Autumn Playlist.

Because Autumn is my favourite season...

1) Kevin Devine - Brooklyn Boy
2) We Are Scientists - After Hours
3) This Providence - Waste Myself
4) The Moldy Peaches - Anyone Else But You
5) Muse - Feeling Good
6) Jack's Mannequin - The Resolution
7) The Academy Is... - Coppertone
8) The Hush Sound - Hurricane
9) Green Day - Macy's Day Parade
10) Belle & Sebastian -Piazza, New York Catcher
11) Coldplay - Green Eyes
12) Kings Of Leon - Use Somebody
13) Anberlin - Breathe
14) Blue October - Independently Happy

Well, I'm happy with this. :)

Call Me Cynical.

Because I really am.

There are a lot of things I don't believe in, probably more than what I do. I don't believe in God. I don't believe in fate or destiny. I don't believe in love at first sight or true love. I don't believe in teenage love. I don't believe in marriage. I don't believe in some science. I don't believe there is a meaning to life. I don't believe in ghosts. I don't believe in life after death. I don't believe in psychics. I don't believe in Heaven or Hell. I don't believe in anything supernatural. I don't believe in racism, sexism, ageism [or any other ism]. I don't believe that people every really have complete freedom.

I do believe in equality for everyone, coincidence, that respect IS important, love, happiness and having a good time.

My philosophy: Enjoy life.

Camden's Electric Ballroom.

Thinking of the government has peed me off. So I'll just have another rant now about something else that's bothering me.

Anyone been to the Astoria? That legendary place on a crowded London street with that dirty alley that always smelt vaguely of wee and was usually littered with stamped on leaflets that people dropped on the floor as soon as they got them. That dark and dingy place with more than one bar and a balcony looking over the downstairs crowd and the cheap tables and the lightning bolt mirrors and the lights that looked as if they would plummet to the ground and crush everyone at any moment. Yeah? It was amazing wasn't it?

Well, the government knocked it down.

Obviously, they either don't appreciate or care about how many bands perform at the venue or how many people enjoyed going there. They just stuck a great big machine through it and ripped it to shreds. It almost broke my heart [metaphorically]. What's even more annoying is that they did it for the London Underground. Yes, as if it wasn't big enough already.

Now I've found out that they're doing exactly the same thing to the Electric Ballroom! Or at least they've been trying to but the council keeps rejecting it. [Good old council... I never thought I'd say that]. Basically, it looks like they have a complete disregard for any proper, decent venues in London. Where are bands going to play soon? Camden underground is fine as it is.

Leave the Electric Ballroom alone!

Having A Library Card And Partying Hard.

There was something I was going to blog about, I'm sure.

Okay, so I know what I'll blog about right now. The other day my mum and I were discussing university. I have a while before I'm wheeled away to live in a cupboard-sized room, living off spaghetti, having a library card and partying hard but I like to discuss it anyway. Although it is sure to involve washing my own clothes and paying extortionate prices for necessities, I am rather looking forward to it.

However, the other day I discovered that not only is the government thinking of increasing university prices [when you already need to be crapping gold to afford it anyway] but they are now considering dropping student loans too, meaning that students have to get a regular bank loan with higher interest. How insulting.

It's as if the country is against uni at the moment. First, for every one place at uni, there's roughly five people applying, second, it's a bloody rip off anyway and third nobody is going to be able to afford it if the price goes up except rich upper class people who are simply lucky that they have parents to pay for them.

It's a shame really.

A Rant About Ticket Websites.

I like gigs. Fact.

I get my tickets from Seetickets which is actually Gigsandtours which is most likely also to be Buyticketsfromhere.com [fictional] or Whydontyoucomehereifyouwantthewebsitetocrashwhileyouretryingtobuytickets.com [also fictional, may be real].
Yes, I'm moaning because today I tried to buy some tickets, was put in a queue for half an hour, finally got through, tried all the seats which were supposedly unavailable, finally found some really crappy seats, entered credit card details for really crappy seats, clicked okay, the server messed up, clicked refresh, clicked OK for transaction went through all of that and then the website cocked it up. 45 minutes later I don't have tickets. So, we phone up and apparently it's my fault because I didn't complete it in time [which I did because I timed myself].
No tickets for me then. An injustice. I BOUGHT those tickets and it's not my fault if the transaction didn't go through because their site was busy.

Alternatively, I could have used Ticketmaster which apparently people had no problems with whatsoever, not to mention the fact that they send the tickets out straight away rather than leaving it to the last minute.

Grr!

Oh And Another Thing...

Just a few random contemplations...

Firstly, why does some toilet roll have an almost transparent quality? I've used toilet roll before that is so thin you can practically see through it. On the plus side, it's a lot better than that awful shiny paper that they have in some public toilets. That does not look healthy.

And another thing, when did pop-ups move out of the internet and onto the actual computer? I am positive that I cannot go onto my laptop without at least three different windows popping up out of the blue without so much as a "Hello" demanding that I answer their important questions about Internet Security Updates and whether I would like to download the new version of 'I Take Up Unnecessary Space In Your Computer's Memory." Honestly, what a waste.

And why does a foam sword from Legoland cost £5 when it is just a bit of foam? Morgan (8) went to Legoland for her birthday last week and Shona (20) and myself (On the verge of 16) both specifically asked our mum to bring back some foam swords for us so we didn't have to play with pretend lightsabers anymore. Sure enough she bought us some but GEE WHIZ, what a con! I could have made my own for less than that. Admittedly, they are fun though.

Finally, what is the point in the existence of the iPhone? It's overrated, overcomplicated and a bloody waste of time. Seriously, who needs that much stuff on a phone? Especially when I've heard that they break after about a week and that's without sticking them in the oven to test whether they have a new app which makes the iPhone heatproof!

I Think I'm A Bit Of A Twit.

If you like puns then you should like the title of this blog. Of course, it's about Twitter! I started my Twitter because I often have those thoughts that are short to type up and highly unnecessary. You just can't make a blog out of them either.
I created my account and I couldn't help it. I became addicted. Now, I've seen people make fun of Twitter, they might as well wear a t-shirt saying "Twitter's for losers." but I don't care because I am a bit of a loser and I don't mind about that either.
So I'll admit that Twitter is mostly completely pointless and will not really help anyone [unless you like following BBC News and people like that] but does there really need to be a point to it? It's not hurting anyone and to be honest it is quite fun.
Basically, what's your problem? Stop being a Twitter beater!
I like Twitter, get over it.

Phobia.

I mentioned in a previous blog that I had an injection coming up. Well, that time has been and gone and I still haven't had the injection. Truth be told, I have a BIG phobia of any sharp objects coming near me. A lot of people in my school decided to take advantage of this poor situation because they found it funny and so they used to wave scissors near my face on purpose and parade their compasses through the air [the sharp pencilly ones, not the ones for people with no sense of direction].
Anyway, so I got all the way down to the canteen and lined up and by the time I actually got to the front of the queue I was feeling extremely faint and was vaguely aware that I was hyperventilating which made my head swim quite a bit. When it was my turn to go in, I sat down and the annoying lady got frustrated with me because I was hyperventilating too much to speak. She was a right rude cow! Anyway she told me I was wasting her time and practically kicked me out the room [metaphorically of course]. All in all, not a good day.
So I got home and I told my mum what happened and in the Summer Holidays she booked a doctors appointment for me to go and get it done there. When the day arrived, I pretty much started having a panic attack before we'd even got there. It turned out much the same as at school, with the exception of a nicer nurse and one of those beds with the crackly toilet roll paper on it. She tried to get me to lye down and have it done but I automatically sat back up when she went to get the needle. She tried to get me to face the wall, but I kept looking round every two seconds and she tried to trick me by going for my other arm when I wasn't looking but I caught her out. Basically, she got nowhere near me with the needle and I feel bad because I wasted it.
Anyway the reason all of this has popped into my thoughts is because although I still haven't had this one done yet, I'm due to have the first of three HPV jabs on Monday or Tuesday. I put myself down to have them done because this is the only chance I will get but I can pretty much already tell it's going to be an Epic Fail!
Wish me luck, I think I'm going to need it.

A Midnight Blog And An Unexpected Return.

Howdy all. It's that time again in which I'm half asleep and feel like blogging. So, I'm aware that I haven't blogged in a long time. I could use the excuse "I've been REALLY busy" which is blatantly not the case or the slightly more realistic excuse "My dog ate it" because we recently got a new dog. Choose whichever one sounds better if you wish because I don't actually have an excuse.
No, so the real reason I haven't properly kept up a string of pointless, ranting blogs is really just because I couldn't be bothered. Don't get me wrong, I love blogging but I don't really have anything to say, lets face it.
However, having almost let this blog deteriorate into mush I have decided to bring it back! I will find something to moan about because that is possibly the one thing I can always do.
So I just watched [partly] that awful film The Mist. The film was undeniably crap but I must say there was one thing which caught my attention and that was the ending. Never, in all that I can remember [which isn't acually that much] have I witnessed such a morbid, depressing, frankly pointless ending. They escape from a Supermarket [yes, the WHOLE film is set in a big shop] and they drive and drive and drive and then they run out of petrol so the guy gets out a gun and they all decide they'd rather be shot than eaten by monsters. The twist though, which I actually figured out before it happened, there's five of them and only four bullets. Shocking. So this man shoots the other four [inlcuding his son!] and gets out of the car to give himself up to the monsters only to discover that the monster is actually a tank being followed by cars full of survivers and he's made it to a safe zone. Why would you do that!?! Can an ending possibly get any worse!?!
The answer is no.
In fact, there's only two other films I can think of with such sad endings and those are Atonement and Bridge to Terebithia but those are actually GOOD films so they can get away with it.