Sunday, 28 February 2010

During my state of utter inebriation last night I seem to have misplaced my passport argh. What a pain in the arse, costs about seventy quid for a renewed one, obscene. I'll have to go to the Post Office tomorrow and sort it out. Means I lose my stamps, I adored those stamps ha.

Thursday, 25 February 2010

For fuck's sake.

In the supermarket, we bumped into that guy who was speaking to me on Facebook chat earlier this year, the one that was asking if Craig was gay. This is why I appear offline. I didn't even recognise the philistine. Actually, I never even knew who he was until Craig told me later. Of all the Shitlanders to bump into in a Glasgow supermarket, the fiend.

Speaking of weirdos, I should never have linked my Facebook to my Last.Fm, or joined bukkake groups on Facebook. The consequences of such actions are dire.

I decided to look at the twitter page I made a while ago with Shelley, add me:


So inventive haha, she made one "mynameisshelley" ahaha.

Dinosaur Jr. supported by Built to Spill, such a shocking revelation. I'm so happy.

Tuesday, 23 February 2010

Everyone is talking about T In The Park on Facebook, plastered all over my homepage. After being at an All Tomorrow's Parties event, well it is silly to even compare. Most of the musicians that play there are so generic: Katy Perry, Lady Gaga last year? Eminem this year? Niiiiice. I guess it's got to change its lineup to suit the people buying the tickets, and clearly the people buying the tickets these days don't know what music is.

Monday, 22 February 2010

This picture was as close as I could get to the sexual visage we witnessed last night at the Cymbals Eat Guitars' gig, Craig and I were deeply amused. Almost as funny as sex doll face, HAAAAAAA. I would upload a picture of sex doll face.. but it's best I avoid trouble.

Friday, 19 February 2010

I just saw on the news, a zebra escaped the circus then got caught and sent back. That shit should be illegal.

Sunday, 14 February 2010

Just browsed some old photos of my school trip to South Africa. This amused me.

I just downloaded a complete package on learning German in your car, well firstly I don't have a car but that's not the point it's alright. I'm learning this language! Berlin baby. Next time I go there, I'm going to be properly organised with a wild fetish outfit, saw some crazy goth outfits, sexy. It's happenin'.

Oh yeah Valentines day.. yuck. Haha, we are going out to Subclub tonight, some french electro Dj called Danton Eeprom is playing, should be an enjoyable evening.

Watching Natural Born Killers again, uh huh, I LOVE IT.

Saturday, 13 February 2010

What. The. Fuck. Am. I. Watching.
I found an old picture of myself when I was about six odd, I'm holding an OWL. I need to upload this as evidence of my love. My 90s attire is too chic to deny uploading, hah.

Thursday, 4 February 2010

...talking about The Three Faces of Eve and personality disorders in general, I think the human psyche is so fascinating. I think psychology is the easiest thing in the world to study.

I wrote mother's essay the other week. Yes, now I know where I get my procrastination from, I love the fact she paid me to do her work for her. If she gets a good mark I want an extra tenner.

I think Shetland is such a strange place, strange, strange, strange. Small towns in general, my gahd, not for me. It's never a good thing when you have a small select group of people mixing together, it breeds ignorance. So strange how lives here are so intertwined as well, even when I'm down in Glasgow I hear shit about people I don't know doing shit they probably never did in the first place. I've noticed with myself I am always attracted to the persecuted, I generally favour those hated.
She tries not to shatter,kaleidoscope style
personality changes behind her red smile
every new problem brings a stranger inside
heplessly forcing one more new disguise...

The Three Faces Of Eve,
I really want to read this book, it's quite tricky to get hold of though. The song "Christine" by Siouxsie and the Banshees is based on it.

Wednesday, 3 February 2010

My Life in Orange: Growing Up with the Guru is an account of a child growing up in the Osho movement led by Bhagwan Shree Rajneesh. The book is a firsthand account, written by Tim Guest years after his experiences, at age 27. The book was published in 2004 by Granta Books. The book's title is a reference to the term "the orange people" – which was used to refer to members of the Osho movement due to the color they dyed their clothes.

Guest describes how his mother was initially raised in strict Catholicism but later turned to a tape of Bhagwan Shree Rajneesh after going through a period of experimenting with sex and drugs. She dyed all of her clothes orange, took on the name of "Ma Prem Vismaya", and "Yogesh" for her son, and moved to an Osho movement commune near Bombay. Guest's mother moved to many different communes, and had leadership roles within the movement, eventually running a commune in Suffolk. Guest recounts how he regretted the absence of his mother's presence during this time, and describes controversial living conditions with other children at the various ashrams. Guest and his mother moved to the 64,000-acre commune in Oregon, but his mother was demoted in position and sent to live at a different commune in Cologne. His family later disassociated from the Osho movement and moved back to north London, where they each encountered difficulties reintegrating back into mainstream society.

A book I received for Christmas, CULTS. Fucking yes.

February 26th. Can't wait.

The Applicant

First, are you our sort of a person?
Do you wear
A glass eye, false teeth or a crutch,
A brace or a hook,
Rubber breasts or a rubber crotch,

Stitches to show something's missing? No, no? Then
How can we give you a thing?
Stop crying.
Open your hand.
Empty? Empty. Here is a hand

To fill it and willing
To bring teacups and roll away headaches
And do whatever you tell it.
Will you marry it?
It is guaranteed

To thumb shut your eyes at the end
And dissolve of sorrow.
We make new stock from the salt.
I notice you are stark naked.
How about this suit -

Black and stiff, but not a bad fit.
Will you marry it?
It is waterproof, shatterproof, proof
Against fire and bombs through the roof.
Believe me, they'll bury you in it.

Now your head, excuse me, is empty.
I have the ticket for that.
Come here, sweetie, out of the closet.
Well, what do you think of that?
Naked as paper to start

But in twenty-five years she'll be silver,
In fifty, gold.
A living doll, everywhere you look.
It can sew, it can cook,
It can talk, talk, talk.

It works, there is nothing wrong with it.
You have a hole, it's a poultice.
You have an eye, it's an image.
My boy, it's your last resort.
Will you marry it, marry it, marry it

Utterly sublime.

What my grandfather thinks of my music.

Tuesday, 2 February 2010

That's not fifty pence but it'll do, haha.