Frankly Mr Shankly

also, play on words are fun.


excuse me while i take a ride in my roflcopter.

the views great.

Insignificance.

Sometimes i have these days where everyone pisses me off.
Like, it just seems like everyone spends all there time talking about these stupid, inconsequensal things that are just... pointless.
Meaningless.
They're talking, but nothings being said.
Its like everyone's just so shallow and..
I don't know.
idontknowidontknowidontknow.
sometimes when im feeling contemplative i lay down in the middle of the floor in my room and look at the ceiling and think about life and dream and float.
But its getting harder now, becaue theres constantly that tight feeling in my chest from all the things i have to worry about.
theatre sports, exams, school, fighting, the fact that maggie doesnt love me.
the insignificant existance i live.
i worry too much. its stupid. and irritating. and it fucks up stuff.
please can i step into a Famous 5 story and spend days lazing around having picnics and saying jolly and oh blow?

live from abbey road.

nobody ever had a dream round here but i dont really mind that its starting to get to me.

nobody ever pulls the seams but i dont really mind that its starting to get to me.

ive got this energy beneath my feet like something undergrounds gonna come up and carry me

ive got this sentimental heart that beats but i dont really mind that its starting to get to me

now,

so why do waste my time?

is the answer, to the question on your mind.

and im sick of all my judges, so scared of what they'll find.

but i know that i can make it, as long as somebody takes me home every now and then.

well have you ever seen the lies?

i took a shuttle on a shockway ride where people on the pen pulled the trigger for accolade.

i took a bullet and i looked inside and running through my veins an american masquerade.

i still remember grandmas dixies wake id never really known anybody to die before.

red white and blue upon a birthday cake my brother he was born on the 1st of july and thats all

so why do you waste my time?

is the answer, to the question on your mind.

and im sick of all my judges, so scared of letting me shine

but i know that i can make it, as long as somebody takes me home, every now and then.

you know i see london i see sams town,

holds my hand and lets my hair down

rolls that world right off my shoulders

i see london i see sams town now.

brandon flowers. you are my mormon god.

Is it just, that how we manage is not by love but force of habit?

Sometimes I just want to lock my mother in the little room next to the toilet under the stairs. I could slip her food under the door, and tape her mouth so I wouldnt have to hear her talking.

No, thats cruel and disturbing. But seriously.

'Why do you waste my time? Is the answer, to the question on your mind.'

Thank you The Killers, for summing up my reply to the 50,0000000 questions mum feels the need to ask me on repeat every 5 minutes.

"Did you eat breakfast?"

"Why are have you always got your earphones stuck in?"

"Why won't you talk to Grandma"

No, I had more chocolate instead, Because I can't stand talking to you and you wouldnt understand because your idea of good music is Vivaldi on repeat, and I won't talk to Grandma because she spends the whole time talking about how little I eat, how much gardening shes been doing, or the talks to Marjorie she has on the phone.

'I'm sick of all you're judges, so scared of what they'll find.'

HI BLOG WORLD.

YEAH WELL

im just so excited about blogging again that im going to do it twice a day!

blog, i mean.

WOW.

AND IF YOUR READING THIS CAMILLE,

ID LIKE TO QUOTE A REALLY COOL SINGER OUT THERE, WHO A LOT OF PEOPLE UNDERATE.

kimya dawson!!

'you're so nice and you're so smart. you're such a good friend i have to break your heart. I'll tell you that I love you then I'll tear your world apart. Just pretend I didn't tear your world a part.'

hmm. maybe not. how about

'You're a part time lover and a full time friend, the monkey on your back is the latest trend, I don't see what anyone can see, in anyone else, but you.'

There we go. Totally true, except for the reference to us being lovers.

Keep on truckin, Camster.

Friday I'm... Not in Love

Isnt that a pleasantly funny cartoon??

Anywayyy. I dont think im ever going to retro star.

It'll become like one of those totally exclusive bars where you have to be an A List celebrity or whatever, except that there wont be something stopping me from going except for a human roadblock.

That is always sick or buying wedding clothing.

Anyway, I've spent a sufficiently unmemorable day studying for a test, listening to Yves Klein Blue/Hungry Kids of Hungary and searching Natalie Dee comics online.

What a party animal I am.

Actually, I did stop from my ever-so-busy schedule today to flip through random photo albums.

I never really realised how cute and happy looking I used to be. In every photo I was like, glowing or hugging someone or something.

Not that I'm not now. I've just got that whole fuck-society-lets-go-talk-about-death look whenever I'm with adults. Primarily my mother.

BEST NIGHT EVER.

BEST NIGHT EVER, LAUGHTER RAINING DOWN LIKE APRIL SHOWER. WE TALKED FOR HOURS.

yes well.

went to vampire weekend last night.

It was.

It was.

i cant even.

IT WAS AMAZING.

'ace' as nobody says.

i love them all and their amazing cuteness. I even love indian/cubed style dancing women next to me and camille.

but seriously. keep staying indie vampire weekend, i love you just the way you are. :D