*these photos would also include a photo of Lauren BUT she NEVER gives me her bloody photo!

i miss these wonderful girls. i cannot wait until Easter and we can just sit and play all day long.

no awkwardness, no effort, no change.

i love them very much and miss them terribly.

"I absolutely cannot wait to see all my lovely friends on Saturday where it does not matter if we are 14 or 40, I really think that these will be the people around for life." ♥

Letter.

Dear Plotinus,

You are just another stupid man who wants to ruin my life. You lead me in, you make me think I understand you and your philosophical ways and then you just drop me. No one likes you. No one wants to write relevant secondary literature about the soul being divisible AND indivisible. Because of you, my life is difficult right now. I was really growing quite fond of you but it turns out you are just like all the rest. I gave up Heidegger for you.

jumping out of window...

Say hello to the most wonderful flyer for a play you have ever seen.

I just think it is absolutely brilliant.

The sad cloud has returned along with a feeling of lethargy and general moping. Oh, accompanied also by the apparent need to eat everything in front of me. I am one huge carb.

I have lots I actually want to blog about. But not today because today is shit. And I tried to make the blog pretty but got lost in a world of html and things I don't understand and so leaving it plain and big and boring. *insert comment about how self is like blog...*

Choo Choo Train.

I went to see Frightened Rabbit on Friday. And without a doubt, it was one of the very best gigs I have ever been to.

I love The Midnight Organ Fight, it was one of my favourite albums last year and such a wonderful album to listen to over and over again. They played quite a number of new songs from their new album, The Winter of Mixed Drinks, which I think is a brilliant album title but as of yet, I have not fallen head over heels in love for this album as I did the last. The last album was about break ups and dysfunctional relationships and the awful pain we put ourselves through in the name of love.

The new album seems happier, less raw and although I appreciate they are progressing as a band, finding their place in the main stream etc, I loved them when they broke my heart and made me cry.

Which they did on Friday. Never before (oh no, not even Robbie Williams!) have I cried mid-gig but after they absolutely belted out classics such as Modern Leper and My Backwards Walk which had the audience dancing and singing in delight, the absolutely amazingly fantastical one of the very saddest songs ever Poke was played as part of their encore trilogy. And it just touched a nerve, the contrast between their songs was just too much and tears did flow.

The audience loved it so they loved playing and they loved playing so the audience loved it.

It was so refreshing to go and see a band who loved their audience, they were humble and appreciative and it was an absolute pleasure to watch them play.

I quite often think that you can judge how good a gig has been by the effect the music has on you when you listen to it afterwards. And oh my, hello tingles and smiles!

Skip the youth.

it is actually proportionate.

the amount of work I have to do increases and in direct correlation, the love and obsession I have with bloody puppies increases.

All I want is a wonderful, tiny puppy that grows up to be a wonderful, tiny dog.

Puppies of choice at the moment....

The beautiful little Maltese...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zB-FR4Um6j0&feature=player_embedded

OR

Lovely little Morkies...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RgKYqKTBR7Y

(videos stolen from youtube...)

Lord knows how this obsession will grow, I think Mathew will have to restrain me from actually buying one and hiding it in my cupboard...or teacups....

colour catchers.

colour catchers. that is what I am doing with my night. Experimenting with the joys of a washing machine which is in love with ripping all of the colour out of my most precious garments and making them all a very ugly blue/grey shade of gross.


I am engulfed in uni work. Bad week in uni, no one speaks in seminars, through utter confusion and true intimidation of the texts we are trying to battle through. Struggle struggle struggle.

East is only 3 weeks away. Oh MY. I know it will be brilliant, I really think it will, the script is just so good and our director is very focused.
Just have to tackle that 4 page monologue which I have been avoiding...

This is the quote which I am using at the beginning of my dissertation (which is still at a word count of 0/10000). I really love it and I am enjoying starting my reading for the D-Word. It is from a little Sherlock Holmes story called The Cardboard Box and goes as follows...

“WHAT IS THE MEANING OF IT, WATSON?” SAID HOLMES, SOLEMNLY, AS HE LAID DOWN THE PAPER. “WHAT OBJECT IS SERVED BY THIS CIRCLE OF MISERY AND VIOLENCE AND FEAR? IT MUST TEND TO SOME END, OR ELSE OUR UNIVERSE IS RULED BY CHANCE, WHICH IS UNTHINKABLE. BUT WHAT END? THERE IS THE GREAT STANDING PERENNIAL PROBLEM TO WHICH HUMAN REASON IS AS FAR FROM AN ANSWER AS EVER.

Very true. And somehow I don't feel like my dissertation will bring me any closer to the answer either...

death by diamonds and pearls.

this is obviously not a fashion blog.

i am a student, i am a poor student with a very muted interest in the world of fashion.

however, me and my mummy went shopping today. she wanted to be cheered up and she has a civil partnership to attend soon and wanted something different to wear.

so we trawled and trawled the streets of liverpool and found absolutely nothing of anything interest at all.

but we did pop in to vivienne westwood. as a joke. as an actual joke about these crazy clothes we could never afford. i found the most beautiful dress, over £700 which i tried on, again as a joke.

and what a joke it was. it came with instructions. it ended with both my mother and shop assisstant trying to sort me out in my underwear. i gave up.

my mum tried on this. again, completely unaffordable, unnecessary, too frivolous a purchase to be justified. until she tried it on.

and her face absolutely lit up. and she was sold. everyone complimented the fit, the colour. i convinced it her it was a wise investment to be passed down from generation to generation (or just to meeee!)

it really was lovely and i think i have developed a very naughty little love for Vivienne Westwood. Completely inaccessible, out of my range but maybe something to aspire to...

Random other news. Exam results back, feeling happy, nice and solid and exactly what i needed.

Rehearsals are going well. AS IF it is only three weeks away! But it is developing nicely, getting a real feel for it and I just think it is so different from anything I have ever been in, excited!

two and a half years for me and mathew today. seems like a life time and no time at all. <3