By The Time I'd Caught My Breath, You'd Blossomed Into Something I Did Not Expect

(yes, it IS the same song as last time, but that line fits so beautifully)

Maaaaan, it snowed today, can you IMAGINE that?
Was the most awesome way to wake up, and it looked mighty purty! I am such a small child, but snow makes my heart palpitate a little bit.
Similar to a certain boy I know. Thats pretty much what the line is in reference to, because this is so much better than i'd thought it could be. I was so unprepared, which makes it a little scary. It was originally meant to be an "end of summer" thing, cause i dismissed the long distance thing as being something that just isn't for me. Like Japanese food, or coffee with milk. And now, yeah the distance sometimes evokes a little tear, cause it is hard, really hard, but equally worth it. It just seems to fit somehow, last night is kind of the perfect reflection of that. I've this weird (but hopefully endearing) tendancy to bounce between being of a similar mindset to my seven year old neighbour and thinking about the universe and all its charmingly dizzy intricacies, and he doesnt seem phased by it, in fact, could be argued that he encourages it. He makes me giggle, a lot and somehow makes me feel safe. It's weird, he's weird, and I'm not complaining.

I was in a horrible mood earlier, brought on myself admittedly, by watching THAT episode of the OC, and spending two hours alone, but tea and plain chocolate digestives have pulled myself out of it. There's negative she-y-ite going on, as always, but i cant be bothered to fixate on it anymore. I'm letting it go, and not letting it ruin the peachy aspects of life, cause its not worth it.
Though im craving a Brighton/Cardiff/Edinburgh trip and some girlie company, which is less easy to remedy...

Be My Little Rock and Roll Queen

(The Subways- Rock and Roll Queen)

I figured seeing as i end up writing on and on about music and how its my dream, I've decided to do this little thing all about the people i love, and who inspire the crap out of me. Also, having recently finished reading up about feminist literature and listening to the original riot grrl's bikini kill (even Kurt fell in love) I'm publishing my list of all time girl heroes. I try and tone down the overt girl power-ness, though i promise nothing!

Courtney Love

Everyone thinks that me citing this woman as probably my all time biggest influence is a little stange. It doesnt seem to line up, cause I'm a Christian, never really got the whole drugs thing and girls that use their tits to get peoples attention annoy the crap out of me; and shes pretty much the opposite. But thats pretty much public opinion. 'Dirty Blonde' dispells any myths about her, because her honesty is brave in the extreme. The list shes written of things to tell her daughter make me want her to be my older sister, aunt or generally mentor somehow. In short, her music is incredible, she is incredible, and dont try and feed me that bullcrap about her killing Kurt, cause i'll kick you with my point shoes. Then run...

Eva Spence

from Rolo Tomassi

The girl screams like something possessed and is actually the sweetest girl ive ever seen Katie Parsons interview.

Anyone who can flex their larynx whilst dancing and being quite frankly the best dressed chick in British music today deserves your respect.

Plus, the album (hysterics) kicks copious amounts of ass.

Hayley Williams

from Paramore

About two and a bit years ago, I all but fell in love with this girl.

Riot! to me is one of these records that you feel is writing about your life.
I can still relate to every song on there, and All We Know Is Falling is one of the most gorgeous albums ever. Seen the band live twice, and they never fail to rule.

Kitty Purry

(uhhhh, or you know, Katy Perry)

I think what i love/admire most about her (aside from the pig knickers, which make my liiiiife) is the unashamed sense of fun. She never seems to hold back, and there's something fresh and exciting about that. Like the angel egg costume on Halloween, only one girl could pull that off. And we all love her for it.

Plus her boyfriends just a little yummy.

Brody Dalle (Spinerette now, i guess)

The woman is sex. She is bold, fierce and just a little terrifying, and there is something incredibly strong about her. I can't imagine she'd be easy to be around, in any way what so ever, but she changed my life with her music. She pretty much forced me to play guitar, and for that, i'll owe her forever.

June Carter

It's her faith and stength of character I admire as well as her insane pipes. You just need to watch walk the line to see why she rules, and a little part of me wants to mimick her every move.

And if i ever shimmy out to Hendersonville, TN i'm sure as hell putting some flowers on her grave.

I was going to format the rest of them like this, but my teas gone cold and my bed is calling me, i might finish this later, but dont hold your breath.

Some others who have shown me the way include but are not limited to the following, Kathleen Hanna, Tobi Vail, Debbie Harry, Haley James-Scott, Alice Glass, Michelle Nolan. Seriously, I could talk about this forever, but i wont on here. Face to face, ask if you want a long winded chat about third wave feminism haha.

Although, it might be of interest to point out that my actual music hero is actually in possession of a penis...

Aaron Gillespie from Underoath.

Hmm, reading this back, there wasnt meant to be quite so strong a faintly lesbianic tone to this...

sunlight, sunshine, all for you my daisy

(the Maine- Daisy)
that band is dangerously close to winning over a large portion of my heart.
that song has just been added to the loveliest songs of all time list

Tonight should be amazinggg, im lucky enough to have one of the loveliest girlies who is my twin (seperated at birth, see?) and was sweet enough to let me borrow her dress, which pretty much takes beauty to new realms. Super, super excited

thats pretty much all i wanted to say, actually
blog lateerrrs
have a good 'un

Park that car, drop that bomb, sleep on the floor and dream about me...

(Anthems for a seventeen year old girl- Broken Social Scene)

I'd forgotten how much I adore BSS, was prompted by one of my very best friends changing her myspace profile song to the one i've just cited.
There is an undeniable connection between song and mood too, which is all kinds of conincidental.
I was asked yesterday why I haven't writen in a while, which sparked me thinking, i decided in the end its because i can't be arsed. Not in a i'm-giving-up-blogging thing, which i did debate, but ultimately decided against. It's more stuff is sort of static at the moment. You know when plate tectonics on a fault line just don't do anything for long periods? (I'm getting to the connection between lyrics and state of mind, bare with me) That's sort of how I'm feeling. Like, watching everything around me, and I can see these huge, massive, immeasurable changes that have happened and people keep reminding me of. In the same conversation where someone I'm proud to be able to call a friend asked me why this has remained unaltered by new posts, he (I'm not sure if he meant to) got me thinking about who I was this time last year. Everything is different. I don't think i really even look the same anymore, I don't feel the same. This isn't really a good or bad thing, its just bizarre. And what's more, there's this fast-advancing state of flux coming up, a social upheaval, that it seems some are more ready for than others. But now, there is nothing. This, again, is nothing horrible, I'm just anxious and restless simaultaneously.
I'm actually re-evaluating stuff now, with one eye on the future, wondering what/who I want around me when this earthquake (sticking with the geographical metaphor) actually hits.
The song that i've been listening to on repeat for the past hour or so, is innately linked to one of my favourite books, the always amazing Sarra Manning's Let's Get Lost (i know that Imy'll have picked up the reference within a split second of reading the title). I'm in quite an Isabel Clarke-ish place right now, except without Brighton as my back drop and the emotional baggage.
I'm feeling whimsical, and have decided to deal by focusing on things I love, and making a whole new set of dreams (focused mainly on Paris and those brown plaid Rocket Dog boots)and ultimately, this blog is my way of being my own heroine, so to speak.
I think this is what autumn and UCAS have done to me.