I really think that should be the title of a new reality show. Starring me. Tomorrow I sit the first of my GCSEs, in science module one. And it won't be pretty. I know...very little about science module one. I may have to come down with a serious case of skiveitus, or maybe I could be off sick with "stress", which one of my science teachers is something we should avoid, and get plenty of rest and relaxation tonight. I think that's the problem - I'm not even close to being stressed. I've had too much rest and relaxation that I don't need to be advised to have some of it. She also said we shouldn't "cram". I didn't even think of "cramming". I just about know how to "cram".
But now we're talking about stress I think my body has realised I should be stressing a little, at least - my finger has been hurting today and I think it's trying to make up for the rest of me being "ok". All of my stress is wrapped up in the little finger on my left hand.
MTV should be making offers on series one if they know what's good for them.

Well it's not very exciting, but it has been just under a month since I last posted and I feel empty without blog.co.uk . Which is a lie but I wanted to sound...you know, deep.
There have been gigs. But only two of them, both Christmas-themed and both in Carling Academy *shudders*. The first was for CSS, which I have to say was fantastic, and as cheesy as it sounds I had a really great time. Metronomy were the support band, who I'd only read about the day before the show, but had tshirts with push-lights on and some really great songs. Joe Lean and The Jing Jang Jong (dear lord) were supposed to be there to, but were nowhere to be seen. Which I was not disappointed about at all. CSS were so good typing words fails me, it really does. They came on stage dressed as presents, and kept saying "this is our last song", which is always fun when you find out they can't stop lying.
The second gig was (dun dun dunnn) The Wombats. Yes, yes. I know. The Wombats. Not exactly the most experimental and exciting band to ever have formed. But it was a free show thanks to my cousin (the drummer) who is a right indie kid and took me with him. For starters it was an afternoon, all-ages gig. Not that I'm against that, I think it's a really good thing, but nearly all of my school turned up because they could run riot to some dull music. Couldn't have BEEN any more colder, and having to wait outside for an hour I find myself having to quote Kaiser Chiefs in saying "no need for I.D.'s with those dresses". Cos they were hardly wearing them. And they had me surrounded. I just don't like people, generally. When we got in the place was packed, the support bands (Elle S'appelle and Go Faster) were awful and the crowd was really aggressive. I don't care if I'm at a show and everyone's beating the shit out of each other if the music is good, because it's the energy coming off the stage that makes that happen. So needless to say there was no excuse. I was BORED. The Wombats were pretty good, but I don't think they made up for it.
I broke up from school the day after the CSS gig, which was good then but depressing now since I am back on MONDAY.
There was also Christmas. Not that I know what to say about it. So I'm going to move onto...
...New Year. I don't really know what to say about this either, except this year Liverpool is Capital of Culture. Whatever that means. More plays or something.

I went to see Kaiser Chiefs last night. I know. You try to appear all alternative and then you go and do something like that. Oh well. I like Kaiser Chiefs. Five lads with guitars. Shocking.
But I had a pretty good time, despite them being the most average band I like. The crowd was the biggest I've seen so far, and everyone was squashed like sardines in a can. I was about three people from the front, sadly stood next to two Irish girls who were blind drunk and I ended up holding them up until Mystery Jets came on, at which point I gave them a shove and never saw them again. I really enjoyed their set, though I have to say I miss Henry. They played a new song which made me really excited about their new material called "Hideaway".
With the Kaiser Chiefs being so big it was really great seeing everyone yelling the lyrics in way of the stage and everyone bouncing about. I've been to too many gigs where the most movement was people shuffling around and maybe mumbling the lyrics to the most well-known song. So yeah, that was pretty cool to be in that kind of atmosphere. And I didn't get kicked in the head! Oh what fun.

My computer is back. It was waiting for me outside my back door in a very heavy red box when I got home, and the people across the road were laughing at me while I tried to get it inside. In the rain. Thankyou.
It's been very weird not having it. I felt like I had nothing to do, it is so lame that when something like a COMPUTER goes missing you feel lack of purpose. And now I have got it back I can't remember why I missed it.
Well then what has happened. Sod all. I have sat at home making loops on my keyboard and that is basically all.
Oh, I tell a lie - I saw Patrick Wolf on a sunday that occured...sometime. In November. The 25th. But I don't know how many days/weeks ago that was. In the time it took to type that I probably could have worked that out and told you. Oh well. But yeah - Patrick Wolf at The Lowry (that place has such a bizarre colour scheme - the theatre I was in was all pink). It was amazing, and I got completely crushed in the mosh pit...yes I am lying through my teeth (or fingers). It was brilliant, but not in the way that everyone was dancing and attempting a stage invasion to pull out his hair and steal his violin. I was well aware it would be "acoustic, reflective and quiet" (myspace), but that suited me fine. It was a really beautiful set, and if I carry on describing it the whole thing will sound all soppy and pathetic. But yeah, fantastic.
This is probably going to sound very bizarre, but I always get post-gig depression. Seriously, once a gig is over I get really upset, but not in the "noooo it cant be over do an encore" way, in the "oooh I have nothing fun going on and I have nothing to look forward to now it's over and I can never get it back" way.

Grim.

I am currently typing this at my uncle's house because my computer at home is refusing to work. My cousin is in the other room - he plays the drums, and has been playing an Arctic Monkeys album at full blast for about the last half an hour. He is drumming along with it, and he obviously thinks I can't hear him, because he is thanking the crowd.
Ahem.

I find the whole thing pretty ridiculous. But nevertheless, intriguing. It's pretty amusing I have to admit, especially when that prat from Gallows (urgh, Gallows) has been hailed "coolest person on the planet". So when my friend Lauren came into school today with the latest issue containing the (dreaded) cool list I couldn't help having a quick flick through.
And what did I find? Well, it didn't suprise me, not even a little bit - all the usual suspects; Pete Doherty, Karen O, Meg White - and some "new entries" from the life-altering musical extrodinaires such as...uh, Kate Nash.
The reasonings is my favourite part. I love reading those things - why is this person cool, what do they think is cool, is this cool so on and so forth. The main question they asked those listed was "is wearing sunglasses indoors cool?". Controversial.

You may or may not have read my odd little posts on the new Burberry campaign. You probably didn't. But my general reaction to this campaign was that I thought it was bizarre. I wasn't horrified. Turns out some other music-types were asked to be included in past and present Burberry campaigns, including The Holloways and The Rakes, and they told them to shove it (but in a politer way - you can read Alan Donohoe's rejection letter here ), because of their continual use of real fur. To be honest I wasn't even aware of Burberry's position on fur and the processes they go through to get it. I'm not going to go all political or curse shame on the people who were involved in the campaign, it's possible they didn't know since they weren't asked to drape themselves in rabbit, but I just think that's disgusting.
So Hannah Fur is anti-fur. Oh the curse of a name!

Forget Rob Zombie's Halloween or Saw IV, the scariest thing I will be watching this halloween is this short film on youtube. This kind of thing scares the hell out of me. Get ready to memorise the process to re-tell it with a torch stuck under your face.

I am in a bad mood. Again. Due to the music world revolving around London. I don't know why this annoys me so much. I'm just selfish and want everything to revolve around where I am and where I live.
I would move and live alone but that is illegal, which is not good. If Pete Doherty has taught me anything (which of course, he hasn't) it's that you do not get arrested. But I'm going off the point here.
Anyway, if you're reading this you may be wondering why this has set me off. I have been living in liverpool all my life and only now has it sparked a fuse. It sparks fuses all the time because there is nothing to do here, but when you find out that Ed Larrikin is playing his first solo show ever with Patrick Wolf debuting some of his poetry IN LONDON it does piss me off. I would like nothing more than to listen to Patrick Wolf recite poetry and Ed Larrikin play the violin. That's like heaven!
Grrrr.
But now I've gotten over it. Blogging heals, and that is the truth.

On hour four of working on my fine art coursework, but currently taking a break while the paint dries. And there is a lot of it. It's mostly red, I felt like a anti-fur demonstrator. I've discovered "The Dreaming" album by Kate Bush is the best to paint to.
I heard a news story on the radio today that was about a three year old who had to get the fire brigade to remove a traffic cone he'd got stuck on his head. He was being Harry Potter. I seriously think that if you're being Harry Potter that is the best route to go down. I felt tight laughing at the expense of a three year old stuck in a cone but I soon got over it.
My mum likes CSS. She has been "converted", and I'm not sure if this is a good thing. I'm going to see them in December so she wanted to hear their album. All day I've had to listen to her rendition of "let's make love and listen to death from above". I think I'd rather have had my head stuck in a traffic cone.