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.

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.

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!!!

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.

Withdrawal Symptoms

Ahh, it's good to be back in the land of broadband. One click instant access broadband.

It has however, been noted that I suffer severe internet withdrawal symptoms. How bad? Well, after a week without internet I would run these blogesque silyloques (i know it's spelt wrong) through my head, by week two, I was typing out things on my legs, by week three, I had gone into complete lack of information meltdown.

What was happening in the world? What had my fave rockers gotten up to now? What albums had been released? Who was being an ass on YouTube? Important matters that I couldn't find the answers to!!

But now I'm back. YAY!

And the news I've been able to find out, thanks to the brilliant Miss Modern Age, is this...

Pete Fall Out Boy Wentz has opened an alternative club. Well, it would be alternative if it weren't for the hordes of teenage girls waiting outside for a glimpse of People's hottest man of 2007. (sic)

Apparently Frank Iero of My Chemical Romance is rumoured to have married in Feb already. I'm still tryingto suss the facts on that one.

And finally...
The book for the summer has got to be: Everybody Hurts.

Written by the editor and chief contributor of Alternative Press Magazine, it gives those of us ignorant abotu the emo culture, a little insight, while keeping it's tongue firmly in it's cheek.



I'm also still job and flat hunting. The flat hunting part being of some urgency now.

Will do a nice long post about the debauchery of April at a later stage.

Obscutiry and Clarity

Fuck it!

I am never cracking a joke again. Ever.
My sense of humour is far too obscure to secure any giggles, so i give up.

Why did no one catch my kitten joke. (Which isn't a joke actually as I really do plan to get a kitten and name it Emo.) But it was still a good joke. It even took my sister Lollipop about 5 minutes to connect the dots.

So let me break it down for you.
Emo is associated with goth/black/screamo rock. See bands like Dashboard Confessional, Taking Back Sunday, Lostprophets etc.
A little itty bitty white kitten is the total antonym of everything Emo.

Yet, in a way, the though of a kitten makes me feel all fuzzy and happy, pretty much what emo makes me feel too.

Moving on...

I had a bit of a Eureka moment on the train this morning. There I was, sipping my large coffee, contemplating my life and my job and the list of things i have to do before jetting off to the Apple store to go see The Fratellis. (and if you don't know who they are, then you're in trouble).
So my eureka moment happened when I was thinking about The Devil wears Prada and how in one scene, Stanley Tucci tells Anne Hathaway to stop whining and embrace her crappy job, because firstly, it is the oppurtunity of a lifetime and secondly, it won't last forever.
This made me think - I tend to bitch about my job a lot. when in fact, I'm whining. I hate whining. So no more whining from me. I'm going to embrace the property industry and hopefully, within a year, I can mmove onto bigger better things.

This is me being positive. Wish me luck.