This is from The All-American Reject’s up-and-coming album, Kids in the Street which is out (most probably just in American) March 27th. It’s called I For You. I love how romantic yet haunting it is.
Monthly Archives January 2012
Long distance relationships are the biggest oxymoron in the world of relationships. They’re your way of saying that you can’t live without that person, but that’s exactly what you end up doing. It’s like the ultimate non-sexual version of sadomasochism. How can we possibly say that we can’t live without someone, yet force ourselves to do just that?
Whether it makes sense or not, that’s exactly what my boyfriend and I have been doing for the last six months. I’m not going to lie. It’s made things difficult. I can remember right before he left, as his parents were getting into the car, he looked down at me (there’s a bit of a height difference), and told me not to cry. Thankfully I’m pretty sure I was wearing sunglasses so he couldn’t see that my eyes were already welling up...Read More
See that picture? That’s my nan and I (and some random guy putting his coat on) last Friday, out to dinner after my graduation. (I also hate that photo of myself but that’s besides the point.) I don’t know if you can see it, but there’s a little mark on the bridge of her nose. Whether you can see see it or not, it’s there, and it’s skin cancer. By this time next Friday, she’ll have had surgery to remove me.
She’s a brave one, that Nan of mine. After she found out (from a particularly unsympathetic not-even-doctor who simply said in her Polish accent, “You have skin cancer,) she came home, drank tea and ate soup. She didn’t react in the slightest. That was over a month ago, just before Christmas. Only yesterday did she admit to me that she was worried...Read More
They say that wisdom comes with age. That’s where the name “wisdom teeth” comes from. The name for those extra molars at the back of our mouths that many people are lucky enough to never have come through, or to even possess. I’m not one of those lucky individuals.
Until the beginning of December, I wasn’t aware that I had any. Until one day I awoke with excruciating pain. It wasn’t just my mouth that hurt – my neck was sore, it hurt to open my mouth to speak, let alone to eat, I had earache, and I was even more miserable than usual because of the pain. I went to the doctors, hoping it was an ear infection, but alas, he told me that there was nothing he could do for me and that I needed a dentist...Read More
I get bored easily. So we have a whole new look (again). This one, however, is a little bit different: it was made by me! I’m still working on a couple of elements to it, like the header images, but for a first attempt, it’s not bad. It was actually a lot easier than I thought, and WAY easier than making styles for Artificial Sweetener. Let me know what you think!Read More
Image courtesy of Crushable
Last Friday, I officially graduated from university. It felt so strange being back, being surrounded by everyone that I’ve spent the last three years of my life with again. Although, only half of those people were there. As great as the day was, everything was ridiculously expensive because they knew that certain mugs (such as myself) would pay the prices (£45 to rent a gown, £10 per ticket, at least £20 for photos…) in order to walk across a stage for ten seconds. I also got told off by my mum, nan and boyfriend because I walked across the stage too quickly and they didn’t get a chance to take a photo of me, but the main thing on my mind was making sure that I didn’t trip over...Read More
The Sylvia Plath Effect is, funnily enough, named after Sylvia Plath, who gassed herself by sticking her head in the oven aged thirty with her kids in the other room. It suggests that poets, particularly female poets, are more susceptible to mental illness. As much as I hate to agree with it, I do. I’m a female. I’m a poet. I have a menagerie of mental illnesses, the main one being depression. (No, I’m not sticking my head in the oven any time soon; we have an electric one, so it won’t do much damage. Plus I’m not suicidal, just so that you don’t start worrying.) Whilst I don’t know many other female poets, there is a lot of evidence from other writers, male and female, that the more creative you are, the more susceptible you are to doing damage to yourself...Read More
Last night, I had the first story idea I’ve had in a while. I can’t remember what triggered it, but I remember thinking that I had to write it down. I didn’t write it down at the time, but I’ve just finished writing it, and it’s the second longest thing I’ve written all year. That may not sound like a lot given that we’re only fifteen days into the year, but, since finishing university, I’ve been writing less and less. Why?
Lots of reasons.
The main one, I guess, is that since finishing university, I’ve done very little for myself. I’ve been running around, looking after other people, having to do things their way, after having spent three years contemplating my own life, what to do with it and living it my way for the first time...Read More
The site has had a bit of a makeover. I quite like it, I have to say. I might play around with a few of the colours, but I love the effects on it. ANd no, I didn’t make it. It’s an awesome premade one by TwoBeers Project, whose link you can find at the bottom of the page.
Until the next time I decide to blog,