My blog is currently my safe, Internethaven where i can hide away from people desperately trying to get reading tickets. Also because as my school is a tad weird we celebrated World Book Day today and therefore i spent the day dressed as Neville, showering all my love and affection on a plant which many peopleinsisted was dead (Droopy, as i so christened him, is not dead. he just wants you to think that so he can trap you into stroking his lovely soft leaves until you are in a passive state and he can strangle you! muahahaha!). People should stop hating on Droopy and me (the mocking was headed by Fia who drew a cute comic of it and i mention it so i can go “Link the sidebar!!!” like John and Hank Green, only obviously you cannot see me doing the finger moustache. if this bracket confused you: do yourself a favour and search for vlogbrothers).
So i am thus feeling a little disjointed from stuff- mainly because i kinda hate Thom Yorke and just Radiohead in general for some reason (oh- this links back to the whole Reading thing). Really no idea why- i mean, i don’t like their music or anything but that doesn’t explain why i just feel the urge to bash Thom’s smug face. Or it could be that generally when i overhear people talking about how they love Radiohead, its people i don’t like. I just realised i like no one who is playing at Reading this year…that is so weird (would i sound like an amazing tosser if i said that i liked some of Kings of Leon’s early stuff? before they got to no. 1?). But i guess that’s a good thing. Not like i can claim to have good music taste. Listening to Snakebite by Alice Cooper just because its hilarious. I also tried listening to some of the…let me see if i can get this right…virtual instrumental post-metal band Deathmøle (if anyone gets that nerdy webcomic reference then i salute you. now officially up to date with that- yes, i have read several years worth of comic archives and now believe that they are all real people). Its not actually that bad, but i find it hard to listen to instrumental stuff (apart from classical music obviously….jesus i really feel like i ought to be shot. i swear its just because this is being typed out. i don’t sound so awful in my head but i guess enough of you know my head well enough to know that isn’t saying much).
Anyway: other events. Err…last friday my school participated in the Schools Question Time competition! So some people (some friends of mine amongst them) organised a panel ect. and food (lots of lovely food) and the whole evening was pretty awesome. As chairperson there was Emily Maitlis of BBC news (it was slightly scary because i forget the anchorpeoplehave legs) and as normal panel people: David Aaronavitch (Timesjournalist, probably the best person that evening), Stephanie Flanders (BBC economics editor), Iain Dale (conservative party activist who wore a horribly flamboyant shirt), Edward Davey (Lib Dem MP for Kingston and Robert Evans (member of the European parliament for the labour party, who i disliked). Discussion centred on: economic crisis (durr), faith in Gordon Brown, Obamarama!, A* results being introduced at A Level and university fees, Palestine and Israel and Jade Goody (yeah…the fact that she was discussed more than the Palestine/Israel issue was kinda depressing). Also good about QT: i totally bonded with Rachel, who is in the year below and so cool she wore an Obama t-shirt. We also had some weird running joke about us acting like a lesbian couple, its nice to have jokes with someone i don’t actually know that well (but i do think shes really quite awesome. she is the cats pyjamas as i have taught her to say).
On Sunday I went round Twickenham’s many charity shops with Jess, Hannah and Fia which was nice. Other than that the weekend was pretty chilled, especially reading Love in the Time of Cholera in my bubble bath
which i am enjoying so far but is not quite as awesome as 100 Years of Solitude or The General in his Labyrinth. Though It has made me worried that i am going to start drinking cologne and eating rose petals. That seems like exactly the kind of creepy, obsessive thing i would do. But as far as eating things in Marquez book’s goes, the descriptions of Rebeca eating dirt and whitewash are probably the best (see- some of the characters in 100 Years of Solitude are amazing and haunting, others….like, the whole of the third generation…i found more annoying. Maybe if i knew more about the history of Latin America than the civil war business might make more sense).
Anyway, i believe it is safe to come out of hiding.
p.s Jess has started to update her blog again- link in the side bar! (its Queen of Sanssouci. Hell yeah we love Rufus Wainwright).