Friday, 31 July 2009
Monday, 27 July 2009
When You're A Boy
I went to The Photographers' Gallery this weekend and saw the 'When You're A Boy' exhibition.
I thought some of the shots were really great and just loved looking at all the clothes. I find it really inspiring and actually thinking about it, at the beginning of the year I said 2009 is going to be the year of change for me. And it has. We have moved office, I've got new housemates in and my wardrobe I really feel has taken a huge step forward. I am wearing all sorts of clothes I would never have dared before.
I guess we're kind of avoiding the subject of job but it will change too, when the time is right.
But back to the clothes I went round Topman on saturday and saw all the models with the shirts collars up at the back and pointed down at the front. So I went out Saturday night dressed like that, with my completely unfunctional glasses too. I looked good. Haha...
Here is how the collar looked. Check out the guy in white with the gold medal. The song is the fucking bomb too.
Sunday, 26 July 2009
Angela 26.07.09
Here is a playlist I made today...
The Way We Were Barbra Streisand
Hometown Glory Adele
Rabbit Heart (Raise It Up) Florence and the Machine
Daniel Bat For Lashes
We Are The People Empire of the Sun
Mirror Mirror Desire
Antonio (Designer Drugs Remix) Annie
Beatific Glass Candy
Lay Me Down Cyndi Lauper
Diamonds Allure
Lose You Peaches
My Delerium Ladyhawke
Bulletproof La Roux
Dressed to Kill Preston
Symmetry Little Boots
Loba Shakira
Bambu Miguel Bose and Ricky Martin
Manos al Aire Nelly Furtado
What do I want?
Sunday is normally my night for crashing. I have been out for the last four nights and just want to collapse with my book of Brothers Grimm fairy tales, my Cabbage Patch Kid and fall into bed. THIS Sunday more than usual, however it wasn't to be.
Instead one of my housemates offered to cook a roast, which I said, 'Yeah, sounds great.' Then before I know it he's got other friends coming over and it's like, 'I'm really not up for company.' Then he's invited round MY friend who he's shagging. It's like now I REALLY have to entertain people. I just want to hide in my room.
As it was it wasn't so bad. I made the effort. But now his friends have gone except for mine and the two of them are watching TV. I left them to it.
I also found out that the friend in question molested my other housemate last night. So that's two of my housemates he's getting it on with now.
Once again I would like to say I don't want to get off with him, however it doesn't do much for my self-esteem knowing this.
I don't know. It's fucked. I give up.
Instead one of my housemates offered to cook a roast, which I said, 'Yeah, sounds great.' Then before I know it he's got other friends coming over and it's like, 'I'm really not up for company.' Then he's invited round MY friend who he's shagging. It's like now I REALLY have to entertain people. I just want to hide in my room.
As it was it wasn't so bad. I made the effort. But now his friends have gone except for mine and the two of them are watching TV. I left them to it.
I also found out that the friend in question molested my other housemate last night. So that's two of my housemates he's getting it on with now.
Once again I would like to say I don't want to get off with him, however it doesn't do much for my self-esteem knowing this.
I don't know. It's fucked. I give up.
Saturday, 25 July 2009
Mariah Vs Whitney
Well I just posted this on my new blog at a music social network so I figured I'd copy it across. But I shan't be staying there as much...I don't think they would like the potty mouth.
Mariah Vs. Whitney
It’s the age old ciche, the battle of the divas and who are the biggest? Well, I feel Madonna is not really in the same RnB game, although her last album would have you think otherwise. But for me there’s really only Whitney and Mariah.
Obviously Mariah gets my vote every time mainly because she just seems more fun and also has creative control (sometimes too much) over everything she does.
With their albums both coming out this Autumn, the ‘battle’ is going to kick off all over again.
But my concern is that Mariah is just pulling out drippy middle of the road mid-tempo ballads, forever chasing another ‘We Belong Together’. Here is a demo. I’m a bit like, ‘Have we learnt nothing from the E=MC2 debacle?’
Whereas Whitney has the amazing Clive Davis behind her, people want her to do well, and her album sounds like it will be filled with standards like this.
That said I have had ‘Obsessed’ on loop for the last few days and the video only makes me love it more. I hope this leaked demos are not indicative of what to expect. Let’s hope it’s just The Dream trying to get himself some extra press. *sigh*
Mariah Vs. Whitney
It’s the age old ciche, the battle of the divas and who are the biggest? Well, I feel Madonna is not really in the same RnB game, although her last album would have you think otherwise. But for me there’s really only Whitney and Mariah.
Obviously Mariah gets my vote every time mainly because she just seems more fun and also has creative control (sometimes too much) over everything she does.
With their albums both coming out this Autumn, the ‘battle’ is going to kick off all over again.
But my concern is that Mariah is just pulling out drippy middle of the road mid-tempo ballads, forever chasing another ‘We Belong Together’. Here is a demo. I’m a bit like, ‘Have we learnt nothing from the E=MC2 debacle?’
Whereas Whitney has the amazing Clive Davis behind her, people want her to do well, and her album sounds like it will be filled with standards like this.
That said I have had ‘Obsessed’ on loop for the last few days and the video only makes me love it more. I hope this leaked demos are not indicative of what to expect. Let’s hope it’s just The Dream trying to get himself some extra press. *sigh*
Friday, 24 July 2009
You're a Mom and Pop, I'm a Corporation...
All up in the blogs
Say we met at the bar
When I don’t even know who you are
Say we up in your house
Sayin’ I’m up in your car
But you in LA but I’m out at Jermaine’s
I’m up in the A- you’re so so lame
and no on here even mentions your name
It must be the weed, it must be the E
cuz you be poppin, hood, you get it poppin’
Ooh boy why you so obsessed with me?
Boy I want to know- lyin’ that you’re sexin me
when everybody knows it’s clear that you’re upset with me
Ohh finally found a girl that you couldn’t impress
Last man on the earth- still couldn’t get this
You’re delusional, you’re delusional
Boy you’re losing your mind
It’s confusin yo, you’re confused you know
Why you wasting your time?
Got you all fired up with your Napoleon complex
See right through you like you’re bathin’ in windex
Ooh Ohh Ohh boy why you so obsessed with me?
And all the ladies sing, all the girls sing
Soo Oohhhh Soo Oohh Obsessed
You on your job, you hittin’ hard
Ain’t gon feed you, gon’ let you starve
Graspin’ for air I’m ventilation
You out of breath, hope you ain’t waitin
Tellin’ the world how much you miss me
But we never were so why you trippin’
You a mom and pop, I’m a corporation
I’m the press conference, you a conversation
Ooh boy why you so obsessed with me?
Boy I want to know- lyin’ that you’re sexin me
when everybody knows it’s clear that you’re upset with me
Ohh finally found a girl that you couldn’t impress
Last man on the earth- still couldn’t get this
You’re delusional, you’re delusional
Boy you’re losing your mind
It’s confusin yo, you’re confused you know
Why you wasting your time?
Got you all fired up with your Napoleon complex
See right through you like you’re bathin’ in windex
Ooh Ohh Ohh boy why you so obsessed with me?
And all the ladies sing, all the girls sing
Soo Oohhhh Soo Oohh Obsessed
Say we met at the bar
When I don’t even know who you are
Say we up in your house
Sayin’ I’m up in your car
But you in LA but I’m out at Jermaine’s
I’m up in the A- you’re so so lame
and no on here even mentions your name
It must be the weed, it must be the E
cuz you be poppin, hood, you get it poppin’
Ooh boy why you so obsessed with me?
Boy I want to know- lyin’ that you’re sexin me
when everybody knows it’s clear that you’re upset with me
Ohh finally found a girl that you couldn’t impress
Last man on the earth- still couldn’t get this
You’re delusional, you’re delusional
Boy you’re losing your mind
It’s confusin yo, you’re confused you know
Why you wasting your time?
Got you all fired up with your Napoleon complex
See right through you like you’re bathin’ in windex
Ooh Ohh Ohh boy why you so obsessed with me?
And all the ladies sing, all the girls sing
Soo Oohhhh Soo Oohh Obsessed
You on your job, you hittin’ hard
Ain’t gon feed you, gon’ let you starve
Graspin’ for air I’m ventilation
You out of breath, hope you ain’t waitin
Tellin’ the world how much you miss me
But we never were so why you trippin’
You a mom and pop, I’m a corporation
I’m the press conference, you a conversation
Ooh boy why you so obsessed with me?
Boy I want to know- lyin’ that you’re sexin me
when everybody knows it’s clear that you’re upset with me
Ohh finally found a girl that you couldn’t impress
Last man on the earth- still couldn’t get this
You’re delusional, you’re delusional
Boy you’re losing your mind
It’s confusin yo, you’re confused you know
Why you wasting your time?
Got you all fired up with your Napoleon complex
See right through you like you’re bathin’ in windex
Ooh Ohh Ohh boy why you so obsessed with me?
And all the ladies sing, all the girls sing
Soo Oohhhh Soo Oohh Obsessed
'Cause you can never have enough dreams...
Yesterday someone in our office got really frikkin' hardcore on a courier and it obviously stayed with me because I dreamt about her last night. Normally if I dream about a woman it's someone famous and we're doing something fun, like having cake with Gwen Stefani or interviewing Mariah, not being shouted at by someone in the office. :0(
She told me, 'You think you're so clever and so above everyone. Well guess what? You're not and you need to stop laughing at everyone because it's really fucking (can I swear on here without making it an adult blog?) annoying!' I was humiliated and scooted back to my desk.
Then I dreamt about Attitude magazine and that it had turned into a coffee table book with loads of pictures and hardly any copy. My old boss still did the cover interview and it still rankled with me. (What does 'rankle' even mean? Answers on the back of a postcard.)
She told me, 'You think you're so clever and so above everyone. Well guess what? You're not and you need to stop laughing at everyone because it's really fucking (can I swear on here without making it an adult blog?) annoying!' I was humiliated and scooted back to my desk.
Then I dreamt about Attitude magazine and that it had turned into a coffee table book with loads of pictures and hardly any copy. My old boss still did the cover interview and it still rankled with me. (What does 'rankle' even mean? Answers on the back of a postcard.)
Tuesday, 21 July 2009
What to listen to?
I am adding multiple albums to my iTunes on a daily basis and yet somehow I am bored of my music.
So I am listening to Martina Topley-Bird. But it's not hitting the spot. I might go have a wank instead.
So I am listening to Martina Topley-Bird. But it's not hitting the spot. I might go have a wank instead.
When your friends hook up.
One of my friends has been in an on/off relationship for quite a while but they've finally called it quits. For good this time. I think.
Anyway since splitting up he has got with one of my housemates. As much as I'd like to say it hasn't, it has kind of bothered me.
I have felt pangs of jealousy. I spoke to my housemate about it tonight because I feel there's no point stewing, and it's not like I was crying in my room every night.
I said I felt weird that they had some sort of bond that I didn't have. An intimacy that I didn't have even though him and I were supposedly better friends.
My housemate explained that sex is just sex and friendships are way more valuable. I agree 100% but I still felt a little weird about it.
Maybe, and I'm only figuring this out as I write it down, maybe it's about two of my friends having fun without me. I feel left out. Even though I don't want to be part of it.
It's a new situation and a new lesson to learn.
Anyway since splitting up he has got with one of my housemates. As much as I'd like to say it hasn't, it has kind of bothered me.
I have felt pangs of jealousy. I spoke to my housemate about it tonight because I feel there's no point stewing, and it's not like I was crying in my room every night.
I said I felt weird that they had some sort of bond that I didn't have. An intimacy that I didn't have even though him and I were supposedly better friends.
My housemate explained that sex is just sex and friendships are way more valuable. I agree 100% but I still felt a little weird about it.
Maybe, and I'm only figuring this out as I write it down, maybe it's about two of my friends having fun without me. I feel left out. Even though I don't want to be part of it.
It's a new situation and a new lesson to learn.
Sunday, 19 July 2009
Hello world!
So basically one of the main reasons I stopped writing on here was because...
a) I spend enough time online as it is and as much as I loved having this it was zapping my time away.
b) I couldn't figure out how to resize images. Yes, really was that stupid.
Anyway I have figured it out and feel like I want to write again. Hurrah!
Let's start off with a dream because they're always fun. Last night I dreamt that I was staying with a rich family who had a mother that was not unlike Catherine Deneuve. I had been staying with them for a while and not paid for anything so said, 'Please let me pay for this...' then my card came back declined and I went through my wallet trying to look for another card. It had endless generic grey cards but none were the right one. None of them had a chip in them.
Then we were in some old school Victorian shopping mall where they had birds that were so water friendly they were like otters.
Next I was being told that Stevie Wonder wrote 'I Just Called To Say I Love You' about Berlin. It had become their national anthem.
There you have it. Was it worth waiting six months for?
a) I spend enough time online as it is and as much as I loved having this it was zapping my time away.
b) I couldn't figure out how to resize images. Yes, really was that stupid.
Anyway I have figured it out and feel like I want to write again. Hurrah!
Let's start off with a dream because they're always fun. Last night I dreamt that I was staying with a rich family who had a mother that was not unlike Catherine Deneuve. I had been staying with them for a while and not paid for anything so said, 'Please let me pay for this...' then my card came back declined and I went through my wallet trying to look for another card. It had endless generic grey cards but none were the right one. None of them had a chip in them.
Then we were in some old school Victorian shopping mall where they had birds that were so water friendly they were like otters.
Next I was being told that Stevie Wonder wrote 'I Just Called To Say I Love You' about Berlin. It had become their national anthem.
There you have it. Was it worth waiting six months for?
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