coincidences

i got out of the shower earlier, and i was just pottering about my bedroom listening to one of those really shit mix cd's that you accumulate over the years and then resurface every now and then, when i looked out of my window and saw that it was raining. not just raining; really raining. and i realised that i was in fact listening to 'standing in the rain' by billy talent, which then led me onto remember my earlier post with the same title. so i did. stand in the rain i mean, in my back garden, in my pajamas, and stood and looked at the huge field which my house backs onto.

weird eh?

after i'd been there a while it stopped raining, and the sun came out. so back inside i went (a bit backwards, but that's how i roll innit) and went to potter about the house a bit more. i was quite peckish, and made myself a pizza (oh dear). when it was ready i whipped out the brown sauce and squeezed some on - everyone tells me this is a really gross habit of mine, to eat brown sauce with everything i mean - and it came out in a perfect capital 'G'. (for those of you who are unaware, my surname begins with a G.)

that is all.

jitterbug baby

i really want to learn how to swing dance. sod skint on a monday, i want to go to the 100 club and jive. someone come with me (and buy me these?)

maybe if i spent less time thinking about the past and more time thinking about the present then i would get around to going to the bank or tidying my room.

starstruck

i think this man is perfect.

he's completely beautiful. i love the septum piercing and the femininity of what he's wearing, as well as the total juxtaposition of the high-fashion goth fur jacket and the indie boy trilby. he's also from paris (well, he was photographed in paris) and as it's my current escape of choice i'm pretty much in love.

thank you scott schuman!

hello, me

i never knew i was a romantic until my brother told me so today. i always thought i was a realist, but apparantly i'm the total opposite. it's funny how you can have a totally different perception of yourself than everyone else, but now that he's said it, i can see it in myself. it's so obvious - i'm always daydreaming about something or other. today's topic was travelling.

i'm always wanting to run away and get lost somewhere in the world. i want to experience everything the world has to offer, i want to meet as many different people as i can. i want to live all different kinds of ways, from the high life on the upper east side of manhattan to the slums in rio. ok, i'm definitely starting to see what my brother was on about. but still;

i want to go punting in venice,

smoke cigarettes outside cafés in paris,

be a cowboy in texas,

drink beer in berlin,

go fishing in vietnam, wear fur hats in moscow,

scare people on trams in san francisco,

hang out with japanese punks in tokyo,

and go surfing in hawaii.

how beautiful are all those things? it makes me want to break out of here and not come back for a long, long time. i can't stand being in one place for too long. maybe i should bugger dance college and just travel for a job instead. that would be pretty awesome. or maybe i just need to go on holiday.