Dreams to remember.

I am super busy bee.

Start of my MA Philosophy course, meetings and Fresher's Fair and welcome meetings and drinks and absolute exhaustion.

But Liverpool is yet again full of the wonderful people who cruelly abandoned me over the summer. My home friends are split between home and university, my university friends are back at university, I am busy, I have been to the library, I have spoken out loud in a seminar, I have taken charge of my nerves and I am feeling good.

Auditions tonight. Let the nerves return and the madness commence...

The One That You Want...

Oh, I just absolutely can't decide. Autumn is definitely here, it's not time for me to drag the big Topshop number out of the wardrobe but it's just not appropriate to be running around in cardigans anymore...

I have always wanted both these jackets. And I think the proof will be getting off my couch and going to H&M to actually go and try them on. But it's my day off and I refuse to move.

But then they might all be sold out....

OH the choices I have to make!!!

Asleep by The Smiths.

"I guess we are who we are for a lot of reasons. And maybe we'll never know most of them. But even if we don't have the power to choose where we come from, we can still choose where we go from there."

The reason I absolutely lied and didn't post yesterday is because of this book. Recommended to me years ago and given to me on my birthday, I have fallen absolutely in love with one of the most amazing books. I have a horrible feeling that everyone has already read it and fallen in love with it and talked about it a lot; I have a feeling that it is a "cool" book with lots of hype and an immediate cult following.

But it is just absolutely wonderful. A kind of modern day Adrian Mole. Through Charlie's letters, we witness the life of this boy, a teenager, and just how he copes with life. It's remarkably sad, not in a burst into tears kind of way, more in a way that puts you into a state of uncomfortable melancholy. You feel his every word and sometimes it's just too honest and you laugh out loud at how awkward it all is and it reminds you of how first kisses felt and the first time you got stoned and the first person you pathetically fell in love with. And how it feels when you fuck everything up.

And I think Charlie is so easy for any one who has grown up to identify with. Parts of him are too extreme but other parts just symbolise you.

And oops, I think I'm gushing a little much.

Word on the street (or perhaps I've made this bit up, I don't want to Google it for fear of being right or wrong) is that they are making it in to a film. I really don't want this to happen. I don't want Michael Cera to be my Charlie. They would try and make the film too happy and attractive and for me, this book was about the amazing times which are constantly permeated with sadness because of his ability to think them away.

The end is absolutely heart breaking. And I cannot recommend it to anyone enough. Because I've just re-read this back and AAAAH IT'S JUST REALLY GOOD and I absolutely haven't done it justice.

Please please please talk to me if you have read it, I need a seminar!!!!

You're out of your depth!

On Thursday, I am going to do a purely photo blog, documenting my recent life. And because I have written it here, it must be true. And it will be done...

Last Thursday, my very favourite Irish son came to visit. It was like family had returned, everyone came to visit and it was a lovely night, feeling very safe.

Friday was a drunken mess involving vodka, football, boobs, eye shadow, controversial chips in the middle of a night, reunions, dancing, clear tears and Blue Riband chocolate bars donated by bouncers with alternate motives.

Saturday left no time for recovery as we went to LCCC to see Muse. Now, I have to admit that I wasn't too fussed about going to see them. My hangover was slowly taking over my life and legs and eyes. Support acts were worth it on their own.

Pulled Apart By Horses were a bit average and I used the opportunity to collapse on the floor. Band Of Skulls were still brilliant, adapting well to a larger stage and audience.

Editors. Well, well, well. I was SO surprised. His voice was delicious, his trench was dreamy and the overall performance was full of sexy emotion.

And then, HELLO MUSE. It was an absolute treat. A real show with lights and explosions. And they were absolutely note perfect for the entire performance. The piano playing was just amazing. Amazing amazing amazing. Clap clap clap!!!

Sunday was a day for BBQ and beginning to feel the effects of a lack of sleep and the first hint of a yummy dirty illness. And the rest of the time has been spent CTFO with friends. NOT WORKING YEEEEEEES!!!

And now... well now I'm watching Ultimate Big Brother. I have become absolutely obsessed with the relationship between Chantelle and Preston. Watching them has become a ritual, it feels all too personal and I cannot stop watching...

AND THEN THIS IS ENGLAND 86!!! What an exciting life I lead...