[leave.me.alone] IT'SNOTHINGSERIOUS

I really want to start a band.

Problem: none of my friends are very musical/good at their instruments. I mean, they all love good music, but they can't create shit (note: if you ever see this, I still love you). But, that said, they're only beginners, as am I... But I'm at an alright/beginner level. And I play quite a lot, so...

But I'd just be the bassist. I like the bass, though; I feel way more comfortable behind the humble bass than the guitar. And I would help write songs, and.... and... I could sing. (badly)

Thomas has a band that needs a singer. But they're not taking it seriously at all, and I... would. Maybe I could replace their crap bassist...?

OK, I'm shutting up now.

I need to stop thinking about the Red Hot Chili Peppers! (please note: I'm not even that big a fan; I'm much more of a Muse girl)

This morning (my sleeping happens mostly in the morning), I had this weird dream where my Mum asked to hang out a basket of washing, but the washing line was a ten metre fence around the park in the nearest town (there isn't really a fence around th park though...). As I tried to find a way to hand it out, I saw John Frusciante.

"Mr. Frusciante! I'm sure this must get mighty annoying, all these freaky fans talking to you out of the blue, but...."

Hequickly scribbled his name and then his autograph on a scrap of paper that he had in his pocket. He handed it to me hastily, terrified. "Here, I'm shaking like a leaf!" And with that, he ran off into the park to the place where the potheads normally hang out.


This always happens to me. I get the weirdest dreams about what I think about a lot at the time, like all of the Muse dreams, and the Sims dreams when I was a kid (the saddest thing is that I'm still as addicted, but this time to The Sims 2).

....I need a liiiiiife





Et pour tous les francais, voila une traduction qui pete:

Ce matin (mon sommeil se produit la plupart du temps le matin), j'ai eu ce de rêve étrange où ma maman a demandé à traîner un panier du lavage, mais la ligne de lavage était une barrière de dix mètres autour du parc dans la ville la plus proche (il n'y a pas vraiment une barrière autour de parc de Th cependant…). Pendant que j'essayais de trouver une manière de la remettre dehors, j'ai vu John Frusciante.

« M. Frusciante ! Je suis sûr que ceci doit obtenir gêner puissant, tous ces ventilateurs bizarres te parlant hors du bleu, mais…. » Hequickly scribbled son nom et puis son autographe sur une chute de papier qu'il a eue dans sa poche. Il me l'a remis à la hâte, terrifié. « Ici, je secoue comme une feuille ! » Et avec celui, il a coulé dans le parc à l'endroit où les potheads traînent normalement.


Ceci arrive toujours à moi. J'obtiens de rêves les plus étranges au sujet de ce que je pense environ beaucoup alors, comme tous les rêves de MUSE, et les rêves de Sims quand j'étais un enfant (la chose la plus triste est que je suis toujours comme intoxiqué, mais cette fois au Sims 2). ….

J'ai besoin d'un liiiiiife

This is Katy and I =D

I am the retarded looking one on the left.
Katy is the nice looking one on the right.

(she's a right camwhore.)

I like my friends =D
Except for the boring ones. They think they're my friends but, haha, they're NOT.

Because this sort of thing seems to go down a treat... some more for you all.

Je me souviens, l'anniversaire (a peu pres, comme l'on n'est pas tres sur de la date précise) de sa mort, cette minute silencieuse rien que pour lui. Dans ma tete, il circulaient plusieurs images de lui accompagnées de ses chansons. Ces chansons qui ne vieilliront jamais. Lui, en jeans tou découpés, en Converses petées, une de ses guitares qui m'ont toujours parues a l'envers. ....Courtney Love. Qui ressemble a rien. Je l'aime PAS.

FUN.

I took Simon with me (Simon is the latest addition to the family: he's an accoustic guitar I bought very guiltily off of a pothead in debt for €25) to Katy's house, but before I could play... We went to Super U in the nearest town/village/middle-of-nowhere settlement, and then we went to the newsagent for Katy to buy some cancer sticks, but the problem was that, as it was lunchtime... Everything shuts. So, we hung around in front of the church watching the minutes crawl past, eating disgusting cheap chocolate until we finally got up and read the damned message on the door:

"Shut on Thursday afternoons"

So, after she flitted her eyelids at a guy rolling a joint for a fag, we started the long march back to her house, the burning afternoon sun blazing harshly on our backs. We climbed hills, with no shade. My feet were sweating, and the piddly soles of my Converses were doing very little to protect my feet from the constant slap, slap, slap on the hot tarmac.

"I think... oh, no. It's over the brow of the next hill that you can see the house," Katy called back to me as I dragged behind, literally sweltering and not very well dressed for a death march in the heat. The only thought comforting me was the cheap imitation cola and Borat waiting for me.

I'm going to say "never was I happier to get back home", because a) I have probably been happier to be home at some other time and b) because it technically wasn't home, just her house. So, after getting changed (my Foo Fighters shirt really stank), I vegged out in front of Borat boosting my blood sugar levels with cheap sweets and cola.

Katy's got a boyfriend called... erm... can't remember. But the point is, they're so close and lovey-dovey, and it makes me a little jealous. He's sensitive, talented (he can rock the keyboard, duuuude) and skinny (yes, I like skinny rockers) with really nice hair (I also like long hair on guys). It makes me feel even worse about my incurable celibacy, and she seems so happy.

She ate as much as me. I'm not sure if she's better now, and is eating again or if she only does it when me or Sarah is about so that we won't worry. I don't know.

I sold her Silverchair's Neon Ballroom for €4,50, so that's one CD less in my collection but €4,50 more to the guitar fund! (Please note: I only bought it for £2.50 on eBayincluding P&P, yay)

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Kaiser Chiefs 15th May @ Merignac
Muse 20th August @ Angouleme