Play It Again...token black guy who has rythm

Before you start...I know I spelt rythm wrong. Spell check failed me!!!

Anyways...

I've always been a sucker for old hollywood musicals. An American In Paris, Singing in the Rain, Les Girls, Gigi etc etc.
The ability to just burst into song and dance at will always facsinated me. So, in my insomniac state, I'm revisiting my old faves and realising that they're far sexier and daring than I originally gave them credit for. Anyone that laughs off musicals as fluffy little affairs should look between the adverbs and dance routines. They make Tarentino and Soderburgh look like wussies. In fact, there is a film still somewhere on the net showing Fred Astaire doing the rock 'n roll bull horn hand signal so synonymous with punks these days in the 1954 musical Band Wagon. I kid thee not. I can't find th epic, but get the DVD and pause during any of his dance routines and look at his huge hands....

Fred Astaire was the original punk rocker!!

One Rottweiler, please...

I'm a pretty together person, mentally speaking.

Sure I have my bad days when I think I'm so lost and alone and that if a giant black hole opened up in front of me I wouldn't hesitate jumping into it.

But I generally am a pretty healthy person - mentally.

I know there isn't an international organisation spying on my every move just in case I crack the conspiracy around, well, everything.
I know where I am, and who I am.
And I keep my answers to the voices in my head pretty quiet.

And I don't suffer from panic attacks.

Well, not conciously anyway.

Until recently.

After the second attempt to break in to my room, I have not been able to sleep deeper than a light, weary doze. Every sound wakes me up. Every scrape on the pavement gets my heart racing. Every time I close my eyes, I think someone is going to get in and hurt me.

About two nights ago, I had the umpteenth sensation of absolute paralysis. My limbs were leaden, I couldn't move or speak. And I knew there was someone in the room with me. The fucker even had the audacity to speak in a corny 'bad guy' voice.
When I was able to force myself awake, I found that my window was tightly bolted and nothing was disturbed (apart from my mental state).

Now I dread going to bed. And irony of all, is I'm exhausted. I WANT to sleep, but can't. The paralysis I've had before, but the voice was new. And that freaked me out more than anything!

So I'm back to the whole flat hunting thing.
Shoot me now...

Read and Learn!!!

reposted with the kind permission of minimcr.

Where's the tow truck?

I'll be the first one to admit it -
I am wrecked.
I am tangled up and torn
On the shards of the love you gave
The thing I threw against the wall
Sadistically loving the sound
the cracking and the smashing.

Going in every which way
at exactly the same time
My mind is never where it should be.
My heart doesn't even factor into the equation.
You do the math.

Nothing you do will get through
The gates locked and barred.
I reflect nothing, absorb everything.
Hate me. Please hate me.
I'm loathed dry.

Honey, This Mirror Isn't Big Enough For The Both of Us

I've recently discovered that certain people have been reading my little mental expose, who shouldn't, as I've written some really bad things.

I don't make any excuses for what I put down here.

This is the place where I rant. I spew the thoughts swirling around in my head, ever expanding until it feels like my head is going to explode. And if there are some injuries sustained in the crossfire, then get off the page!

Thank you for reading.

Cover Me In Gasoline. (Cos I'm gonna burn anyway)

Some people wouldn't know a good thing if it bitch-slapped them across the face.

I'm not one of those people. I can see a good thing a mile away.
My good thing spoils me rotten.
My good thing is great.

Except for that little problem we have everytime I'm feeling a little too cosy.
Yep.
My good thing ain't so great then.

Could this explain why I'm really starting to dig my good thing's colleague, who is not only good looking, but single too?
Did I mention there was an irish accent involved?

So my guilty concious has me up at 3:45am typing this instead of staying in bed where its warm and cosy. Well, cosy to the point of claustrophobia.

I'm so gonna burn in hell for this.

Good thing I like the heat.

Schengen...no?

Ok, so, the accountant? the one whose bed reputation is, well, less than reputable, has asked me on a long weekend in Europe!!

The question remains...who is Bridget Jones? Me?, or Accounting boy???

Switzerland is looking good...

for references, watch Bridget Jones: Edge of Reason...

HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!!

Blocked In

Last night I did something I have never done before - I stormed out of my shift.
Granted, it was 4am, technically the end of my shift, I had no painkillers to numb my throbbing arm and I was told that the men I was working with believed I wasn't pulling my weight at work.

I have two words for those fuckers: FUCK OFF

Do I need to breakdown exactly why I cannot change kegs (aside from my keg room ban), or carry boxes of wine bottles, or pick up trays of glasses???
Do I? Honestly?
Please direct your attention to exhibit A - My right wrist. Currently still in its fibreglass casing. And thanks to you, insisting I do more than my fair share, set my healing process back by two weeks.

And now you're bitching about me not pulling my weight?

So I left at 4am. Leaving them to clean up the debris of a Saturday night club by themselves. Besides, I was in charge of the cloakroom all night.
Batman even bought me a few beers.

I have, however, registered with Office Angels and hopefully, with christmas coming on, there will be a lot of temp positions for me to fill that won't require me lifting anything heavier than a telephone.

So due to my awful week having to deal not only with ignorant co workers, but also every idiot to walk through the pub doors. I'm sick of the human race and have instead, barricaded myself inside my room for the next few days to work on my blogs and story in peace.

Nothing better than being cosy with my laptop and Billie Holiday.

Empty Fridge

How do you know you work too much?

You wake up one day to find your fridge empty.
I haven't had a full day off in weeks and this morning I woke up craving some yoghurt only to find my fridge void of anything edible. It's pointless going shopping as I have to be at work in a few hours anyway.

And I have soooo many other things to do. Better things to do.

Totally messed up my broken wrist the other night, so after two weeks of drug free living, i'm back on teh painkillers. The strong ones.
This fucks me up, so I get asked if i'm high by customers.
No. I'm in pain.

At least I have Sunday off.

Karma - You Bitch!!!

I am a bad person.

I have to be.

There is no other reason for the shit that happens to me.

Tonight I lost my cellphone - the T-mobile one.
And I think I know exactly where and when I lost it. Only, I was too Jo'burg to pay attention to the guy who was trying to tell me I lost it.

This is payback for ditching the GI and his mate at the club. But in my defense - it got very wierd between the two of them and me. I ducked the moment i could, got a burger, called my mate and hauled ass home.

No wonder I lost it.

Now comes the please explain part to the cellphone shop. FUCK!!!! I have work at 11am. its currently 3:30am. I'm so screwed!!!

MCR, Fall Out Boy and Linkin Park for MTV Awards

From the Kerrang! site.My three fave bands to battle it out with one of the biggest joke of an award ceremony ever.

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BAD AUSSIE !!

Mothers and Jobs

I've thought for the longest time that my mother is uber cool.

Recently, namely the last 48hrs, i've realise that she is, in fact, embarassing. In that loud, obnoxnious way that i get after a few.

So I took her with to a concert I bought tickets for way before she decide to come visit.

We then go to my pub for Vote Pedro.
She LOUDLY mentions that my boss is a hotty (which he is, but as if he needs to know it!!!????)
We then finally get on a bus home - she needs chocolate. We get chocolate.
She's now passed out on my bed.
I[m too tired to sleep, yet i know this weekend is going to be tough. My god - another 15 days of this???

Got a blush out of her about the vibrators on display at Selfridges...
hehehehehehehehehehe.

OCD ADD

Due to my sucker-for-punishment gene, I kindly obliged my boss on Monday night to stay on a few hours as Dave, one of the barmen couldn't come in. Ok, so he promised me £20 as well. I still need to see it - by the way. I was suppose to finish at 9. I finished after 12.
Let's recall that I only have one functioning arm.
I can't open a bottle of wine, carry heavy loads or flair bottles (not that I can normally, but it does sound cool)
So tonight, I had to work until close. I was fed up by 5pm already. So I suckered the asistant manager to let me go early -10pm.
I SHOULD be cleaning my room.
I'm watching the MCR concert from Projekt Revolution.
I SHOULD be writing cd reviews for my other website.
I posted a movie trailer instead.

I also realised, in a eureka moment spurned on by my slight red wine haze, that after trawling numerous websites and other emo related things, that DEPRESSION is not alqays the miserable child in the corner wearing black. Oh No!
In fact, depression is most commonly hidden by this little fucker:


So be warned..its the smiley fucking happy people of the world that are the most depressed.

Echo Falls California Blend

I've realised that there is a lot wrong with my world.

Firstly, I may work 100hrs a week, but nonr of them seems productive. If I could spend as many hours behind my laptop as I do behind my bar, I'd be infamous!!!!

My hormones are back to normal this week, but the drama keeps coming...

Nats had 2 siezurs on Thursday night. Guess who spent the night in A&R with her..,yep, me. I had an hour's sleep before heading to work. Luckily Lou gave me her couch for another hour..so I had 2 hours of sleep to my name. For a Friday night. The one that has every chav from zone 6 decide to drop in and ask for Malibu. I really need my stupid people shirt!!!

Saturday saw me sleeping late then going to work from 9-4am...only to land cloak room duty, which isn't too bad, unless you have a book. I didn't - was bored stupid!!!!

Sunday ha dme back at work for a private function - full of stupid people once again, asking for Archers and lemonade. Dude, we didn;t have it the first time you asked!!!! Take a hint!!!

Now I'm home - 1am. Trying to get a gig together for next Tuesday, AS WELL AS do the well overdue cd reviews for WickedRock. BLEH!

My mom arrives in 4 sleepies, or in my time - a few hours - so i'm freaking out!! Have so much to do!! Apparently my dad sent some money for my birthday so if it's enough, I'm gonna use it for a tattoo!

Fucking A.

In the words of Motion City Soundtrack - I'm too tired to go to sleep, tonight/And I'm too tired to follow dreams tonight.

Love that band!!!

Padded Cell Time

I swear I need to be locked up. If just for the safety of my customers today.

I have woken up in the foulest mood ever!!!! And its only 7am.
One half of me just wants to go back to bed and hide under the covers with a bag of snack sized mars bars.
The other half of me wants to rip the man in my bed to shreds for just being here, wants to OD on painkillers cos my wrist is killing me, my head still hurts, my throat is still raw and now I wake up with a fucking cold sore on my lip.

THANKS!

I don't need PMS this week. Or for the rest of my life. I'm pretty insane without it. But now, I'm just a mess. A hormonal ticking time bomb that will, despite being injured and sick, take out the first fucker who orders anything more complicated than a pint of beer. Pity the fate of the idiiot who asks for a single gin and tonic with only two blocks of ice, three wedges of lime and fat free tonic water.
Today, ladies and gents, you drink it the way I pour it.
Or go somewhere else.
And if you ask me for coffee....duck and run is my best piece of advice to you as I will probably throw the coffee machine at you instead of a mere latte.

BLEH!

Today, I hate the world and everyone in it. If I was near a red button attached to an atomic bomb, the world would end by lunchtime.

Good thing I'm not. I guess.
Now pass the fucking mars bars and leave me the fuck alone!!!!

I'm ready for Jackass

A quick update on the injuries...

1 Black eye (left) swollen closed due to large bump on forehead.
1 hairlIne fracture of the right wrist. Large bulky cast in place...makes doing anything a mission.
1 large purple bruise on right leg.
multiple bruises on left leg.

aching all over.

Thankful for Neurofen enhanced with codiene.

My mother is going to kill me.

whats my age again???

I'm 23. Right? Right?

Well, if I'm 23, why the hell am I waking up with a blue eye and sprained wrist? And dodgy recall from the night before?

thing is, I had planned to go to Underworld with a mate of mine. He let me down - again. Was really looking forward to it, so I proceeded to stand at teh end of the bar after my shift and neck three double Sailor Jerry's, along with some codiened Neurofen for my aching back.

This will come back to haunt me.

My mate Laura finished work at 10 and decided to take me out instead. We went to the Worlds End, where I made friends with some S'Affas and a few other guys, flirted wildly, drank more, blagged my way into the club downstairs for free and partied like there was no tomorrow.

I also stepped wrong, fell off the small platform and landed on my head. That explains the bump on my forhead and the blue eye. I think I landed on my wrist cos it hurts like hell!!! I'm battling to type here!!!

Got home in one piece, but now I need to go get a wrist support thingy before work tonight.

I think I'll go again next time I'm off!!! It was awesome.

Just need to make sure Eve the big ass nigerian bouncer isn't working. I think we got engaged...

Ghosts....

So I'm on facebook and one of my "friends" puts a video on my wall. So I watch it and KAK myself!
Its a video showing a ghost appear. Its either really good amateur or that ghost was seriously pissed off.
But I still had a right old chill run right through me!!! Now I can't sleep.

Great.

Its 2:30am. I only have to be at work at 6pm, but I worked a doubel shift today, am exhausted, and I want to get up early to go for a job interview.

Guess I'll be staying up to watch old Angel episodes.

Dammit! I'm such a fucking wuss. Maybe because I know that ghosts exist. I just hate the being surprised when actually appear part. And can't they do something about resembling the rotting corpse thing? Really. A little respect towards thier appearance will make this whole interplane relationship go down a lot more smoothly. If ghosts want us to see and interact with them, appearing out of nowhere at night in the dark will NOT help thier cause.
It doesn't work for spiders. I'm not seeing any benefits for them either.

Fuck...Still spooked.

URGH!

Muse has left the building...

I am a fucker.

Its my day off today having worked 27 hours in three days. That is roughly about..half my weekend. I'm exhausted and have a pile of laundry to do (and with my slow washer will take the ENTIRE day) as well as a list of To Do that is a mile long.
So one thinks I'll get cracking on.
right?

WRONG!

The clothes are in the washer. I've paid my rent. I'm supposed to be meeting a friend for supper and then afterwards, meeting another friend for a gig.
Would much rather be staying on my couch watching old episodes of Angel and listening to music by punk bands with sentimental lyrics.

My week ahead is a blur of double shifts - Tuesday to Saturday. AND I need to get flat hunting for a new place before my mom comes over in three weeks AND I still need to save money for that AS WELL AS keep the new website updated and tweaked and cool and amazing and great and just simply rocking!

All these commitments and ties and responsibilities should be getting me down...but you know what? I kind of need it. I thrive under this type of pressure. Bring it on!
Just as soon as I've finished my Angel marathon.

Little Gold Bands

Ah Shit!
I was doing some link updates for wickedrock and came across a headline that made my little heart sink into my stomach...

Gerard Way of MCR got married on 3 Sept to a bassist called LinZ from the band Mindless Self Indulgence.

Nice birthday gift Gerard.
*has moment of pure and utter sadness*

Right. Now that that's over...moving on.

Had a FABULOUS birthday, thanks for asking. My facebook was full of messages wishing me well. It was good.
J spoilt me rotten!

We went to the London Dungeon where I was picked on by the Toture Chamber Guy. And no, he didn't know it was my special day. The whole place was rigged to be beyond creepy and I have to say, I was thoroughly creeped OUT!
After a delish lunch, we hit Tussauds where I hobnobbed with the rich and famous. Nealry got a date with Orlando Bloom too!

After Tussuads, we foudn another little pub and killed time until the show. yep, up in the nose bleed seats, I watched WICKED! What an awesome show!!! WOW! I wanna be on the west end now!

Anywho...

Ended the evening at the pub with a few more drinks. The world was a good and happy place.

Until...

This morning I was rudely awoken by some reprobate trying to break into my room. He had a crow bar and had forced the window open, fucking up the latch. Well, let's just say in my stupor I shouted at him to fuck off before falling out of bed to survey the damage. Jamie went back to sleep while I freaked out.
He made up for it by going out later and buying and installing new, better, stronger bolts onto my window.

I'm still going to move. Most definitely.

I have just finished reading this:



And as it turns out, I'm too old to be a scenester.

Fuck.

How am I going to explain my 17yr old antics now???

I turn a ripe old 23 next week. And while my peers are getting steady jobs, buying cars, having weddings and babies (not always in that order), I think I may have missed a memo somewhere as I'm still acting very much the kid I was in school.
Oh God!
I'm turning into the guys from that movie Old School. Right?

Its a double edged sword or a catch 22, depending on how you look at it. Am I being left behind, to spend my life chasing musicians and working crappy jobs all for a dream that is by most accounts unattainable?
Or am I the adventurer sailing into uncharted, albeit, well documented in movies, territory as the terminally single goofball/oddball aunt/friend who even at her decrepid age still throws her bra at the stage (not that I've ever done that, I think.)
Have the strangest feeling am turning into Goldie Horn's character in The Banger Sisters. The eternal groupie...BandAid.

Responsibility, bills, suburbia, domesticity, and other such things have me hitting the brakes and then furiously peddalling backwards. (and yes, I know pedalling is spelt wrong)

Is this normal?

But then again, who wants normal?

I revel in my abnormality. In my twisted relationships, my mediocore job, and my guilty pleasures. They are the things that make me the one person in my group of friends that apparently, according to facebook anyway, everyone likes about me.

I guess I'm just the better version of my 17yr old self.

Fucking A!

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A New BlogSpot has started up!!!

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Blankie Thief

I don't know about the rest of you, but I cannot share my bed. This recent revelation came to me at about 3am when, while the rest of the world was fast asleep, I was wide awake.
Not because I was surfing YouTube or writing my soon-to-be-pulitzer-prize-winning novel.

No.

It was because the guy I'm seeing is asleep next to me taking up most of my already small bed and on top of it, he's snoring.
And i'm feeling just a little claustraphobic.

Now, I'm usually the first one to want to cuddle, but sometimes a girl just wants to stretch out on the full extent of her not-quite-double-but-bigger-than-3/4 bed and snooze without the interruptions.

Not that I don't snore myself, but it's my room dammit and if that is an indication that I AM indeed sleeping, then leave me be! Its not everyday I sleep that deeply.

So yesterday I walk into Carphone Warehouse to get some airtime for my pay-as-you-go phone.
I walk out with a brand new phone and a contract.

I'm such a sucker!

But the phone is uber cool and free! And the contract costs less than what i'm spending now.

Still.

I'm a sucker.

Being this, I'm also working the most insane week of my life next week as over here Monday is a public holiday, which means everyone is either at the Carling Reading/Leeds fest, on the continent, or waiting in bated breath for the Notting Hill Carnival.

I'm going to neither. FUCK!

Instead, between shifts, birthday parties and juggling the men in my life, I'm going to be working on getting my new project off the ground. (and I'm not talking about project kidnap-Gerard-Way-for-a-weekend-in-the-Maldives project - that one's on hold until November)

Face it, We're all being tracked by the government.

A few months ago, at the persistance of one of my mates, I joined Facebook thinking i was going to go through another MySpace thing of wierdos tryin to chat you up and bands sending you thier crappy GarageBand made music.

However, since joining, skeletons from my closet have surfaced and found me.
A very good friend from primary school is living in my city, my neighbour from when we were toddlers found me and my sisters friends have searched me out.

I'm startin to feel a little violated instead of connected.
If anyone can track you down, then the government must be having a field day with all the info. who's in which country illegally? Who is datin who? Who was really responsible for the walls of the biology lab being painted in cow feaces? (not me)

I guess with the world becoming so globalised, the chances of you running into someone you went to nursery school with at the local mall is very slim (unless you live in Carletonville)hence the need for a website like Facebook.

I'm in a boring mood today...ignore me.

Only my Mates will get it...

Snausages: So, an E-flat, a G-flat, and a B-flat walk into a bar.
Snausages: And the bartender says,
Snausages: "I'm sorry, we don't serve minors."
Myke: That struck a chord.
Snausages: Careful with those puns, you'll get in treble.
Myke: But they're key to my humour.
Myke: And very noteworthy.

Oh Lordie...we need coffee

A lot has happened recently, so where to start...

Its currently 5:22am and I haven't slept for 48hrs.

Why?

Well, firstly, I discovered to my absolute horror that there is a huge, i mean,HUGE motherfucking spider in my room. (ok, not techinically in my room now as its last known position was under the washing machine, BUT it started in my room)
I have a huge fear of all things crepy crawly, especially when they have 8 legs and are teh size of my hand...so I've kept an eye on my floor just to make sure it hasn't decided to return to its spot under my couch...

This vigil has been made far easier by my new toy - my Sony Vaio laptop. Thanks J for buying it for me...I'm gonna pay you back.

So i have spent my last free evening before a 66 hour working week surfin the internet (for what I'm not saying) and keeping an eye on a VERY LARGE SPIDER!
the sun is rising as I type this, and I have to be at work at 11am.

Intravenous coffee, please...

Fangirls and The Simpsons

This morning, I dragged my hungover and exhausted ass oout of bed to get to the internet cafe early enough to buy tickets for the MCR show in November. I missed the standing tickets by a few seconds, but I was able to beat the fangirls to seated tickets - take that! BUYA! Now I'm broke but happy.

Ever wondered what you'd look like as a Simpsons character???
Check it out!!!

This is me:

Vacation Station

So i'm working another one of those really long weeks. We're looking at a 12 day week here. No breaks!
And you know what? I don't mind. keeps me out of trouble.

I'm going to see Motion City Soundtrack in October. And if you don't know who they are, sort yourself out!! They are an awesome band from the states with lyrics along the lines of 'Let's get fucked up and die/I'm speaking figuratively of course...'
See thier MySpace here.

Another interesting spot from the music world is this.
Apparently, at a show recently, MCR front man Gerard, pulled guitarist Frank into a clinch that had most of the gay men in the audience salivating and the girls in the audience weak at the knees.
When asked about it, Gerard claimed he was getting Frank back for something he did. It was either somethins so bad that required public humiliation, or a publicity stunt. I'm going with publicity stunt as Frank has often found himself in a kinky clinch with Gerard during shows...Download anyone????

I know i've been away from the blogosphere lately, but the combination of work and lack of computer is not helping. I should be getting my own laptop soon and then i'll be back to my brilliant blogging ways. I'll also be coming out with way more album reviews.
So far, I can't stop raving about the Arctic Monkeys new album!! And the White Stripes. Go get them. NOW!!!

Just between you and me...

I don't know if I should be sharing this with the rest of the world (ie all five of you) but I just found out that Gerard Way of My Chem has broken his engagment. Cue the collective sigh of relief from a gazillion female fans.

the article can be found here.

Onto other news...

Saw the new Harry Potter movie the other day.
Now, maybe its because I read the books and know the subtext and context etc so I could follow the movie pretty easily.
All the other people in the cinema, however, were very confused. Comments like 'why has Potter gone all emo?' and 'Why is he acting like and ass?'

Has everyone forgotten that Potter is 16 in the movie? He is acting like a 16 year old boy. Perfectly normal under the circumstances.

The movie itself also kicked ass. I was rolling with laughter. Now that the last book has come out, everyone is reading it. Except me. I'll wait til it comes out in cheap paperback.

Must go gift shopping for my mom tomorrow. Its her birthday on Friday and today is my mate's birthday - Jeff!! Happy Birthday mate!!!

The Soapbox Scene

Picture the scene.
A classy, somewhat upmarket pub in the West End of London.
A shiny, marble bartop crammed with beers from all over Europe on tap.
Insano behind said bar wearing a T-Shirt that reads - I'm not fluent in Idiot, so speak slowly. She's leaning against the back fridge, crammed with ciders, watching the crowded bar, or more accurately, the wall clock. Only 3 more hours to go.

A young man walks upto the bar. not much to describe with other than the words - Oh no.He orders a drink. Insano pours said drink for him before placing on the and requesting the £3.50 payment.

'So, where you from?' he asks
'Guess' she says, rolling her eyes.
'Australia?'
'No.'
'New Zealand?'
'No.'
'Canada?'
'No...South Africa.'
'Really? You know the problem with...'

You have no idea how often I get lectured about all the wrongs of my own country and what I must do to fix it. Usually by some limey 'rude boy' who hasn't left his borough, nevermind London.
Throw into the argument that I alone developed and implemented apartheid, committed worse human rights violations than Mugabe and I'm a raging racist.
All because I'm a white South African.

The East End of London has been barred from my pub for abusive behaviour towards an employee.
And for thier own safety - I throw a mean right hook.

It's amazing that in this day and age of internet and free information, people choose to remain ignorant on teh history and cultures of other countries. Sjy News is not the be all and end all in information.
In the words of Frank - You need to keep an open mind, my friend.

Fingers crossed...my cv is going to a potential employer today.

It's also the wettest summer...ever! My tan is suffering.

Onto Music:
Maroon 5's new single 'Makes Me Wonder'



I loved the first Album - Songs About Jane. The lyrics were sensual and intelligent. The music smooth and easy.

This new album? The songs have fallen into the disney school of songwriting - Lame lyrics, bubblegum pop tumes and Adam sings like Micky Mouse.
BLEH!

Its a Dogs Life

Watch and Enjoy - the new music video from pop punkers Fall Out Boy. Note how Pete looks a little like Frank Iero with his long hair. (I'm going get my arse kicked for that comment)




BUT!

If you have trouble, along with the rest of the world, understanding what exactly Patrick Stump is singing, here are the lyrics.


The Take Over, The Breaks Over Lyrics

True Eventfulness

I love the 24hr internet cafe in Tottenham Court Road.

Why?

Cos it's open 24hrs a day.
How do I know this?
Cos it's 2:35am and I'm in here watching YouTube and flat/job hunting.

Now if only they had coffee...

Annie sang it

I've had a very depressing day...and it's only lunchtime.

Went to a recruitment company to register to see if I can get a normal job - no go. Apparently due to visa restraints, they couldn't accept me. Why do I feel the pub cliche is really starting to creep over me just like that silver/black stuff in Spiderman 3?
Should I throw in the towel, and just submit to the bar job? Or should I keep fighting an uphill battle?

So, my godsister is in town this week. I'm going to see if I can hang out with her over the weekend. It'll be nice to see her again.

I've also decided that I love my internet cafe.
It sits upstairs in this uber cool video store that has all these cult/classic movies and they play all my fave music on the pa system - Blues, jazz, white stripes. Nothing better than some good tunes when you're surfing soul destroying employment sites.

I love that its summer (despite the continuous rain).
I love the new White Stripes album.
I love my new purple linen.
I love kittens and raindrops on roses.
I love being able to pay my rent.

I'm going to rise above my bad mood and embrace what I have - erm....give me a few seconds here...
Fuck it...Pass the Haagen Das please.

Cos I have nothing new to say

This is one of my fave MiniMCR strips...



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Jelly Tots

Lots has been happening recently...

Ok, so no job has come into view, but I have been applying. Moving on.

My haircut keeps getting compliments from everyone! Yay me!
I'm not working as insane hours anymore and I think i've developed an immunity to caffiene (again).
Hit Portabello Market with my mate Alex yesterday and found the most gorgeous jasper and silver ring.

The new Motion City Soundtrack single has been released and teh video is HERE!!
I love this band and can't wait to see them in October!!!



There has been a lot of panning by the critics to the new Icky Thump album by teh White Stripes. I think it's pretty unfair as they keep measuring it against The Raconteurs (Jack's other band). The point is, that the White Stripes are SUPPOSED to sound like they do on this album, cos it's a WHITE STRIPES album, not The Raconteurs!!! Anyway, here's the single's video:




Also in the news: My Chemical Romance is starting work on thier next album. YAY! We may only see it in 2010 though, given the extent of thier touring which is going to be until the summer next year.

Well, I'm off to watch Pirates 3. AAAARGH!

Stoopid!

So the White Stripes released thier first single 'Rag & Bone' on a limited edition red vinyl 7".

Fab.

If only I could coax my dvd player into opening wide enough to accept it. DOH!

Spent this week doing 4 double shifts in a row. I've clocked up about 66hrs a week in working. I had two days off, but being a sucker and laptop-less, I decided to take two single shifts covering today and tomorrow before my next double shift session starts.

Stoopid.

Speaking of...

I'm tired of dealing with the Stoopid people making Stoopid requests and asking Stoopid questions. Yes, they do exist.

No, we don't sell Malibu/Archers/J2O.

Which of the 15 types of brand lager do you want?

Ice with that?

No, I don't want to make you a cup of coffee - Starbucks is right next door. So fuck off!

Strangely enough, I can deal with this level of ignoramousy from the comfort of a desk, behind a computer screen, but not when I've been on my feet for nearly 15 hrs, emitting seven types of eau de booze, my fingers are raw from being plunged alternately into hot steam or ice and my face is shiny enough to require patrons to wear sunglasses when ordering.

I don't give a shit if you want two or four blocks of ice in your drink. I don't care if you only drink through a straw - cos we've run out. You ordered a vodka cranberry and so you will drink it the way I serve it.

Why?

Cos I'm the barman, and I'm always right.

Innit?

Engaged....Outraged

I know that when someone you like gets engaged or married, there are two options.

1) Put your heart on the line and tell them, secretly hoping they'll break the engagement and sweep you off your feet.

2) Brood about it over a cup of hot chocolate liberally enhanced with rum, shrug your shoulders, wish them the best and get on with yoru life.

Gerard Way is engaged.

I'm taking option number 2.But only cos I'm a nice person and not deranged enough to actually track him down at the Muse gig on Sunday, kidnap him and then elope. I'd never consider the ways of getting past security, what natural drug i'd use to sedate him or which chapel to steal him away to.

I'm really not that mad.
Really.

Moving on...

Went to the first international football game at the New Wembley Stadium on Friday night. Saw Beckham in the flash.
He was all of 3 inches tall.
Apparently my ticket stub will be able to cover my rent in ten years time.
Couldn't it cover it now????

Still job hunting. Need to get out of the pub before I climb over the bar counter and strangle the next customer who asks a stupid question!!!!

Teenagers

New MCR video...launched in New Zealand first...fuckers...

Watch and enjoy.

Summer in London

Overcast yet humid, stuffy buses, stuffier tube, shorts on everyone including the booty-;icious size 28 sistas with cornrow beehives and the 80 yr old colonial pensioner showing off thier wrinkled knees and spotted, skinny legs.

Yep, Lonodn is beautiful.

Summer also brings with it festival season. And there is a festival for everyone from nu-ravers to old rockers and I want to gho to them all.

I want to rock out at Download to screamo rock.
I want to dig out my 10 yer old day GLo outfits and try my nu-rave mov es at teh indie raver tent at Reading. - Granted, I may need new Day Glo as mine seems to have faded, a lot.
I want to trample around in wellies, beer in hand, head on another planet, watching gigs with other revellers. That's what the whole point of summer in europe is!!!

The crux is, I feeli like the kid who got left at school while everyone else got to go on the field trip.
Tickets are sold out, I'm broke and I have no one to go with me anyway...

But there's always next year...

And I also prefer AAA access...call me spoilt!

Pawned...

It is with a sad and heavy heart (albeit light purse) that I hearby post this sad note:

My DVD collection is up for sale. I'm not too sure about eBay, but I will be parting ways with my collection of Audrey Hepburns classics, Viva La Bam season 2, Supernatural season 1, Clerks X, Romantic Comedies by the dozen and of course, the i-want-to-sit-and-listen-to-country-my-heart-is-so-broken one; Buffy the Vampire Slayer series box set.

But at least I will not be evicted from my room.

Excuse me while I go pine away to the screams of emo music.

Fun New Things

I've been a little self pitying in the last few weeks, but can anyone really blame me?
er..ok.
Fine.
Taking blame like a big girl.

Over it.

So, I was going on about Minimcr, this wicked fantoon that I found and after a quick email, was given permission to show her hilarious artwork on my blog. Yay!
Mind you, you have to be a My Chemical Romance fan to appreciate the tongue-in-cheek manner of the toons. For example:



And of course you're bopping to Avril Lavigne's new single...I'm still dubious about the dance routine in the video itself, but it does get under your skin...

There's also the new Icky Thump video from The White Stripes. They Rock and anyone who thinks otherwise, can meet me behind The Phoenix after this for a little chat.
It hasn't made it onto YouTube yet, but I will show you all the moment it is!

Communism is looking good....

So, not only do I slog my ass off but I get underpaid!!! I got screwed out of 11hrs work, which would have been my rent money!!!

Onto happy news:

There are two videos of a new interview with the awesome Gerard Way and Frank Iero on SURS at Bamboozle. Check out the two part interview here and here

Another cool thing I found was a fansite that has a comic series of our fave band:
Read them here!

I've also been job hunting like mad seeing as how this whole bar work is not working for me on a full time basis.

And the date...
It was nice.
He was very sweet, funny, intelligent and nice.
I'll give it a few more dates and see where it goes.
But there aren't any butterflies. I'd like butterflies.

And its still pissing down with rain.