August 01, 2010
July 17, 2010
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blame my late June mental exhaustion, something from which I had recovered only to be knocked out by this (motherfucking) hot weather, blame said (motherfucking) hot weather, but during the first half of July I've seldom gone out. not going out means not seeing people, and not seeing people means thinking a lot. and thinking a lot means that it's been a month since he's away and I'm starting to miss him.
it's not that I won't hear from him until he's back. we write to each other; mostly stupid things, what he's doing over there, and being argumentative as hell I write those long emails you have to take some time off and a cup of coffee to read them.
I'm starting to miss him. I didn't, I don't need to see him everyday: I just miss him being here.
moreover, we live rather close to each other, and in order to go downtown (and back) I have to pass in front of his house; the times I glance on my right/left are more than the times I don't.
I miss his casualness, I miss his snarky comments about everything.
and yes, I miss his touch.
I'm not in love, though.
I need new books to read.
also, the heat is seriously killing me. the fact that I'm in full-on PMS may be helping too.
x
it's not that I won't hear from him until he's back. we write to each other; mostly stupid things, what he's doing over there, and being argumentative as hell I write those long emails you have to take some time off and a cup of coffee to read them.
I'm starting to miss him. I didn't, I don't need to see him everyday: I just miss him being here.
moreover, we live rather close to each other, and in order to go downtown (and back) I have to pass in front of his house; the times I glance on my right/left are more than the times I don't.
I miss his casualness, I miss his snarky comments about everything.
and yes, I miss his touch.
I'm not in love, though.
I need new books to read.
also, the heat is seriously killing me. the fact that I'm in full-on PMS may be helping too.
x
June 25, 2010
June 18, 2010
my life, so dull
lately, my life is consisting only of uni libraries, world cup and stupid facebook games. I wake up at 8am and I'm ready to go to bed right after the evening match (speaking about matches, ummm england? what's up with you guys tonight?). good thing that I took half a day off today, I was feeling increasingly sick and didn't realise that I was stressed beyond measure. tomorrow will be off too, as I'm gonna spend it looking for presents in the morning and attending parties in the evening.
I'm not 100% yet, and the weather forecast seems particularly grim, but I hope I'll have fun nonetheless.
moreover, somebody left some days ago to spend the summer at the other end of the fucking world, and there's nothing between us except a mere physical attraction, and I'm happy that he's doing this and all of that, but I kinda wish he'd write me a couple of lines just to tell me that he's alive and well. I'm an old mum, you know.
and I kinda think that I kinda miss him a bit. but this may be born out of the fact that until he left I had been seeing him for six or seven days in a row.
so, not really.
I'm not 100% yet, and the weather forecast seems particularly grim, but I hope I'll have fun nonetheless.
moreover, somebody left some days ago to spend the summer at the other end of the fucking world, and there's nothing between us except a mere physical attraction, and I'm happy that he's doing this and all of that, but I kinda wish he'd write me a couple of lines just to tell me that he's alive and well. I'm an old mum, you know.
and I kinda think that I kinda miss him a bit. but this may be born out of the fact that until he left I had been seeing him for six or seven days in a row.
so, not really.
May 19, 2010
May 10, 2010
oohh là là
methinks I should be updating this thing.
so, um. what can I say?
things happened last month. good things, bad things, but mostly good. we've been to FRANCE, for heaven's sake, of course it was mostly good things!
we did three dates in France in late April. Montpellier on the 28th, Nice on the 29th, Montpellier again on the 30th (don't ask, or, well, we should've been doing Marseille on the 28th, but it got canceled and the promoter gave us the number of someone else who ended up being from the Montpellier area. so we thought, fuck it, and said yes. turned out it was the best out of the three)
the first two days in Montpellier were amazing. we stayed at Fred's (the guy I was talking about in the last brackets) in a country house in Camargue, surrounded by dogs, cats, white horses and peacocks (and, um, mosquitoes the size of helicopters), ate well, drank as motherfuckers - me at least - and had a damn good time. the weather was also very good, so waking up mid morning and having a coffee out in the sun was top. we all got sunburnt, ha!
Montpellier is so rock'n'roll. there's restricted access for the city centre, and there are lots and lots of small ethnic restaurants, bars, bistrots (I suspect the last two are synonyms). and Tarek makes the best indian kebabs around.
Nice was meh. chaotic and clean, but meh. the buildings were so neat they looked almost fake. we slept in a place which looked like it came straight from Trainspotting: two rooms, the smallest bathroom I have ever seen, a fridge which had surely seen better times, mattresses on the floor and not much else. still nice, though (pun not intended). when we went back to Montpellier we slept at the bartender's house.
the gigs, well. there wasn't much public. AT ALL. I think in Nice there were like 10 people, in Montpellier just a little more.
in Nice and on the second Montpellier date, we played with Rosemary, a grunge three piece from Chambery; I'm not into grunge very much but they were very nice guys, even if the bass player didn't speak a word of English and I had problems asking him even the smallest of things (he was sharing his bass amp). and, hey, if it weren't for them we wouldn't have gone to France, so for the umpteenth time thank you Thomas!
came back on the 1st of May, then two days ago we had another concert here (wedidnewnoiseomgwefuckingdidit), and now, songwriting time!
in other news, after a couple of days from my last post I did a small and stupid incident with my car (not my fault), and got it back today at lunch time. I missed my darling, I really did.
x
so, um. what can I say?
things happened last month. good things, bad things, but mostly good. we've been to FRANCE, for heaven's sake, of course it was mostly good things!
we did three dates in France in late April. Montpellier on the 28th, Nice on the 29th, Montpellier again on the 30th (don't ask, or, well, we should've been doing Marseille on the 28th, but it got canceled and the promoter gave us the number of someone else who ended up being from the Montpellier area. so we thought, fuck it, and said yes. turned out it was the best out of the three)
the first two days in Montpellier were amazing. we stayed at Fred's (the guy I was talking about in the last brackets) in a country house in Camargue, surrounded by dogs, cats, white horses and peacocks (and, um, mosquitoes the size of helicopters), ate well, drank as motherfuckers - me at least - and had a damn good time. the weather was also very good, so waking up mid morning and having a coffee out in the sun was top. we all got sunburnt, ha!
Montpellier is so rock'n'roll. there's restricted access for the city centre, and there are lots and lots of small ethnic restaurants, bars, bistrots (I suspect the last two are synonyms). and Tarek makes the best indian kebabs around.
Nice was meh. chaotic and clean, but meh. the buildings were so neat they looked almost fake. we slept in a place which looked like it came straight from Trainspotting: two rooms, the smallest bathroom I have ever seen, a fridge which had surely seen better times, mattresses on the floor and not much else. still nice, though (pun not intended). when we went back to Montpellier we slept at the bartender's house.
the gigs, well. there wasn't much public. AT ALL. I think in Nice there were like 10 people, in Montpellier just a little more.
in Nice and on the second Montpellier date, we played with Rosemary, a grunge three piece from Chambery; I'm not into grunge very much but they were very nice guys, even if the bass player didn't speak a word of English and I had problems asking him even the smallest of things (he was sharing his bass amp). and, hey, if it weren't for them we wouldn't have gone to France, so for the umpteenth time thank you Thomas!
came back on the 1st of May, then two days ago we had another concert here (wedidnewnoiseomgwefuckingdidit), and now, songwriting time!
in other news, after a couple of days from my last post I did a small and stupid incident with my car (not my fault), and got it back today at lunch time. I missed my darling, I really did.
x
April 04, 2010
Blogging from my phone - from my BED actually. I'm snuggled under the duvet, one eye closed, listening to a dog that apparently doesn't want to shut up. And to the church bells too: it's midnight and it's Easter after all.
Happy Easter, by the way.
I've been quite in the mood this year, colouring eggs and thinking about Easter menus and squealing like a five years old for my shiny Hello Kitty chocolate egg.
I've also spent time thinking about renovation and good propositions; hopefully I will shake myself from this..this ALIENATION I've been feeling for the past month.
Fingers crossed. And goodnight. xo
Happy Easter, by the way.
I've been quite in the mood this year, colouring eggs and thinking about Easter menus and squealing like a five years old for my shiny Hello Kitty chocolate egg.
I've also spent time thinking about renovation and good propositions; hopefully I will shake myself from this..this ALIENATION I've been feeling for the past month.
Fingers crossed. And goodnight. xo
April 01, 2010
skydiving
The Libs are back together - for a festival, but better than nothing hmm?
I was thinking, my two favourite bands got back together (Blur last year, The Libertines this year), AND I've missed/I'm going to miss them BOTH!
it would be funny, except that it's not.
but reading about impromptu gigs and new music and Carl&Peter and seeing photos and, man - I'm back to 2004. in fact, I'm gonna check .org out, like, now.
in other news, well. I'm falling down, and hopefully my parachute won't break.
I was thinking, my two favourite bands got back together (Blur last year, The Libertines this year), AND I've missed/I'm going to miss them BOTH!
it would be funny, except that it's not.
but reading about impromptu gigs and new music and Carl&Peter and seeing photos and, man - I'm back to 2004. in fact, I'm gonna check .org out, like, now.
in other news, well. I'm falling down, and hopefully my parachute won't break.
March 06, 2010
low
hm.
hair's still half orange. the other half is pale enough for the toner, but I don't know what to do. I'll sleep on it, and tomorrow my thoughts will surely be clearer. right now, I've lost my appetite, I still have to shower and I'm supposed to dj in a couple of hours.
hair's still half orange. the other half is pale enough for the toner, but I don't know what to do. I'll sleep on it, and tomorrow my thoughts will surely be clearer. right now, I've lost my appetite, I still have to shower and I'm supposed to dj in a couple of hours.
March 04, 2010
just sleep
going to bed in a short while, even if today was quite relaxed as a day, I'm yawning nonstop.
the past days have been relatively uneventful. or, to put it better, some things happened, but I don't want to talk about them on the internet.
things change, don't they? once upon a time, there was this thing called weblog where you could put your heart on your sleeve and talk about your most personal stuff. it was all about what you were, now it's all about what you do. music blogs, fashion blogs, diy blogs, vintage blogs.. photography blogs.
social networks have indeed killed the 'old' blogs.
and we are growing up.
operation blondie is still going strong. my hair is currently a nice shade of banana yellow and apricot orange, hopefully tomorrow the orange will be bleached out and I'll finally be able to put on the toner. fingers crossed for the toner to work by the way, I was torn between two shades of pale cool blonde but I thought that, for the first toning, I'd have less trouble with something more ashy and less violet-y (what if I leave it on too long? lavender hair big fest).. even though I'm sort of regretting it now because the shade I didn't buy looks really, really white. and I eventually want white hair.
well, wish me luck.
the past days have been relatively uneventful. or, to put it better, some things happened, but I don't want to talk about them on the internet.
things change, don't they? once upon a time, there was this thing called weblog where you could put your heart on your sleeve and talk about your most personal stuff. it was all about what you were, now it's all about what you do. music blogs, fashion blogs, diy blogs, vintage blogs.. photography blogs.
social networks have indeed killed the 'old' blogs.
and we are growing up.
operation blondie is still going strong. my hair is currently a nice shade of banana yellow and apricot orange, hopefully tomorrow the orange will be bleached out and I'll finally be able to put on the toner. fingers crossed for the toner to work by the way, I was torn between two shades of pale cool blonde but I thought that, for the first toning, I'd have less trouble with something more ashy and less violet-y (what if I leave it on too long? lavender hair big fest).. even though I'm sort of regretting it now because the shade I didn't buy looks really, really white. and I eventually want white hair.
well, wish me luck.
February 21, 2010
February 18, 2010
my heart stops -
- then starts again.
my mind is so full I can barely think straight. we're playing tomorrow, an all-day (well, afternoon, but it goes on well past bedtime) event organised in memory of a boy from 'round here who died two years ago in a car accident. his parents and bandmates set up a no-profit organisation to promote music among the local teenagers, with rehearsal spaces, small festivals, sound engineering courses, and so on. we'll be on at 6.30-ish I think, playing just a couple of songs but playing, nevertheless. and its gonna be great. YIS!
last year I spun records with my Your Place Or Mine? mate (and Trabant guitarist, and all-around awesome man) Alain The Lone after the show, and if on a personal level it was great to be a part of it , on a professional level it was a total disaster... before us there was some guy playing Moby-style ambient music and quite predictably when we came on there was almost no one left.
still, it was fun. even if my deck kept looping all the time.
dundundun what else? I'm slowly stripping the black/dark brown out of my hair, last week I went into bleaching #1 and my hair is currently a nice shade of orange. I look a bit like Hayley Williams ,(even more now that she has cut her hair), only older and with herpes. tomorrow it's time for bleaching #2, but I suspect I'll need also bleaching #3. I'm doing it with box dyes, because I'm a pansy and I was scared of damaging my hair with bad mixes of powders & developers, next time I swear I'll buy da real thing, yo.
and on another note, last week I have pulled an inter-chondral muscle or whatever, and it fucking HURTS. can't laugh/cough/sneeze without doubling over from the pain. I'm living off Fastum Gel these days, and it's not funny.
x
my mind is so full I can barely think straight. we're playing tomorrow, an all-day (well, afternoon, but it goes on well past bedtime) event organised in memory of a boy from 'round here who died two years ago in a car accident. his parents and bandmates set up a no-profit organisation to promote music among the local teenagers, with rehearsal spaces, small festivals, sound engineering courses, and so on. we'll be on at 6.30-ish I think, playing just a couple of songs but playing, nevertheless. and its gonna be great. YIS!
last year I spun records with my Your Place Or Mine? mate (and Trabant guitarist, and all-around awesome man) Alain The Lone after the show, and if on a personal level it was great to be a part of it , on a professional level it was a total disaster... before us there was some guy playing Moby-style ambient music and quite predictably when we came on there was almost no one left.
still, it was fun. even if my deck kept looping all the time.
dundundun what else? I'm slowly stripping the black/dark brown out of my hair, last week I went into bleaching #1 and my hair is currently a nice shade of orange. I look a bit like Hayley Williams ,(even more now that she has cut her hair), only older and with herpes. tomorrow it's time for bleaching #2, but I suspect I'll need also bleaching #3. I'm doing it with box dyes, because I'm a pansy and I was scared of damaging my hair with bad mixes of powders & developers, next time I swear I'll buy da real thing, yo.
and on another note, last week I have pulled an inter-chondral muscle or whatever, and it fucking HURTS. can't laugh/cough/sneeze without doubling over from the pain. I'm living off Fastum Gel these days, and it's not funny.
x
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