this blog is about and I can almost guarantee that by the time you are finished reading this you will still not be shocked in the slightest. And that's because [drum roll please... why thank you] this is a normal blog! No, here you will not find... Okay I give up on that last sentence because I cannot remember what I have typed in previous blogs.

Anyway, I have a few specifics to rant about that most likely will not interest you but are of great interest to me. Firstly, I must get my hands on a pair of those Green Day tickets! I mean, have people seriously not considered how long I have been waiting for this tour? I know the answer is no but I am frustrated by this cruel predicament that I am currently faced with. Because, yes I can go, yes I have someone to take me, yes I can and will make money to pay for the ticket but NO I have no way of ordering them. And now they are nearly all sold out after a mere one day.

Secondly, after a whole week of being ill and a whole week before I recover I also find myself faced with Gallows tomorrow. And no, not that kind of gallows but the type of Gallows that are going to make me throw myself into mosh pits and go crowd surfing when I am most definitely unwell. What an inconvenient time to be ill, especially as I am so excited. Also, no I do not have swine flu.

Another thing I am going to mention because I like blogging and am becoming increasingly bored is that a number of small irritations are fast becoming very big, annoying irritations. Such as the fly in this room that just hit me in the face, and the fact that I just accidentally got some white mark on my dark school trousers that came off the wall and the fact that I should be doing art right now but I have hours and hours to do it.

Moving onto art. It's my official final exam for my art GCSE next Tuesday and Wednesday. I am crapping myself but looking on the bright side as I so rarely do, at least I get to miss the Cathedral Service that would have most likely bored me into a trance. A more negative aspect is that we aren't allowed to listen to music.

Lastly, I will finish this blog off by saying that after months and months of not writing because my future novel had no plot I am finally back! Ready.

Retarded Jazz Hands.

Ignore the title, you had to be there otherwise you can deem it pointless.

I am typing this blog to talk about some of my favourite ever children's programmes. Now, most people would say that these are only suitable for children aged about nine or ten and under but to be completely honest I only really stopped watching them a couple of years ago. It's not because I don't have the mental capacity to watch daytime tv or any other ridiculous programmes that adults watch but it's because children's programmes actually contain this vital thing called happiness.

First up is... Teletubbies. Such a legendary programme, it is the peak of children's tv and the height of entertainment. Or at least it was. I watched it in the prime of my youth, when it didn't occur to me that the teletubbies were actually people dressed in costumes, or that it was weird that they lived in a hill, or that they had to be told when to go to bed by a metal pole stuck in the ground. Honestly, it is a classic. Perhaps, my most favourite episode is the one with the dancing bear and yes you know what I'm talking about.

Next is Tots Tv. I don't think I ever really understood what they did in this programme but I liked their hair and the donkey so I became an addicted and loyal fan who even had the little rucksack thing. I very much enjoyed it.

Zzzap! Possibly the coolest name ever for a children's programme and the fact that it's based on the people in a comic book makes it even more incredible. Also, I just searched it on Wikipedia and it turns out the introduction to the series was filmed in Maidstone. Claim to fame! I always liked watching the bit when Daisy dares you. What is it with children and cream pies?

Come Outside. Officially the best theme tune to a programme ever and so catchy that I still know the words. "Look up, look down, look all around. Up in the air and on the ground". Bahaha. And also I want Pippin and her aeroplane. It's spotty.

Rosie and Jim. In close competition with Come Outside for the best theme tune but oh well. I thought this was a very nice programme, probably because it was set in a boat on the river. Although Rosie and Jim would probably scare me now.

Care Bears. Don't criticize because they were good. Rainbows, clouds and bears. Enough said.

Art Attack. The first arty programme I ever watched, soon followed by SMart [such a clever name, you could almost say it was smart]. Anyway, I think I just liked the studio with the giant pencils and paint in the background.

Balamory. One of the later programmes I watched. It's just so darn happy. And it has a pink castle.

Mighty Morphin Power Rangers. Don't even bother arguing against this one. You know it will win.

Pokemon. Gotta catch 'em all. But alas I do not think I did.

There are lots of other programmes I watched like the one with the dog on wheels with the duck but I can't really think of them at the moment and if I ever do I will be sure to type a blog in honour of them.

Ps. Don't ever watch Horrid Henry. It is the most annoying and repetitive programme in existence.