Enter Shikari Rant Post

Okay so I don't even know if I mentioned this here, but Carl went and got us both tickets for the gig when they went on sale in like, July or something, and the gig itself was on tuesday. I was looking forward to it quite a bit (come on, it's Shikari!) and even though I felt like shit at sixth form that day, I hurried home, changed my clothes and jumped on the metro to queue asap.

It was pissing down. When we got there Caitlin and the other few that had been there since about four had been let in for the soundcheck. I was wearing a t-shirt and my grey hoody and Carl was in a white t-shirt. Cold. The guy infront of us was a bit of a twat, which didn't help our morale.. big stupid vans hat cap on, really skinny ripped jeans and all black vans on his feet, one of those twats that brees and dances like they've shit themselves. He kept threatening violence on anyone and everyone: the kids that were spraypainting their hair blue and putting neon paint on their noses just behind us (who admittedly looked ridiculous, but come on), some charvs that were eyeing the queue nervously, some emo guy that looked at him wrongly.. you get the picture. "If I find him inside I'll literally kill him." Lovely!

It got to about half past five and Carl left, citing being freezing and suicidal from the cold, and that he'd be back later. So I started chatting to Katy who I had bumped into, whilst huddling under her umbrella, and some other kids I'd never met (Amy is one name I remember.. and Rachel?) about all sorts, mostly the cold. I was also texting Caitlin who was back outside, a little further up.

It was at this point that I noticed how hungry I was, so me and Katy climbed over the barrier thingy (thank you to that birthday lass and Amy for keeping our spaces) and ran over to Burger King. Some charv bloke inside spotted Katy, said she was lovely looking, enquired about the "concert fing across the road" and asked her if I was "her lad." ¬_¬ To which we responded "no" (me) and "yes" (her) at the same time. He then went "eh, yes or no?! eeee fuck, are you a lass? Sorry like, it's cause ya hood's up man, bless ya. Propa girly voice like!" I then clicked that Katy was frankly terrified of him, so I said, "Sorry, it's just.. don't like telling many people. We're together, yeah." And he went "arrr, lucky lass you are! You dykes then?" How original. He proceeded to tell Katy he had £400, and that he'd pay them both into Enter Shikari, take her for a meal, to the pictures, and generally spend it all on her. This confused us to fuck ("why was he hitting on me when he thinks we're together?!") but it entertained us.

We went back into the queue, only to be told five minutes later that O2 customers could get into the priority queue with two friends. So I took Katy, and Amy who latched onto me and begged. Much cheering and "eee fuckin hell" ing ensued.

Nothing much else happened apart from singing a few Paramore songs and getting told I'm a "lucky fuckin' bitch!" for getting tickets to see them in Manchester (I know I am). So yeah, the doors opened at seven, we ran in, and got right in the middle on the barrier.

First act: I knew it was Rou under there!

True Tiger, haha. They were class, really got the crowd going! They set a fantastic atmosphere, everyone was bopping along quite contentedly.

This bloke was mint, he kept going absolute crazy on stage, and threw his dress into the crowd at the end of the set ;D

Second act were Devil Wears Prada, who I knew a lot of kids were excited to see. I'm not a fan myself, but they definately knew how to put on a good show and instead of being bored and impatient for Shikari, I really enjoyed it! Plus, the drummer was epic to watch and he was kind of cute. Wanted to just hug him, awww.

Scream into my camera for me yeahh?! Thank youu!

After they went off, you could feel how excited everyone was, it seemed to take bloody ages though. I liked watching the crew do their stuff, they were all wearing matching green ES polo shirts ;D they seemed to have a great laugh, enjoying what they were doing.

My favourite moment of ES's set, aside from Rory's antics (crowd surfing to the bar, having to stop playing Sorry You're Not a Winner like three times because he was in the crowd..etc ;D):

HIYA CHRIS ILY

He was in and out of the crowd like six times or something ;D he snapped off his ear monitor at one point, too! I loved his dancing.

For now, here's the video I took of Mothership; the others are uploading on youtube atm and obviously it'll take a while, but I'll put those up later!

Rob a Bank, Anyone?

This was taken yesterday. (Thanks to Bekka for it!) Jenni was really hungry at lunch but she couldn't be arsed to go get anything, so she stole this red pepper from Georgia (who was going to use it to make spanish omelette, btw!) and started eating it. (I had a bit. I like it raw, shut up). Anyway, eventually we ended up dressing it up in Marni's ipod hoody.. and then smashing it all over the table with a book. Mundane, but entertaining. Oh, the life of a sixth former with not a lot to do.

Today was fairly rubbish on the productivity scale, apart from the below list. I didn't achieve anything I planned to except perfecting Ignorance on my drumkit. I need to sort this ICT work! There's such a lot to do. Stressful. I do like it, but the first couple of tasks were so mind-numbingly boring that it's sapped me off all motivation. I stare blankly at my laptop screen, my brain feeling like lead. It's not good.

However, we (as in, Block One Massive, as most people so affectionately call it) had a discussion about France and money and how on earth we're going to afford it. I came up with a scheme in my planner to start earning/saving money. I realised at the way I'm going I'm going to have like, zero spending money. And there's Christmas to worry about, too.

• Set up an ebay account, and sell stuff!
• Start advertising on blog. (Sorry guys. It won't be much space. Everytime you click I get money?)
• Start putting £10 of my weekly earnings aside.
• Get savings off Grandma.
• Less sandwich shop trips.
• Stop looking at the topman website. Just stop. Stop buying clothes. (C/O Helen!)
• Sort out my EMA. (£10 a week is £10 a week, right? It adds up).
• £100 EMA Christmas bonus. Keep it.
• Put aside some Christmas money.
• Take on some extra hours at work, when I can.
• Cut down on nights out! They're expensive and I only get a headache the next day.
• Top up mobile phone less. Twitter is not essential at school.

I did my maths (however bad I am at it) and estimated where all of this would get me. Hopefully I'm covered for paying for the trip and spending money :) Good times. Now for the discipline to actually carry this all out.
 
On my way home from school I walked past a woman who was taking her small children home. I recognised the uniform (Richardson Dees Primary, oh yes). I was just walking quietly along when I heard her say "aye well you're thick as pig shite aren't you, you stupid little cunt," at her frankly adorable little boy. He had blonde hair and huge, chocolate brown eyes, and one of those little mischevious grins. I was struck by how cute he was, but obviously more by how his mother spoke to him; he couldn't have been more than four. How much self belief is he going to have in later life? How much self-worth? He'll be swearing like a trooper no problem soon, if he doesn't already. I know I don't know these people and I doubt I ever will.. but really? It kind of scares me. He'll have to grow up someday. With that sort of childhood probably not to be a nice person, either. It's saddening. I'd like to think the people that'll be in my shoes in ten, fifteen years time are going to be respectful, honest, broad-minded kids, that want to change the world, even a little bit. I know I do.

Then again, the world is never going to be perfect, either.

Wow, went all philosophical on you guys there! Have an epic Paramore image:

Go Jerm! (Yes, Jerm. HAYLUD AND JERM). I love that shirt.

Signing off. xo.

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Okay So.

I did say I was going to post about today with pictures and stuff, but life got in the way and made this plan fail. However, I will post tomorrow because the booklet we got in English Lang was hilarious. Bekka will appreciate this.

I have a lot of ICT to do this week. It's kind of annoying because how indepth can you really go talking about logos and letterheads and "the impact it has on customers"? I'm just looking forward to actually designing my own. I like doing stuff like that. I don't mind my English work so much though. I enjoy that subject an insane amount, I'm so happy to be studying it again. My mam wants me to post up the Charlie Brooker (if you don't know who he is, he writes a very funny, wonderfully sarcastic, indulgently cynical article in The Guardian newspaper once a week. He also wrote Dead Set. Y'know, Big Brother with the zombies and the blood and the smashing in of heads with fire extinguishers ♥) style article I wrote, she thinks it's great. I don't know. Maybe I will, maybe I won't. I'll see what Shakers (Mr. Richardson, what a legend!) says about it on Thursday.

Tomorrow night I'm helping out at Burnside. It's the open evening for the Year Six kids where they get to come and run around and see how amazing (read: decidedly average) the place is. It should be fun, there's a bunch of other sixth formers helping out, guaranteed giggles. :)

I would also just like to point out that I had a bloody fantastic weekend!

Saturday + Krash + Lots of people + Unexpected companions = wonderfully affectionate drunken contentedness.

Anyway, over the next hour or so I am going to:

1. Do the dishes.
2. Shower.
3. Tidy up my room (just a tad, because it's pretty tidy already minus the clothes on the floor)
4. Change my bed
5. Listen to Paramore whilst doing all of the above
6. Sleep. I'm really tired today!

I bid thee goodnight!

Skins 4 Footage! (SPOILERS, CLEARLY).

OMG. It all looks so pretty and teenage dramaish and I love that song. NAOMILY CUTE SQUEE! :) I love them. Naomi got even more attractive. I'm not sure if this is a good thing.. phwoar.

Cook dancing with Emily was all at once endearing and worrying - he looks pleased with himself. DOES NOT WANT NAOMILY ANGST PLZ. If he interferes with them he will wreck all this fondness I have for him. I thought he was a prick (well, he is, really) but he's lovely underneath it all! DO NOT WRECK.

Freddie hasn't changed his crap facial expressions, I see. And Effy was actually smiling whilst actually looking completely sober. WTFISTHATALLABOUTPLZ?!

And I'm worried about Thomas. What was all that about with the carrying of children and emo staring? :( He and Panda look distant, too.

I'm too excited, I want it to air right now, please.

I'm also going to post later, about today, because some of it was funny.

Formspring, Other Stuff

Yes, just the one ;)

Hmm, there's been a few things. On my 18th birthday this year I got my drumkit, which I adore and play constantly. Also, Christmas '07 Carl got me Adam Ant's autobiography. It's so well-thumbed the pages are falling out. I took it to Zante last summer with me and they all blew out in the wind! I got them back though :D

In other news, I'm really excited because I get to go on holiday in April with my favourite person in the world. I just thought I'd get that down here because I needed to before I combust. Today has been rubbish and boring but now I'm all happy and grinning like a twat.

During a discussion in the study room today I got the idea of doing a videoblog. I know a few people who do one occasionally and it looks like fun! Actually.. give me a topic to talk about, leave it in the comments, or formspring it, or tell me to my face!

x

Just a Note.

I googled "fecund". Seeing as it's not a word used regularly in every day language, I had no idea what it means...

YOUBEINGFUCKIN'SRS?!

Such a charmer. Oh fucking no. I mean, really. The fact you think I look like someone who is going to burst forth with a million offspring is supposed to be a compliment?! Excuse me while I swoon into your creepy goff (male) arms.

I did notice, though, this bit:

intellectually productive; "a prolific writer"; "a fecund imagination" - That's much better. Kudos to the creepy stalker. It better have been in this fucking context. CREEPY STALKER bastard.

The more I think about this, the more I think it's some sort of pisstake.

I'm hoping that, anyway.

:| What the fuck.

I am so freaked out right now.

Erm.