My weekend has consisted of - attending a masquerade ball, having a nightmare where I got crushed by a pile of giant ten tonne potatoes, working in the chocolate shop, drawing, charity shop shopping and hanging out with the 'boyf' or at least that is what Mizz magazine would call him. I miss Mizz magazine, I wish I could of been a cover girl at some point in my teen-hood, although I can't say I was much of an attractive 13 year old with my curly fringe and gawky facial expressions. I went from being super big blue eyed pretty at about ten years old, extremely shy of the opposite sex, only showing them affection through means of inflicting pain, to age 13/14 that awkward adolescent stage where I just deliberately so it seemed, tried to make myself look as ugly as possible i.e. budgies, sports clothing,untamed head of hair, adolescent angst to whatever I am now, now I'm just constantly frustrated with my hair mainly
Me and Dan watched The Hitchhikers guide to the galaxy last night, we were both very tired though he was falling asleep on my shoulder due his narcoleptic disorder and I was totally not understanding what was going on because we'd missed about half the film and I wish I had read the book first. So all in all it was not a successful film watching experience. Prior to this I ate over half a tube of lime and chili pringles so my mouth tasted as though I had just downed a whole bottle of washing up liquid. However the good thing about the wtaching of this film, it reminded me of my love for Zooey Deschanel, so here are some pictures to conclude the blog...








most of the pictures I fond of her are of this side of her face, she must favour her left side but I'm sure her right side is just as nice

ah love her

x x x

Becoming a 'Twit'

I signed up to twitter the other week, it's pretty rubbish really. I only have a few followers and one of them is 'the sex shop' whatever that is. The bad things about twitter for me so far are as follows

• The majority of my 'tweets' are food related
• I am not a celebrity thus rendering I lack 'fans'
• It is highly addictive and even though you know no one will see it you tweet something anyway
• I should probably be more cautious of letting my personal details and life story be known on the Internet after my stalker from work found me on facebook and has bombarded me with emails, he said to me the other week "you're the nicest person I've ever met", "you're such a good friend to me, one of my closest friends" and 'I just don't know what I would do without you"which suggests if I don't add him as a facebook friend he will top himself. The only sort of contact I've had with him is him coming into the shop literally every weekend three times a day, hanging around not buying anything, asking me a load of pointless questions while I'm trying to work and breathing heavily while staring at me.

http://twitter.com/LaureMcCabe

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what is simple in the moonlight by the morning never is

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

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.

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

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!

A thought

At 22 am I too old for blogging? mmm Nope, I don't think so!

&hearts