Work was quite fun today , Laura and me had ‘French day’ which is something we decided on making an event of at our last shift for no reason other than to make work a more exciting Endeavor.. We ate brie and baguettes and I made French flags using wooden skewers and felt tip pens and stuck them on both tills and we listened to Edith Piaf.
That was about as French as it got. It was awesome though. On my lunch break I wandered into the shopping centre to get a hungry jacks and they were playing white winter hymnal by fleet foxes which is a beautiful song incase you don't know.Anyway that was a highlight to my day.
Some awesome songs I recently cannot stop listening to
Gentle – Yo La Tengo
Late for the Devil – Kid Harpoon
Lua – Bright Eyes
Velvet – The Big Pink
Jamcolas – Sister Vanilla
She Wolf – Shakira
How it Ends – Devotchka
Good Bye Lenin – Yann Tiersenn
Last night I watched ‘Me and You and Everyone else we know’ which is obviously one of those films I should of watched when it first came out. I knew it would be a mint film before I even watched it but in all honesty it was about twenty times better than I could of ever imagined.
xx
9.16.2009
Charity Shopping
So in the space of one week, not even a full week merely 5 days I have bought 3 coats. Who buys three coats in one week? Apart from maybe Carrie Bradshaw but even she is fictional. I'm like Alex Mack (who always wore a hat) but the coat version There was an advert for Nickolodean in the 90s and it went Alex Mack wears a hat! And it was stuck in my head literally for years.
Back to the coats, two of which are 1960s’ furry coats and the other is a lovely fitted tweed sort of coat. In total the cost of all three coats is 18 pounds which is not bad at all I am now well stocked for winter, the old lady in the Butterwick Hospice store tells me.
In other news, I find myself puking all the time these days any little thing that I see like the moldy bread in the lake. BLEUGHH I can never eat bread again. I’m sure there is a character on Hey! Arnold who always pukes, I think it’s Eugene, I’m like Eugene.
Back to the coats, two of which are 1960s’ furry coats and the other is a lovely fitted tweed sort of coat. In total the cost of all three coats is 18 pounds which is not bad at all I am now well stocked for winter, the old lady in the Butterwick Hospice store tells me.
In other news, I find myself puking all the time these days any little thing that I see like the moldy bread in the lake. BLEUGHH I can never eat bread again. I’m sure there is a character on Hey! Arnold who always pukes, I think it’s Eugene, I’m like Eugene.
This photo was taken the other day when me and Bianca went for an adventure to Seaton beach, It was fucking freezing (but I still got an ice cream) I look like I do look like Biancas ‘guardian’ in this picture I think because I have adapted a grown up pose and Bianca has adapted the pose of a toddler, and the fact she is a lot smaller than I has something to do with it. We did all the typical seaside activities like go in the arcades, walk towards the waves, skim stones, get chips, get ice creams and that’s about all you can do in Seaton really.
xx
9.14.2009
14.09.09
I was in Topshop the other day and it was like they were playing a shut yr face playlist. I was confused; they were playing the shop assistants! WHAA?! I hung around in the shop for about ten minutes more than I would have done had they not been playing trendy music, just because I was curious as to what the next song would be. I was almost inclined to dance, believing maybe Topshop is actually a club AND a shop, two birds with one stone?.
So following from the Shop assistants they played ‘You’ve got the love by the beautiful Florence, and they also played Zero by YYYs and they played some generic sounding screamy girl/boy indie pop London type band. Anyway, this casual wandering gave me time to reflect on ‘Topshop culture’. As I roamed aimlessly around it, smoking an imaginary pipe which is what I do when I try to appear thoughtful, it occurred to me how very unimpressed and out of touch I am with whatever ‘fashion’ is at the moment.
I think the fashion now is blazer, checked shirt and leggings.
I can’t seem to figure out what the inspiration is for current trends. There’s a lot of sparkly stuff going on, which is fine by me. I proper love sparkly stuff and yet I own very little of it. I think the sparkliest thing I own (not including my ‘solar system’ tights) would be some gold glittery jumpers which, according to my friend make me look‘festive’. I also own a pair of shiny, metallic leggings I only bought them in the off chance I want to dress up as Billy Corgan in the zero video when I am feeling down. They are shinier as oppose to sparkly two very different things I’ll have you know. Although sparkles shine yet shine does not necessarily sparkle. That quote right there is about as close to philosophical wisdom I will ever achieve. I have decided that my favourite clothing items involve neutral tones like grey, peach, white, black and brown. My favourite materials seem to be tweed and anything that is floral. I like peach lace and polka dots. And I especially like wearing hair bands and coloured tights and snug woolly jumpers. Basically anything I find in a charity shop....I don't really buy anything from vintage shops, regularly anyway, if there is something that particularly special that I fall in love in a vintage shop I’d be likely to buy it for a reasonable price but only as a one-off I wouldn’t rely on vintage shops for all my wadrobely goodness.
To be fair you have to be quite lucky to find a true gem in a charity shop, you’ve really got to hunt through the masses of primark castoffs.
However some of my best charity shop finds have been ever so impressive! My most recent being a tweed, old lady coat worthy of glamour nana status. It smells strongly of old lady, it even still had adorable hairpins in the pockets! I bought it for a mere 4 pounds. How wonderful for my bank balance. OH am I shallow for being so image obsessed sometimes, I’d hate to come across as vain and narcissistic.
Anyway Diary it is time for me to bid you farewell. Good night and sweet dreams.
* I just made the most appalling attempt to spell the word ‘necessary’ Microsoft spell checker didn’t even recognize it! Thanks dictionary dot com you have saved the day yet again!
So following from the Shop assistants they played ‘You’ve got the love by the beautiful Florence, and they also played Zero by YYYs and they played some generic sounding screamy girl/boy indie pop London type band. Anyway, this casual wandering gave me time to reflect on ‘Topshop culture’. As I roamed aimlessly around it, smoking an imaginary pipe which is what I do when I try to appear thoughtful, it occurred to me how very unimpressed and out of touch I am with whatever ‘fashion’ is at the moment.
I think the fashion now is blazer, checked shirt and leggings.
I can’t seem to figure out what the inspiration is for current trends. There’s a lot of sparkly stuff going on, which is fine by me. I proper love sparkly stuff and yet I own very little of it. I think the sparkliest thing I own (not including my ‘solar system’ tights) would be some gold glittery jumpers which, according to my friend make me look‘festive’. I also own a pair of shiny, metallic leggings I only bought them in the off chance I want to dress up as Billy Corgan in the zero video when I am feeling down. They are shinier as oppose to sparkly two very different things I’ll have you know. Although sparkles shine yet shine does not necessarily sparkle. That quote right there is about as close to philosophical wisdom I will ever achieve. I have decided that my favourite clothing items involve neutral tones like grey, peach, white, black and brown. My favourite materials seem to be tweed and anything that is floral. I like peach lace and polka dots. And I especially like wearing hair bands and coloured tights and snug woolly jumpers. Basically anything I find in a charity shop....I don't really buy anything from vintage shops, regularly anyway, if there is something that particularly special that I fall in love in a vintage shop I’d be likely to buy it for a reasonable price but only as a one-off I wouldn’t rely on vintage shops for all my wadrobely goodness.
To be fair you have to be quite lucky to find a true gem in a charity shop, you’ve really got to hunt through the masses of primark castoffs.
However some of my best charity shop finds have been ever so impressive! My most recent being a tweed, old lady coat worthy of glamour nana status. It smells strongly of old lady, it even still had adorable hairpins in the pockets! I bought it for a mere 4 pounds. How wonderful for my bank balance. OH am I shallow for being so image obsessed sometimes, I’d hate to come across as vain and narcissistic.
Anyway Diary it is time for me to bid you farewell. Good night and sweet dreams.
* I just made the most appalling attempt to spell the word ‘necessary’ Microsoft spell checker didn’t even recognize it! Thanks dictionary dot com you have saved the day yet again!
9.13.2009
9.12.2009
15.09.09
Over the week end I went to Claire’s house party it was really awesome it was nice seeing everyone again and it felt weird at first, it was like I was in a dream and these were all faces from my past which is silly because Uni only ended a couple of months ago, maybe I’ve been training myself to get over Uni life to save my feelings. I’ve been ordering many-a-purchai off amazon. Quite the French theme, I had such a boring day at work. I was at the Darlington store, it was freezing, it was weird being away from the Middlesbrough store. Darlington is a weird place full of odd people that I just don’t connect with. Not that I connect with people in Stockton or Boro. Teesside is a weird place to live I can’t put my finger on what it is. Should I try and embrace my Teesside roots? I’ve always been so determined to escape this place. I was flirting with a college student today, oh God I have sunk to new lows. He caught me scoffing a chocolate (when I’m bored I eat its doesn’t help that my boring work environment is in a chocolate shop) he was like *cheeky smile* perks of the job eh? And I offered him a sample chocolate, claiming it isn’t stealing because they are free. We nattered on a bit, and embraced in a flirty conversational exchange. When he left, I turned around and noticed the mirror, looking atmy reflection I remembered how old I am – 22 – practically a dinosaur. I think I will be forever 18/19 in my head and I can’t believe I’ve reached this age and survived to tell the tale. Back to Teesside and embracing of the roots, I bet there are plenty of really amazing like-minded Teesside folk I have yet to find them. There were none in school, except Bianca, but I think that because we have spent so much time together through adolescence – the most important age of growing up, we have formed this Siamese Twin-like bond whereby our interests and taste has formed to be the same.
I’m going to London in December, very excited for this! I’ve been trying to make a plan of what I intend to do in my two day short stay. Obviously I will get up very early each morning, there is a Turner and the Master’s exhibition at the Tate Britain I must go to that it would be amazing to see Rembrandt and Turner paintings in the flesh (can you say in the flesh about a painting?), and at the Tate modern a pop art exhibition called ‘Life in the material; world’ so my plan is, zoom around these two main galleries in the morning my plan for the afternoon is to find some awesome vintage and charity shops, I have yet to plan something for the evening, im thinking just strolling around and see all the pretty Christmas lights lit up as I will have spent all my money buying pretty clothes. I saw some pretty snazzy clothing items in Darlo’s charity shops today, a couple of knitted jumpers which look lovely & snug perfect for wintery time, and a belt, Im desperately in need of a suitable belt I was in Pets in need of Vets, the best name for a charity shop? And there was this nice old lady having a full blown conversation with herself, she kept verbally disagreeing with herself, I felt part bad, part amused it was like she did have two personalities. Bless her. I’ve never seen anything as bizarre I don’t think in person, I even feel bad just mentioning it. I’m not being horrible I found it’s just not something you see every day and it made me feel sad actually. I wonder what I’m going to be like when I’m old. I hope I stay relatively healthy, happy and sane …god I don’t even want to think about it. I’m terrified. I’m glad I have kept diaries to remind myself of what has happened. It is Bianca’s birthday this month, Ive been shopping on Amazon for her present, Ive decided to make it a Parisian theme, I have got her an Edith Piaf album of her greatest hits, a DVD called Chansons d’amour which has Louis Garrell in it and she absolutely loves him and I will probably wrap it in Eiffel tower paper and stick a vintage looking tag on it, I think it will be an amazing present. I also bought myself a film called ‘Dans Paris’ which also has Louis Garrell in it but it does look like a really good film, I especially enjoyed these quotes which I read about on the IMDB when I was researching excellent films….
Paul: I think we grossly underestimate our sorrows, in general. We always die of sadness, actually.
Alice: You mean sadness is put inside us at birth?
Paul: Yes.
Alice: Like eye color?
Alice: Exactly. That's why it needs our care, but others can do nothing. No one can do anything about eye color. Also, I think it would be fair to let you take care of your sorrow alone
Paul: I don't know what's happening. I don't trust myself when I'm in love. I get nervous and say the wrong things or I start examining, evaluating, calculating what I say. I say "Think it will rain?" She responds, "I don't know." Then I wonder if she's even interested. It all scares me to death. Yes, scared to death. A friend once told me having a fuck buddy is better than falling in love. I think he's right. Rain makes flowers grow and snails happy. That's a fact. But if a girl loves me she starts acting strangely, like asking me funny questions and pouting when I snap at her or saying things like "Think it will rain?" and I say "I have no idea" and she says "Oh" and gets all sad looking up at the California-blue sky. That makes me thank god it's you, darling. This time it's your turn
I’m going to London in December, very excited for this! I’ve been trying to make a plan of what I intend to do in my two day short stay. Obviously I will get up very early each morning, there is a Turner and the Master’s exhibition at the Tate Britain I must go to that it would be amazing to see Rembrandt and Turner paintings in the flesh (can you say in the flesh about a painting?), and at the Tate modern a pop art exhibition called ‘Life in the material; world’ so my plan is, zoom around these two main galleries in the morning my plan for the afternoon is to find some awesome vintage and charity shops, I have yet to plan something for the evening, im thinking just strolling around and see all the pretty Christmas lights lit up as I will have spent all my money buying pretty clothes. I saw some pretty snazzy clothing items in Darlo’s charity shops today, a couple of knitted jumpers which look lovely & snug perfect for wintery time, and a belt, Im desperately in need of a suitable belt I was in Pets in need of Vets, the best name for a charity shop? And there was this nice old lady having a full blown conversation with herself, she kept verbally disagreeing with herself, I felt part bad, part amused it was like she did have two personalities. Bless her. I’ve never seen anything as bizarre I don’t think in person, I even feel bad just mentioning it. I’m not being horrible I found it’s just not something you see every day and it made me feel sad actually. I wonder what I’m going to be like when I’m old. I hope I stay relatively healthy, happy and sane …god I don’t even want to think about it. I’m terrified. I’m glad I have kept diaries to remind myself of what has happened. It is Bianca’s birthday this month, Ive been shopping on Amazon for her present, Ive decided to make it a Parisian theme, I have got her an Edith Piaf album of her greatest hits, a DVD called Chansons d’amour which has Louis Garrell in it and she absolutely loves him and I will probably wrap it in Eiffel tower paper and stick a vintage looking tag on it, I think it will be an amazing present. I also bought myself a film called ‘Dans Paris’ which also has Louis Garrell in it but it does look like a really good film, I especially enjoyed these quotes which I read about on the IMDB when I was researching excellent films….
Paul: I think we grossly underestimate our sorrows, in general. We always die of sadness, actually.
Alice: You mean sadness is put inside us at birth?
Paul: Yes.
Alice: Like eye color?
Alice: Exactly. That's why it needs our care, but others can do nothing. No one can do anything about eye color. Also, I think it would be fair to let you take care of your sorrow alone
Paul: I don't know what's happening. I don't trust myself when I'm in love. I get nervous and say the wrong things or I start examining, evaluating, calculating what I say. I say "Think it will rain?" She responds, "I don't know." Then I wonder if she's even interested. It all scares me to death. Yes, scared to death. A friend once told me having a fuck buddy is better than falling in love. I think he's right. Rain makes flowers grow and snails happy. That's a fact. But if a girl loves me she starts acting strangely, like asking me funny questions and pouting when I snap at her or saying things like "Think it will rain?" and I say "I have no idea" and she says "Oh" and gets all sad looking up at the California-blue sky. That makes me thank god it's you, darling. This time it's your turn
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