Home Town Delightz #5 - Swish Swash.

Sometimes there is nothing nicer than chillin' with Pa in the early morning after a sleepless night thanks to the pleasure that is The Sniffles etc etc.

Having woken before everyone else, attempted to read one of my many course books (I'm still working my way through Glassco's Memoirs and loving every word), listened to a mixture of beautiful addiktions from my NightNightLife playlist, eaten a few perfect post-Christmas tangerines and drunk a fair amount of peppermint tea to try to ward off the inevitable headache, I ended up helping Pa do the washing up from the past couple of days (our dishwasher decided to pack in mid-wash on Christmas Eve Evening. And yes, I know. Ugh).

We have the bigger version of
this. It's too lovely.

Now that that's all done and dusted (I'm not allowed to touch the plates in case, God Forbid, I drop one) and the Aga is layered with Le Creuset pans and the cat has settled, I'm back to bed with my various course books and a desperate need to get rid of this God-Damned Headache.

Have a beautiful day y'all.

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...








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

Home Town Delightz #1 - Public Library Possy.

So the other day I was in the pit that is Nottingham's Main City Library. 

Amid the stink of damp, active asbestos removal, wandering tramps and flustered yet remarkably resourceful librarians, I was treated to the presence of two charming young gangstahs. They had the hoods, the swagger, the steez - all that shit. And were sat in the QUIET ZONE of the library of all places, loudly counting an astounding number of two pence pennies and reciting impromptu beat poetry to each other while the rest of us tried to ignore the unnecessary disturbance to our studious reading (I was engrossed in the Glassco's wondrous tales of 1920s Montparnasse, Paris).

Yet these two gentlemen proceeded in their chosen self-expression, an art form that managed to drag me from my enthusiastic page turns and captivate my curiousity. There were many a line that have eluded my understanding, and therefore memory, but these two men were saying something relevant, exciting and fresh.

"...governmentsandpoliticianstelltoomanyliez." 

was the closing line, which is all I managed to scribble down.

The pair then continued hustling about the bookshelves for a good hour longer, then politely approached each reader and apologised profusely to the dear "Sirs" and "Ladies and "Babies" (I was Baby) for making such a "damn racket" wished us all a "merry and marvelous Christmas break". With a tip of their hoods/caps they were gone.

What a treat. <3

Brief Thoughts on Tonight's Pending Final.

I want Cher Lloyd to win. 
But I don't know if it'll happen. And I have liked all the others throughout. Even One Direction (standard sucker for the BoysInTheBand)


The only things I've heard as definite tonight are that Rebecca has Xtina. Absurd.


And that Matt has Rihanna. The Boy is gutted.




Best of Luck, Guys and Dolls!




WatchThisSpaceForARant... <3

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. 

I Want Never Gets.

The Boy linked these earlier. Definitely one for The Wish List.