Home Town Delightz #2 - There you are, you pesky rascal!

I love this thing.

So this hat has been my favourite thing since I bought it on impulse in Forever21's big opening weekend the other month.
It went mysteriously went missing over the weekend of manic travel between Brum-Selly-Home-TheBoy'sHome-Home-London-Home-TheBoy'sHome-Notts-Home. Inevitable, really.


BUT. I JUST FOUND IT. Tangled amid knitwear galore, that was also travelling about manically with me. Pure joy. Though I think I'll still wear a different hat laterz...








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Apologies to The Boy and The Cat in particular for unfair accusations of theft. Lav Yaz ;)

Oh, RihRih. You just won't go away.

Okay. She's just plain amazing. I can't pretend I'm not wowed by her consistently any more (though will never feel as strongly for her as The Boy does. And no, I haven't bought him tour tickets for Christmas like he wants, bless him). 


She is everywhere. All the time. I don't have the energy to even attempt to list the ways. But I can't avoid it. She's tremendous. In every way. 


And I think it's safe to say that it was Saturday night's incredible duet that got Matt Cardle that Xfactor Crown, the lucky sod.

A Polite Response To The KoolKids Across The Road - Ah cheerz guyz. Cheerz.

So it's taken me literally ALL day to sit down and read seven pages of a dense literary text that I should have had completed and reviewed by week six. It is now week ten. 

I finally got to point of concentration. A point of zen, of calm, of total acceptance of the chaos that is my room, house, location, body temperature, hair cut, pyjamas, etc.

I had FINALLY gotten there. It felt good. It felt like the future. Like something more than these constant self-indulgent and ever-distracting blog posts. It felt good.

This is all that has lasted the months of damp and cold
and chaos. This is my Peace and Quiet.

But. Some presumably charming young students, I'm guessing they be koolandshit, I probably know half of them for their DamnFineCaps and MightySteez, decided to start The Party. 


But. It's in the middle of the road (I think, there are a lot of MightyFineVehicles out there). 
Or if not in the middle of the road, in the middle of one of the most dense student areas in the UK. Victoria Halls, We Salute You. 
We live and breathe students here. Parties, yeah. Do it. Innit.


But. At 5.01pm in the afternoon? At the most stressful time of the year for us all? Deadlines have hit? But because you're a fresher it doesn't matter that you interrupt EVERYONE on their way to and from the library?
AT FIVE IN THE AFTERNOON?! REALLY?! 


My window, curtains, chair and whole body and feeling the beautiful vibrations of a SeanaPaula remix of some sort. I'm sure the place is bangin'. I'd be there in a second.


But please guys, could you turn it down? Just a little bit? So I can sit in my bed with my book and drown you out with the delicate tones of Bon Iver? Or not?


Oh? What's the I hear? Has some nasty security guy come in and told you to turn it down? Perhaps even the nice community police officers I met today?
Ah. Well that's nice of you. It's just my window that's shaking now, not me. Okay. That's better.


Or not? Did I just hear the volume being sneaked back up? Are these shivers? Or shakes? Or just the SIKASFUK BASE driving me wild?


Oh is that it going back up even further? Well, Why the hell not at 5.06pm on a freezing cold and miserable Thursday?


I give up. Have fun. I'll probably be round to crash it later. Save me some shit.


...


OHHHH. OR NOT? Can I return to the tranquil peace I've been striving for?!
I hear what now feels like a peaceful silence. Just the calm and collected hustle and bustle of the library run. No cheap dubstep imitations. No grotesque references to bodily functions. I can't take that right now.
It's all over. Our taxes are clearly worth it. 


Sorry guyz.
BUT DEAL. 

What Ever Happened To My Rock 'n' Roll?

The Boy and I have tickets to see BRMC tonight. We can get them refunded any time due to a last minute date change (THE BASTARDS). I've never seen them live before. The Father and I have been big fans since I was little. They make an excellent soundtrack to the highs and lows of pre-pubescent life.

I'm dressed for it. I even had some food (I am back to being TheCrepeMaster again). 

But I'm tired. And messy. And my head hurts. And it's cold out there. And I need to read up on Gatsby. And everything else in The World.

Hmmmmmm...

I think I'll go. I love loud gigs. And I miss them. The Head Banging. And The Leather. And The Lace.

Especially when The Duke Spirit are supporting.

Hey Boy! Wait up!

My Darlings, I miss this.

Hipster Narrative #1 - A typical morning in the life of a wide-eyed and aspirational arts student.

Life : Hey! You there!

Girl : Wha'? Me?!

Life : Yeah, you! With all your GenericArtyBohemian potential! Come! Live life to the full!

Girl : ... Nah, I don't have time for life right now, I gotta wash my hair...
Life : WTF?! Stop procrastinating, you lazy fuck. First Class Honours ain't called First Class for nothin' ya know.
Girl : Nah, I'm serious I gotta was my hair.

Life : Uhh wottevvs babe.. It can't be that important - it doesn't look that dirty.

Girl : Uhh wottevvs babez. I just had to rip out two massive revolting dreadlocks. Despite only ever using an entire bottle of OverPricedBestSellingBlondeConditionerThat Doesn'tNecessarilyBetterTheCheapButCrap-LookingOption.

Life : Stop freakin' out bitch - it can't be that bad.
Girl : Uhhhh yeah, it can. My scalp is bleeding. Look [reveals scalp].
Life : Uhh...
Girl : [staring at herself in the mirror with a concerned expression] Perhaps the Low-MaintenanceAlternativeGenericAsFuckHairCut isn't so Low-Maintenance after all...
Life : [stunned by gore of scalp] Jeez...
Girl : Or perhaps it is, and I just need to learn how to brush it again. With a hair brush, right?
Life : Wha...? Are you serious?
Girl : At least once a week, right?[whips out CheapSetOfMensBeardTrimmers and proceeds to groom]
Life : Oh for Fuck's sake. I give up.



Yes, this is Alice Dellal. And yes, I do have this haircut.



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