Saturday, 7 April 2012

So I had Writer's block a few months ago....

So there I was wanting to write something for the lovely comments section, when it struck me that although I had a tonne of things that were riling me, I was afraid to. I couldn't seem to start, or to commit to a subject/issue. 
It's at times like this that one must resort to a higher power. In my head that can only mean one person, Mother Monster. Yes, I commonly think 'What-Would-Lady-Gaga-Do?' Well not so much, but on this occasion I found myself enlightened by something I'd heard her say. She said that when she writes a song, it's like vomitting. Hear me out. She goes on to explain that in this quick 15 minute vomitting period, she gets all her ideas out, and writes most of the song. Why doesn't she have a new album out every ten minutes then? She says it's because she then spends the next months fine tuning that vomit. What is my point? That she says no matter how long you spend agonising over a word or a tune, at the end of the day, you must always honour your vomit, that original idea. 
Now, that has me thinking.  
Honouring our vomit? Some of you are throwing in a casual WTF? As am I, because
 committing to the written word, is so much harder than  she makes it sound. It's so much harder than committing to those which haphazardly roll off our tongues and fall out of our mouths.  Think about it. Even if you're one of the few capable of a coherent thought before you speak it, we do not agonise over every word that we say. It's arguable that in some cases maybe we should, (I couldn't believe how far the Jeremy Kyle uproar reached.) But there is no extensive editing like there is when we try to blog, write that essay or indeed try to write for Felix. 
What are we afraid of? 
I for one, cannot bear it when I am quoted, let alone when I can see what I've written in black and white. Does this mean that we lack conviction? Or does it just mean that we're afraid to express our convictions, that we're afraid to open ourselves up to that kind of scrutiny? Is it because the written word always comes across as much more calculated than that thinly veiled insult, which is so innocently uttered? It's not fair to suggest that we lack conviction when we speak. On the contrary, we (or I at least) often find ourselves staunchly defending something we perhaps don't whole-heartedly believe, all because we weren't thinking when we said it. Better to defend than to back down it seems. If we're not insecure about those rapidly made false convictions then why does the written word scare us so? Probably because it is permanent. When we say even something outrageously ridiculous, it will be forgotten, but if we were to write it, it would haunt us forever. 
In case you hadn't already noticed, philosophical musings aren't exactly my forte. Not only do I lack conviction, but I lack a point of any kind. In fact the only thing I have served to do is increase my awe and understanding of Lady GaGa. And before you start, the Wise One also says 'It's OK, not everybody gets it.' I seem to be finding myself living by these little ideas more and more. Simple statements that so effectively normalise and rationalise any feeling. From now on I will honour my vomit, and feel ok to go against the grain, because *I* get it. 


Friday, 23 September 2011

Things you wish would happen in real-life!


So I finally saw Friends With Benefits. No this blog isn't about me wanting the same. It's about how Mila Kunis and Justin Timberlake should totally get together!

Some things just can't be explained.

I am done with my graceless heart
So tonight I'm gonna cut it out and then restart
Like my obsession with Florence Welch.

Dying arts

So yesterday I handed in my resignation. As I strive to find my path in life, I'm heading back to Imperial. The weird thing however, was that I had to write a letter. 




I've sent more emails than I'd care to count, but as soon as I had to put pen to paper I was completely lost. It is perhaps worthwhile noting that I did actually put pen to paper. I'm not sure I've ever handwritten a  letter before now. It did not strike me as archaic as such, it more dumbfounded me. I was impressed that it was legible, and in straight lines. I thought I was in 1997 in primary school, looking for my paperclip and guidelines to stick on the back. In the age of emails, I had completely forgotten that it would need my address on the right, and how to even address it. I'm pretty sure I signed off 'regards', is that even acceptable in letter-writing? Have I committed a literary faux-pas? Are 'regards' only acceptable in your inbox, and not your mailbox? All of these questions, and I wouldn't even know how to answer them. These days we google everything, but if I did, would I not be asking those who favour the internet? They can hardly be considered reliable. 

So anyway, my real question is, when will I be able to resign online, by email?

Sunday, 31 July 2011

On to the next one...

Now that all of my disclaimers and justifications are out of the way, I may move on. Although why I feel I must justify myself, I'm not sure.

This has been on my mind for a while tbh. I could not believe it when I first heard that Cheryl Tweedy was indeed going to become Cheryl Cole again.

Saturday, 30 July 2011

A small disclaimer...

You know I always amaze/shock myself.

It's about time I updated.

I figure I'm way overdue a blog update by now, and so I present to you the random musings which occur in my mind, when I have far too much time to spare! Strictly speaking this isn't necessarily true, I haven't updated because I've been busy. Doing what? I have no idea. Although my dining room is apparently now looking very 'IKEA'. How? I'm not sure. That room contains NO IKEA furnishings whatsoever. All that I've done is change the colour scheme through a few (a lot) coats of paint. Nevertheless, I am exceptionally proud of myself. I now aim to complete the rest of my house, singlehandedly might I add!  *must-inject-taste-into-my-father's-life* This way he can't forget me when I'm gone! Seriously, I think this dining room makes me happier than my Second Year Biochem results, which arrived four days prior to said decorating spree. You can call me Miss Domestic Goddess ;) I'm sure I've said it before, but, it's-the-little-things-in-life.
Queen Vicky B - tbf this is how I imagine myself in my Goddessly role. She is everything I aspire to be *sigh*

Wednesday, 13 July 2011

I just want to be happy. Why does that always seem to be so hard?


Monday, 11 July 2011

To ease the boredom....

Been bored, been drawing.

1 week down, too many more to go.

Absolutely cannot hack anymore job hunting. Got turned away in under five minutes today! As if I need more confidence blows. Quite capable of lowering my own self esteem thank you very much.

Sunday, 10 July 2011

I seem to be obsessing a lot lately....

Current clothing obsessions - 

Seemingly any Elie Saab creation from the last 18 months.

Beautiful waistline.
So floaty, so romantic, and so beautiful. Emma Watson looked beautiful last night, but I remember being obsessed with the Autumn/Winter collection last year too. So much attention to detail, and beautiful silhouettes.So flattering, and not afraid to use lots of material. Although this I imagine means they only suit the stick thin catwalk models, and make everyone else look like

One week home....

So inbetween tweeting-like-there's-no-tomorrow and choosing paint colours for my Gran, I've been job hunting. My God is it harder than it looks, (a bit like this blogging business.) Between trekking to Manchester Arndale for a really pointless interview (to get one four hour shift ever,) putting the phone down on a call centre (accidentally/ironic - *delete as appropriate,) lying to the woman from Beaverbrooks, no one wants to hire me! I have probably sent out 5 job applications everyday.

I can now say I've got the people on Jezza Kyle sussed.

Friday, 8 July 2011

My current obsession.....

My current obsession is platform court shoes. Personally, I think the only way to do heels of any kind, is with a massive platform, not good when you're as tall as I am, (had to make completely new *taller* friends!) Between the pairs I already have and the obscenely-gorgeous-but-horribly-overpriced-Kurt-Geiger's-I-nearly-bought-but-can't-afford, they are all I can think of. Literally, I've taken to prancing around the house in the them, because I'm currently too skint to go out to a club/bar. I feel all sophisticated saying bar, something which has come from being in London, see because in Wazza it's all about the pub OR a club in town. In London you can go to the happy intermediate bar, which means I can dress up, have a wee boogy even, and still be able to hear my friends/chat s***.  If I'm honest about it, the only part I really love is the getting dolled up ;). Anyway back to the shoes.

My beautiful shoes



I am still obsessed with ADELE.

It is no mean feat to have me still listening to and getting the shivers from a song after 8 months, but that is exactly what Miss Adele has managed to do with Someone Like You. Saying that I *hate* the album version. It should only ever be heard this way, in my humble opinion. I adore that with her, it will always only be about the music and the message. It helps that she is gorgeous, but she always looks the same, keeping it uncomplicated and it makes me so happy to see how well she's done, because if you ever watch an interview with her, you can immediately see that she is the most normal celebrity ever. I'd love to see her live. Love, love, love love love her. If you haven't already check out 21, it's absolutely phenomenal. Every single song is amazing, there are no skippers. 

Thursday, 7 July 2011

Why Beyonce's new album is awful....

Beyonce - 4


It is, don't lie to yourself.
Don't get me wrong, it will still do exceptionally well, if not only because of her devout fans, but because of her incredible capabilities when she performs live. Watching her at Glastonbury even made me want to give 4 another chance. Watching 'Run the world' on Oprah made me desperately want to like the song. She is amazing, of that there is no doubt. However, she did not completely think this album through, I've no idea if it's because she switched from her Dad's management or whatever, but somewhere along the way she failed at making a cohesive piece of music. Rather spectacularly, she manages to make a disjointed album, on which not a single track is able to stand out, rather, they all sound the same. Amazing, considering not a single song fits together, don't you think?

A Work In Progress....


I'm writing this out of a desperate need to do something productive with my summer, and hopefully as a means of re-inspiring myself. Sometimes the world will just kick you when you're down, and this is the only free means of distracting myself I could think of. I plan to blog about all the s*** only I care about, so probably defending my taste in music mostly. Then no doubt I'll comment on fashion, along with any random musings life forces me to encounter.


I'm also not great with blogger, so give me time and have patience. I'm going to use labels, because I can't figure out how to get multiple posts on new pages! The labels will be music, fashion and personal (for my musings, the former two are pretty self-explanatory.) Maybe if my blog takes off, I will be able to hire someone to teach me such intricacies of blogger ;)