Pretties

Just though I'd pop up a few choice pictures from prom. Altnhough I love my canon EOS film camera, If I'm drinking I can't handle manual focus, so always get a disposable, which never lets me down. So here are some pretties!

Ha haa haaaaaa

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wcANDk_Q4Ho&NR=1
Having a full on Smiths phase at the moment. But that video just made me laugh, because I noticed the gross amount that a person i know has copied Morrissey's mannerisms.
Still, not my favourite Smiths song, that's got to be Bigmouth or There is a light that never goes out.
Still, I don't believe in a Smiths reunion, or even goingt o be Morrissey doing all the songs on his solo tour. A mon avis the smiths were only truly great during their heyday.

Oh my gosh how I wish I'd been around to seen them at their best. Unfortunatley my Dad was around 11, and my Mother around 12 during their finest moments, so I don't even have second hand live smiths experience.
My Nonnie did go see Whitesnake though...

Too true.

Tenessee Williams cupcake, one of many I made for my last lit class. It tastes of working class strife and faded southern belles.

End of an era

Although I am mainly posting on my long neglected blog due to my facebook having been taken from me during the final run up to my alevels, I certainly have missed a bit of blogspot.
Tomorrow I leave school FOREVER. It's an incredibly scary feeling. I've only been at my current school for the past two years, but it's more the structure that I think I will miss, as well as the social life on tap, scheduled times to work, rest and play AND my Kate Moss of an English Literature teacher.
A few weeks ago I had my end of year 13 prom, and it's up there with the funnest nights of my life. It was epic. I completely overdid myself, as I will at even the slightest sniff of 'formal' having a huge hairdo done by my amazing redheaded Glaswegian acquaintance April. My dress was a relative cheapie from Oasis, but I've always hankered after a Mad Men style know-your-assets dress. I loved it, especially going to The Porter, a pretty low key super bohemian pub in it. I also amazed myself by drinking just about everything in sight, and remaining borderline decent, no unladylike drunken behaviour to report! Oddly prior to five months of terrible nights out, absolutley no alcohol touching my lips, I was the worst lightweight in existence, but now, I'd say I have a reasonable threshold for alcohol. Which I'm glad of. Basically, after prom, I realised that nights out with teachers are far better than I good of envisaged. I also learnt that wearing a wonderbra gives me something of a ludicrous chest. I'm yet to decide whether this is good or not.
Despite the absolutley hellish years I spent at an all girls private school, I've actually quite enjoyed school, as a whole. Despite my numerous early school catfights, and later school love triangles, school has been great. Really great. Really, leaving school symbolises the beggining of all the world changing events to come. After leaving school it means alevels are soon, and subsequent university, which means leaving my country house and loving West country mother and sarcastic father and odd little brothers. So odd. I know change is good, and the likelihood is I'll have a great time, but the prospect is awful. Awful.
So, last day of school tomorrow! Bring it!

Miserable mood averted.

Time for an update
Today I was moody. In a big way.
University rejection, slight pancake hangover.
However, there is a solution, which I feel I should share.
My ultimate dont be miserable playlist.
here ya are:
Oh! You Pretty Things- David Bowie
If nothing else works, let David Bowie tell you you are pretty. No young person should listen to this without feeling a little guilty. We have youth! And beauty! And style! Don’t be miserable!
Monkey Man- The Specials
I cannot be miserable listening to this, to me it is nightclubs late at night, pestering the DJ for this song. I have never got it played for me yet. It’s solidarity and friendship and above all, nights out and bad experiences with bouncers. Bad days need reminding of these things.
You- Gold Panda
Songs with no words are just what bad days sometimes cry out for. Something like the works of my much beloved Morrissey just would not work. The tragic lyrics just don’t help a bad situation. If one needs to indulge, which sometimes has been earnt, and utterly give in to miserability, have a big cry, that sort of thing, Morrissey is perfect. But this Lo-fi work of nonsense, babbling over a pleasant tone, just works. Instant pick me up. Good driving song too.
Inbetween Days- The Cure
Of course, all bad days come with an element of self pity. It’s only right. So although this is an utterly miserable song, the message Robert Smith moans is vital, ‘Go on Go on just walk away’ which we must do on bad days. Walk away. Pretend it’s tomorrow.
Two Shoes- The Cat Empire
Noone does miserability like the Europeans. For moping around, look to Parisian artisans, utterly miserable. This has beautiful French accents as well as sulky tones, despite the trumpets , it just sounds like Burgundy velvet to me. Remember, you have two shoes, and they are for dancing, not dragging.