Fangirl.
Manic Street Preachers are playing SUPER near where I live. Tickets go on sale Friday and I’m already geared up.
The 16 year old fangirl in me has taken hold and wont let go.
Now if you excuse me, I have to put on more eyeliner and squeeze into even tighter black jeans.
(This is my most recent favourite Manics cover… We’re down with the kids!)
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We had a fight…
Well, sort of. If you can fight with something you’ve created and essentially own.
We couldn’t see a future together and I acted like I always do in fights, like a petulant child, and ignored my blog until I felt like maybe we should talk. So we did, and we agreed to give it a go.
I didn’t feel the need to blog because NOTHING happened, NOTHING was interesting, NOTHING inspired me and NOTHING excited me.
Then we went to Toronto, and I was like “I want to blog about this, I want to post this, I want to show the world this”.
We went to Toronto for TCAF, a holiday and a chance to hang out with our friends for a week. It was the best! We’d been before so already knew the city a bit, knew our way around (me, not Marc, he can’t use a map and inevitably always turns the wrong way out of the subway) and knew some people there. Our lover friend Adam Cadwell has a girlfriend, Kayla, who lives in Toronto and we knew some people there from last time we went and also a collection of UK comic creators were descending upon the city for the weekend. My biggest regret from the last time we went was not seeing the Niagara Falls, so on our first day there the four of us (me, Marc, Adam and Kayla) went on a day trip to the Falls, neighbouring Niagara On The Lake and for a wine tasting at a local winery. Seeing the Falls was amazing and everything, if not more, I thought I’d be. I think I had a smile on my face the entire time we were on The Maid of the Mist, despite getting soaked and not even being able to see much up close. The experience of feeling the water on your skin and hearing the roar of the falls was more fantastic than the view.
That was probably my favourite thing from this trip, including a visit to a Toronto goth club and an afternoon spent with Katie West. Other highlights included steak at Keg, dinner at our favorite restaurant (twice), breakfast at Daybreak (twice) and other food in general. We like food, okay?
Because we had been to TCAF before, I felt like I had already done the “comic” thing. Sometimes it’s kind of awkward for me when we go to these things because everyone there is either a r, an artist, organizer or some comics expert/fan/groupie person. I’m “just the girlfriend”. Therefore, to be less awkward, I went out with Katie and her five friends five of her friends on the Friday. We wanted to get drunk and do dancing, and that we did. It was the most fun I’ve had on a night out in so long, and her friends were all so nice and welcoming and I felt like they were all mine too, and this was something we’d do on a regular basis. Alas, I think my goth dancing nights in Toronto will remain annual, as much as I wish it was more a monthly occurence.
The following day at TCAF is a bit of a blur, I don’t think I recovered fully until dinner time and I made a wise choice of sticking to cranberry juice that evening.
The following day I had made plans with Katie and her camera. I’ve mentioned Katie before, and she tells the story of us much better than I could here. In fact, you should just follow her on Twitter, read her blog and gush over her like so many do, because she is awesome and I miss her.
Taking my clothes off and letting her take pictures of me for 4 hours was so much fun, and something I’d do again in a heartbeat. (Admittedly, the first couple of hours I was a bit distracted by the basketball game we were watching at the same time, but once the underwear came off it was just us and music and the camera and the light.) Katie’s method photography means she gets naked too, which makes it less strange and she also doesn’t mind getting in the pictures with you which is awesome. Most of my favourite photos are of us together, and hopefully you’ll get to see them (they’re not mine, they’re hers, and she decides which ones she posts).
Coming back from Canada was as sad as it always is. My first thought getting on the tube at Victoria was how much I don’t want to live in England and how I hate it. Clearly, I don’t. I was suffering from lack of sleep, being cold and having sat on a plane for too long with no in-flight entertainment (well done, Thomas Cock Cook, well done). Still getting adjusted to normal life, although changes are in the pipelines and hopefully ready to be made soon.
I’ve already started a second blog post about things I picked up at TCAF and books I’ve read recently that I MUST tell you about (I’m a book whore, in case you don’t know me too well). Check back, yeah?
(I took this on the boat, I had to hide my camera inside my raincoat to keep it dry, only poking the lens out.)
(There’s a horse and carriage in this photo… Just randomly. How amazing.)
(I love Metric. And Passion Pit. It’s so unfair I won’t be around for this gig. I am, however, seeing Metric twice in London so no need to feel sorry for me!)
(This is Marc, Howard and Jonathan on our excursion to Toronto Island. Howard was grumpy.)
(Reminds me of Sweden.)
(Beer and coffee combined! Nicer than it sounds.)
(On our last day we went to Casa Loma where they shot bits of the X-men movies. We all turned super geeky. This is Howard, Lizz, Marc and Jonathan)
I miss it.
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The Pains of Being Pure At Heart
So January is over. Wow, that’s one down, eleven to go… January wasn’t even a month I was looking forward to but it’s really flown by.
So, here’s a topic; exes.
Can’t live with them, can’t live without them (cause they’re always THERE).
Recently I high-fived a girl who once kissed my boyfriend (before we knew each other). Normally I can’t stand girls who’ve had a “thing” with him, mainly cause they all seem a bit psycho and also, why would I want to hang with them? But this one, she got a massive high-five that echoed loudly across Starbucks. The reason? a) this is a genuinely nice girl b) totally not his “type” and c) formed part of a thought process that lead to the inevitable break-up between him and his girlfriend at the time. So techincally not a thing (I quote “it was second most awkward kiss I’ve ever had, it was like kissing my brother”), and also led to the beginning of the end with The Ex that his friends stayed in touch with and who kept re-surfacing until finally vanishing forever.
I’ve never met this ex, I bet she could be a nice girl but by default, because she went out with Marc before me and fucked him over, I don’t even give her a chance. Unfair? Or the curse of the Exes?
On the same subject, it has recently come to my attention that one of my own exes refers to me as Psycho-Anna. Me. Not him, the porn addicted, pot-bellied, self-centred man whose idea of the most romantic thing ever is strap on a sextoy on a girl and walk around controlling it with a remote. (whatever happened to candlelit dinners and sharing baths?) Surely the psycho thing to do is to keep photos of your ex-girlfriends and masturbate over them when you are seeing someone new? (yeah, girls talk!) Or having a poster of Sarah Michelle Gellar in “your room” when you are 26. Or thinking it’s ok to perv over a 15 year old, when you’re 30. Yeah, I will wear my Psycho badge with pride until I have the unfortune of seeing you again at which point I will pin it onto your dick.
The third story is a borderline ex story as we never technically went out, he was my first love and it was as innocent as the first year of Dawsons Creek. Either way, I loved him and he became a father last week. I know I’m getting to that stage in my life where kids are normally introduced, but I can’t even imagine having the responsibilty of looking after a life that I was part in creating. I mean, I can barely look after myself!
Well done, and congrats to David and Patricia – all my love to you and little Sophie.
So the Ex Club. One that we’re all members of, and undoubtedly hated by other members. Whether it’s fair or not is another question. Personally I know atleast two other exes of exes of mine, and they are by far hated. In fact, it’s like we have a club of our own; Survivors Of [insert name].
On a whole different note, I trust you are all watching Glee now? Good-o!
You know you love me, XOXOThT
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The Potential Blogger Strikes
Well this worked out alright then, didn’t it?
Fuck me, one post doesn’t qualify as a blog. I’m more of a “potential blogger, who will speak her mind when something makes her opinionated enough to bother typing it all out”.
This January (although colder and snowier) has been so much better than January ’09. To refresh your minds, I spent most of that month on the sofa, signed off work and trying to get back in a routine of waking up/having a shower/getting dressed/going to work. I’d get one or two right, but never all four.
But this year! Getting up, having a shower, getting dressed and off I go to earn my keep! High fives all around! Well done me.
Sounds like something pretty straight forward, doesn’t it? It’s really not. It can be so much harder and physically impossible than people can imagine. If you’re lucky enough to never have suffered with depression or any stress related illnesses, you don’t know just how lucky you are. The rest of us, we’re really lucky ta have doctors prescribe us drugs to get through the days.
But enough about that. Has everyone been watching Glee? Oh em gee, you guys. I love this show. I don’t know what I was expecting, but it just blew me away. I love the characters, we all knew people like them when we were in high school. The editing is brilliant, sharp and to the point. And then there’s the singing… Now, I love Journey, I put my hands up to that. The Glee club doing Don’t Stop Believin’ certainly made me gush, but hell, then there was Rehab (I do not, in any form, love Amy Winehouse) and Gold Digger (Kanye West.. c’mon now, I don’t even like him), and I still utterly loved it. I love Kurt, I used to know a Kurt. I love Finn, I always hoped our star jock would do something unexpected (alas, never happened). I love Rachel and the fact that she’s hopelessly nerdy but doesn’t quite realize it.
I don’t normally watch a lot of TV, but with the good help of Sky+ I shall be savouring every episode of Glee.
This month I have also been watching Wallander in English, which at first felt like watching a dubbed version of the original, but really grew on me. I watched all of the first series of Gossip Girl (don’t ask), and Nurse Jackie (which I’m still not really into, but the charachter grew on me immensly in the last 5 minutes of the pilot).
I leave you with this, and you will have it stuck in your head for days, and probably hum it without realizing until someone stares at you on the tube and you think you’ve porridge stuck in yer teeth but then realize you’ve been humming out loud at the morning commuters… Maybe that one’s just me.
You know you love me, XOXO.
El Oh El.
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Well this is new…
Unsatisfied with the measly 140 characters Twitter can offer, and my growing need to put my views out for the world to see (and argue with), I have decided to give this blogging business another go.
Yeah, I know. Soooo 00′s. I’m bringing the noughties into the teenies! Retro.
I am, as of yet, undecided what I will use this immense power for. Evil, laughs, embarrassment to those around me… Possibly just to justify myself and my sometimes not so truthful behaviours in Ellerbisms… (I’m not always angry, you know!) There is a lot of stuff out there that I feel I have comments on, and not always satisfied with ranting at whoever happens to be near me at the time, I’m gonna rant at whoever happened to fall into my blog (how did you end up here?).
Currently I would like to rant about ex boyfriends, neighbours, my stomach and lack of company. I won’t.
I would like to gush over my love, cats, my new cardigan and my Christmas presents. I won’t.
Maybe later.
What I am going to do is bring your attention to a few people who, indirectly, have inspired me to start a blog (blame them, ok?). One being Katie West who blogs beautifully and amusingly about anything from Korean pop to Star Trek and sex, but mainly posts nude photos of herself (she’s also super hot). Another is an ex of one of my exes, Danielle, who blogs about what it’s like being a foreign girl in a new country. And Korean men. She doesn’t limit herself in what she writes about, and I like that. A third person is Alex Schulman who only writes in Swedish but I’m obsessed with his daily updates about his daughter (who is the cutest baby I’ve ever seen!) and his occassional fictional pieces on living in a relationship.
There are several other blogs I read and enjoy, but let’s leave at these for now.
So on this first day of this new decade, I’m starting something new and we’ll see how it goes. Eventually I’m sure the blog will find itself and not end up being me posting photos of cute hedgehogs weekly…
Also, I’m totally into quiffs this year.
-A
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