Confessions Of A Xeroxed Teen

This blog is ridiculous. I mean really.

I am currently in a queue. I have never been so warm and comfy in a queue before. It's an online queue, which is not like normal queues where you can watch the other people getting more and more impatient having to wait to get in/buy whatever it is they want. I am queuing to download Radiohead's new album "In Rainbows". It has been online for five days now but for some reason I didn't get it straight away. Let's pretend I didn't want to get stuck in the rush, that huge queue without any people to look at.
I feel bad though. I don't have any credit cards or the like - noting my age at this point would be a worthy activity - so when I came to the check out and it says "how much - you decide" I put all zeros. Like this 0000000000000.
I would happily pay a great amount for new Radiohead tracks - they would easily be worth it after all - but what can you do..? I'll make it up to them by buying this boxset that's supposed to be coming out at the end of the year.

I hate the "My Music" folder on my computer. Not that I hate the contents - I have already established my music tastes are fantastic - but whenever I look at it I groan. It's impossible to find anything; there's random files dotted in all sorts of unneccesary folders and mp3s titled 85707569037090789778657536462 so how on earth I'm supposed to remember what all these songs are I don't know. So I thought I'd be really good and put everything into artist folders. About four seconds after starting this task my computer crashed with all the moving about of stuff. Windows just don't like anything to be easy to find. They like that little dog to find it instead.

People at my school really need to grow up. The lad I sit next to in RE refused to learn about Christianity the other day because "God has AIDS". I'm all for standing up for religious beliefs but I doubt this was part of his faith. The same lad today also refused to read a poem out loud because "poems have AIDS." The worst part is he's fifteen, and in top set for both of these classes. How the hell he managed that is beyond me.

I arrived later than I would have liked to see Blood Red Shoes due to the flippin' train lines been worked on, so I had to get a bus for most of the journey to see the gruesome twosome. When I arrived I saw Laura-Mary Carter in the corridor trying to get backstage, but only gave her a star-struck smile through being too shy to say anything. The regrets! When I got inside a band which I can only assume was Lovvers were already well into their set, and sounding pretty fantastic at that. I'd been on their myspace when I found out they were one of two support acts tonight and I wasn't too impressed - maybe they just sound better live.
It was during this time I noticed the other half of Blood Red Shoes, Steven Ansell, was at the back of the venue. Unwilling to have seen both members of the band and not spoken to either I said hi to Steven, shook his hand and thanked him for making such great music, before tearing down one of their posters. Out of love, obviously.
The next band that were on were godawful, I have to say. Assuming they were Ghost Of A Thousand, these guys were laughably bad. In my opinion. I could see Steven Ansell moshing to their set before someone hit him in the head with a bottle.
Then it was the headliners, Blood Red Shoes. I've been looking forward to this gig for ages and when they came on they did not disappoint. Opening with "It's Getting Boring By The Sea", they ripped through an almighty set of new songs, crowd favourites, new single "I Wish I Was Someone Better" and my favourite b-side "Try Harder".
The album is "pencilled in" for release on January 28th. I think may explode before then.

My MP3 player died today. It's a very sad time and I came close to tears flicking through the argos catalogue looking for a replacement. Or should that be The Replacement; all capitals to make it sound more serious. Because this really is a serious matter. Ok, it's not, but it provokes a serious question - what the hell am I going to do on the bus tomorrow morning?
I usually just block everyone else out and listen to the sweet sweet music that pours out of my headphones, but tomorrow I don't have anything to fuel the pouring out of sweet sweet music. I may have to resort to CDs. Oh no.
Not that I have anything wrong with CDs - they seem a hell of a lot more realible than my MP3 player has been (I've only had it two years) - but the whole thing's just so bluky and senstitive it will probably break being in my bag all day.
So this means I will have to fork out about 200 quid for a new one. Tomorrow. Because that's as soon as I can get into a shop.
I'll probably have to read, and be forever known as "the girl who reads on the bus".

"Do I sound fat?"

I feel like crap. I'm in one of those "what's the point" moods and I've got nothing to do but lie on my bed making dying noises and listening to Bjork. Because that's what I do when I'm as bored as I am right now. I think the fact that I have three pieces of coursework due in for next week being forever added to the bloody great pile of boring tasks to be getting on with doesn't help matters. I have stuff to do but don't want to do them, and when it's like that I don't feel like I should be doing anything but lie on my bed making dying noises and listening to Bjork.

Turns out "Be oNline b" is an anagram of "Neon Bible" and if you go on the forementioned site there is a video of Will singing title track of their latest album, while his hands move around. There is also a magic trick. This could well mean that it's been released as a single with this video or it could well mean nothing of the sort. I'm so confused.
So much for NME's theory! Although mine was just as far off...

NME (you know, the worst most bottom of the barrel music magazine ever? I'm sure you've heard of them - they have this awful award ceremony every year that's always presented by someone as unfunny as Lauren Laverne) reckon that the scary message Arcade Fire have been leaving on their site (as I mentioned yesterday) are something to do with an LCD Soundsystem collaboration. Which it clearly isn't. They want to eat my brains!
Ok, pathetic freak-outs aside, Arcade Fire are a fantastic band, I know this - I buy their records and I namedrop them as one of my favourite bands most of the time. And this rumour about collaboration is definetely not as scary as the things I was imagining yesterday. But come on, eyes?! (What are they going to do, claw them out?) Cryptic clues and all that junk - no wonder I had scary images in my head.