'Hey, you. Don't watch that. Watch this.'

I've basically been sitting back and listening to music 24/7. When I'm not listening to it, I'm writing songs. This is to give you an idea of how important music is to me. I CANNOT STRESS THIS ENOUGH

So I've got a few more songs I've been listening to a lot, or at least been listening to slightly more than any other songs.





Now before you say 'Oh Milly, these songs are sooo last year' and begin getting all snobbish on my ass, well don't. I can't stand people that take pride in telling the world they like new songs that no-one's heard of so that they can scoff at people who ask them what they're on about, and then decide a song ceases to be good a year after it was first popular. Songs don't change, trends do. And I'm not big on trends, thanks. I'm not saying all new music is awful, I'm saying don't stop liking it just because everyone else has.

Also I know this is a short entry, I haven't got a lot of time on my hands

xx

(Madness - One Step Beyond)

'I got freedom and my youth'

Okay okay I'm late, but I'm here now so stop shouting.

So since last time, I guess I've collected a few titbits of interesting things to share with you. Firstly...






I really did just stumble upon this from seeing it in my Facebook feed and I fell in love. I'm not going to pretend I'm some sort of skateboarding prodigy, I can only just go round corners without falling off, but I do have a lot of appreciation for it. I think I really got into it, the whole grunge/punk/skate culture when I was about 9. I was a walking talking tomboy cliché, I'll admit it. But I do still have a soft spot for it. And this video just makes me feel so laid back. There's never a dull moment with it, and I can't think of a better track (or a better video for that track. I don't care if it already has a video). I just hope the people from it don't rain lawyers down on me, or worse, shut down the blog D:

I also got a hair cut today. I know I said I wouldn't do anything with it until next year but then i realised that's stupid because it's just hair and if you fancy getting it cut then just do, and it'll grow back anyway if you don't like it. That said, I do love my hair now. Before, one particular boy had said I looked like Kurt Russell.

Now that's not bad, and while admittedly eyepatches are scientifically proven to dramatically increase your awesomeness output, I'd rather not look like a man. So obviously I decided to go for a crop, the least masculine haircut invented.

...

(This is my eyepatch)


I think I might go ginger next, or bright bright red. Not sure yet. Though I have wanted to be ginger since I was a kid...


Seeing as this blog is a round-up of all things from when I was like 10, I think some music I got into at that age would finish it off nicely.

The Distillers- Drain The Blood


Slipknot- Before I Forget


My music taste has matured a lot since then. Though I still love The Distillers. And have a girl crush on Brody Dalle.

I should also mention now that I'm hoping to bring out a fanzine at some point, but I'm pretty busy as it is so it might be a while. Just look out for little paper zines littered around Canterbury. And I'm hoping to be a part of a website project by a friend of mine based on his own zine (which I don't know enough about yet and I don't want to jinx so I'll keep schtum about) but more on that when I know. If you fancy helping me smuggle zines about the place, or want to contribute articles, thoughts, whatever, you know who to call. (No, not Ghostbusters, you should call me.)

XXX

(The Distillers - Young Crazed Peeling)

'Treasure every beating heart that sets your soul on fire'

Yes, I'm back to bore you again. I'm so non-committed to life, I can't even commit to being non-committed to this blog. Which is contradictory...I think.

Anyway, it seems my tirade against clichéd lazy teenagers and my attempts to get people off Facebook and actually meeting in person has worked! It has worked so well, that pretty much everyone I know is socialising now. Yay! Many are at parties, or on holidays, or just going out having fun. And I'm here, on the computer. Yay...

o_o

But I don't care, because I went to Lounge On The Farm last week.

It was good but it could have been miles better: The line up was sub-par, the alcohol restrictions were soul-crushing and the price of the ticket was a lot higher than last year. Although I wish I had saved up and gone to the iTunes or Latitude festival, I reckon the atmosphere was unbeatable, with everyone looking out for each other and it being a true Kentish farm festival. It was a pretty memorable weekend, even if I can't actually remember much of Saturday night...

The important thing was the music, however. I only saw a few bands but what I saw rarely dissapointed. Television Personalities were obviously on my list, as were Cocos Lovers and Kitty, Daisy & Lewis. Bands I stumbled across seemed to have the most impact, however. One friend of mine got me to see Summer Camp, who I'd never heard of before, and I kicked myself afterwards for almost missing out on them. They were pretty incredible, and battled through a brilliant indie/eighties sounding pop set despite the tough crowd and technical sound screw-ups.

My favourite band were Frankie & The Heartstrings. Again, I didn't really know who they were, but I went to see them because I liked their name. It was a small crowd but I felt an affinity with everyone there once Frankie Frances got singing. He gave a spine-tingling performance and managed to change my outlook on life, love, music and singing. He's a very influential, talented, good-looking chap, and I can safely say Frankie & The Heartstrings changed my life. I don't care that it sounds cliché.

Here are some appetisers, soups if you like, from the cream of the crop that played at Lounge.

Frankie & The Heartstrings - Fragile


Summer Camp - Ghost Train


Cocos Lovers - Time To Stand


You can thank me in person. x

(King Charles- Love Lust)

'I'm sure I must be someone, now I'm gonna find out who'

Well, it's been quite nice, but I cannot be bothered with this blog much longer. It's quite hard enough trying to keep up with school work (something I never thought I'd care about enough to mention), as well as social networking, emails, MSN, the onslaught of carrier pigeons from the fans of mine from abroad who haven't got computers. LOL jk the carrier pigeons carry numerous copies of my phone number to send to all the gorgeous boys I have met on my travels around the world and who find me irresistible. LOL jk they're all hot Playboy Mansion girls and so they only need one carrier pigeon. LOL jk...carrier pigeons are out of season. So I'm quitting this blog for a while in order to get an actual life. Be with those people silly enough to call themselves my friends. Maybe even drink myself into oblivion with them, and smoke to keep warm. My GCSE's are over soon. It's gonna be a great summer. Hopefully going up to Camden, maybe. I might even do a post about my summer, if I decide it's worth it. And hey, my mates are my world, and the world is my oyster, so I just want so spend some time with my oyster. Just a bit more time than I do now. I love that oyster. Dedicated.

I'll see you later. Take care. Don't do anything I wouldn't do. And if you do, put it on Youtube and buy some glue with any money you make from it.

Tally ho.
Xxx

Reasons To Be Cheerful, Part Two.

Last day of school,
Leaving clues,
Watching Derren Brown argue.
Evening on the beach,
Grumpy police,
Smirnoff Ice and WKD.
Stephen Fry,
Sunny outside,
Walking round the village at night.
Dusty lawn,
Stretches and yawns,
Don't have to get up at the crack of dawn!
Doctor Who,
Bottles of new
Tresemme spray and nice shampoo :)
Bon Iver,
Going...where?
Stopping and taking time to stare
Seeing new things
New songs to sing
Meeting your friends in the evening.
Frankenstein,
Brand new tights,
The cliché side of the pillow at night.

xxx

''Your conscience will be mine... all mine''

Because this blog is oh so boring right now and seeing as no-one looks at it anymore, I made up a little gimmick slash time killer for myself. Each post's title will consist of song lyrics, starting from today. Either the lyrics will be relevant to the post or, more likely, it will be what song I'm listening to at that time. This is supposed to give the blog an 'edge' and some theme; in this case, it vaguley resembles some music interest.

Fuck it, I know I'll get bored of it before long. I never commit to anything. Like how I told myself I would run the London Marathon. Not only could I not muster the strength or motivation or sufficient monkey's arse to care about it, I also found out today (the day of said marathon) that peole under a certain age have to run the gay mini marathon. So I wasn't even educated about anything to do with the marathon, just thought it were a larf. So you see, my committal skils are...well, non-committal.

Oh, and I managed to cook up a song for my music composition. It's called Saint's Day. Yeah, that's right, went back through the back catalogue of poems and other shit on my computer, found some old effort, and bish bash bosh, got a song in under an hour.

Who's laughing?

...

Me, you idiot.

Love you and leave you.
P.S (The song today is Stand And Deliver by Adam and the Ants...I won't go on about how much I love Adam Ant, words aren't enough. xx.)

'Telling lies, is that a surprise'

Yeah yeah, I know, I'm posting posts for no reason AGAIN. Don't have a go, I'm bored.

Like a million kids my age, right now I should be doing all my happy tidy coursework and revising like a good little child. Let's throw in a few house trained squirrels and bluetits...and a small deer. And as I whistle while I work, the shutters of the thatched cottage I live in fly open, and the friendly breeze tidies up all my papers and books into alphabetical and colour-coded order, sweeps all the mess from the floor in my room, makes the bed...hell, it even sorts out my pencil pot and make-up bag. And everyone I know calls me on the telephone and says 'Oh Milly, can you come out tonight? There's a marvelous beach party on.' And I simply say 'No I can't, I is revisin' liiike. Bare busy, yeah? Yeah. Yeah. Sure, no probs bruv. Yeah, soz, ah's working maself baaare, is mentaaaaal. Laters.'

Wake up now.

I think I'll just bitch about my REAL life so far, that's much more interesting. H'y'right.
Oh yeah, so, over at my dads the other night, and after watching Ashes to Ashes (yeah, Dad and I are so much better than those shit 'detectives'- we knew whodunnit right from the start, it took Gene Hunt an hour to work out and he still got it wrong. dick) I saw that there was going to be loads of eighties choons on real late...and I must say, I'm glad I watched a small bit of it. I was introduced to the wonder that is Fun Boy Three. Huh? What's that? You don't know. What a surprise, no-one does. Well go on that Youtube you cool-cats are so fond of, and search 'Fun Boy Three- Our Lips Are Sealed.' If you like it, tell me (I like introducing people to things they eventually fall in love with). If you don't... you can tell me that too. If you really want.

Oh, and by all means tell me if you like all my stupid idleness on here. If you don't... you can tell me that too. I enjoy constructive criticism as much as the next being.
One more thing before I go- I heartily endorse books. A massive range to choose from, you can like a genre, or an author, or a series, or even judge a book by it's cover and only read books with your favourite colour adorning it. I don't care, just read something. Anyone that still isn't convinced, and needs it dumbed down- It's a pretty film you can pause and take with you anywhere (weather permitting). Just go read, please. Reading is so enjoyable, I am risking failing my GCSE's for it, when I should be doing all my happy tidy coursework and revising like a good little child.

See you later, and bring some book and music suggestions next time you're here. Don't think I'm all give and no get. I'm not that kind of girl.


Laters.