The Owl and the Pussy-cat went to sea
In a beautiful pea green boat,
They took some honey, and plenty of money,
Wrapped up in a five pound note.
The Owl looked up to the stars above,
And sang to a small guitar,
'O lovely Pussy! O Pussy my love,
What a beautiful Pussy you are,
What a beautiful Pussy you are!'
Pussy said to the Owl, 'You elegant fowl!
How charmingly sweet you sing!
O let us be married! too long we have tarried:
But what shall we do for a ring?'
They sailed away, for a year and a day,
To the land where the Bong-tree grows
And there in a wood a Piggy-wig stood
With a ring at the end of his nose,
With a ring at the end of his nose.
'Dear pig, are you willing to sell for one shilling
Your ring?' Said the Piggy, 'I will.'
So they took it away, and were married next day
By the Turkey who lives on the hill.
They dined on mince, and slices of quince,
Which they ate with a runcible spoon;
And hand in hand, on the edge of the sand,
They danced by the light of the moon,
They danced by the light of the moon.
- Edward Lear, 1871
`ROCKY ROAD CHRISTMAS DELIGHT
I really don’t measure out my food, and this literally takes minutes. I saw it on TV but my own recipe turned out better and very, very different; bash up some chocolate chip cookies in a sandwich bag until you’ve got a bag full of cookie rubble; we don’t want cookie sand, but a few grains might just help. Add glacé cherries and mini-marshmallows in equal quantities, until you have a rather large bowlful. (Not a cereal bowl, one of those cake mix ones.) Now take a block/tub of butter and cut out a third of it; melt the third, and add three broken up, super-sized bars of chocolate as the butter is mellowing. Make sure you keep it on a low heat, and keep stirring so you can avoid as many lumps as possible. It’s melted butter with melted chocolate, it ain’t gonna look pretty straight away. If you see your chocolate becoming lumpy and grainy, remove as much butter as you can and add a quarter glass of milk, maybe cream if you can. It appears idiot proof, but you still can fuck it up. It’s hard to, though. (I did, nevertheless.) Once it’s at the right consistency, and exactly then, turn off the heat and add the mix of cookie rubble, glacé cherries and marshmallows. It’ll appear as though the chocolate isn’t quite enough to cover the ingredients, but it will cover it, trust me. It should. It won’t be easy mixing either, but keep working at it. Spoon the mixture into a square sort of tin, and leave out until it’s at room temperature. Impatient? Sure, put it in the fridge when it’s near enough room temperature. Then wait until it’s completely cold to slice it up into little chunks – Wait. If you try and be impatient this time, your plan will fail. Wait until it’s completely cold, slice, decorate, and serve (:
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
Robert Frost, New Hampshire, 1923
Feeling Good – Michael Bublé
Scent of the pine, And I know how I feel
It’s a new dawn, It’s a new day
It’s a new life, For me
I Love Rock N’ Roll - Joan Jet & the Blackhearts
I saw him there by the record machine
He must have been about seventeen
The beat was going strong, playing my favourite song
Spotlight – Mutemath
And when you feel the war cannot be won
You’re gonna die to try what can’t be done
Man in the Mirror – James Morrison (cover)
You know the lyrics. A wonderful cover.
Old Stone – Laura Marling
And honey, I was never gonna change
And honey, you were never gonna change
Don’t you love, but don’t you love it that way?
Rabbit Heart (Raise it up) – Florence + The Machine
And Midas is king and he holds me so tight
And turns me to gold in the sunlight
John Wayne Gacy Jr. – Sufjan Stevens
I’m not a freak. It’s the most beautiful song
About a serial killer that I’ve ever heard.
Poker Face – Lady GaGa
I think you know the lyrics.
Pain – Jimmy Eat World
Anyone can make what I have built
Better now, anyone can make the take the same white pills
Natalie’s Rap – the Lonely Island
LOLGASM. I’m a huge Natalie Portman fan, too. She’s just one of those remarkable women.
O, Saya – A. R. Rehman feat. MIA
Oscar nominated song, mostly instrumental
Dream on – Aerosmith
Dream until your dreams come true
Dream until your dream comes through.
Kissing You (Romeo + Juliet Theme) – Craig Armstrong
Another instrumental; a very pretty song.
To Roam – Robert Pattinson
You’d know, you’d know it; you’d know where my eyes roam
Through the fog and hail, a scene amidst the snow
Teeth – Lady GaGa
I promised that I wouldn’t put an artist on this list twice,
But this song is just so different: I love it. (It’s fierce.)
Numb/Encore – Linkin Park feat. Jay-Z
I’ve become so numb, I can’t feel you there
Become so tired – so much more awake
I’m becoming this, all I want to do
Is be more like me, and be less like you.
Break – The Cinematics
I like my loneliness
And the thoughts it brings
The darkness can sometimes be a
Pleasure to me.
All the songs can be found here: http://www.sendspace.com/file/6c656r
All the songs can be found here: http://www.sendspace.com/file/6c656r
it's snowing in london (: i'm watching michael buble perform at the royal variety performance, and have had an exceptionally cold but very pretty and enjoyable day. gave in my college applications after much struggling, so hopefully i should make it to either strode's or henley. if i get to strode's, i'll scrape by, but if i get to henley, i'll go on to do good things. that's why there's only about half a chance that i'll get in, really. anyway, things are freezing, and i have one full day of school left before christmas. can't wait! it's josh's big fancy christmas bash on friday evening, which i intend to look DAZZLING for (yeah, right) but i won't get up to mischief. Much. Promise. After that I intend to barricade myself in my house with warm, expensive festive food and the best television for all year round until new year. Merry Crimbo, everybody.
i can’t believe how you looked at me
with your johnny walker eyes;
he’s gonna get you, and after he’s through
there’s gonna be no love left to rye.
I haven’t written in ages, and I’m sorry. Sorry I let this journal accumulate dust, because really, I do love it, and I do love updating it. I suppose I just got caught up in catching up – and I’ve had pretty big mock exams, too. Not that anyone reads this shit anyway, but it’s nice to have a release and to know there’s a possibility of someone other than Billy or Lana or Ashlyn knowing my thoughts.
In other news, I am now addicted to cigarettes and screenwriting, both of which are incredibly expensive, time-consuming, lead nowhere but they’re also two things I’m good at and that I enjoy. Disgustingly. I get ratty when I haven’t had nicotine running through me, and my fingertips don’t smell great. And I have a throat like a seventy year old’s vagina, but when you’re hanging halfway out of your window on a freezing December midnight listening to nothing but the sound of silence and the day sleeping over the horizon – that, that is a great feeling. It makes it feel en vogue to be a teenager. It makes it feel a la mode.
It’s one of those smaller things in life that makes a day slightly more eventful, or a little more eclectic. Which is sad, but I’ll get over it in time.
I cancelled Cowboys. Life got in the way.
Did I mention? Well, I’ve hated my cousin forever now but I never really spilled to anyone what the problem really was. He abused me when I was a child, from the ages of around four or five to about nine or ten. He’s been arrested and questioned for that and there’s an ongoing investigation.
Since the last time I wrote on here, I’ve tried weed, made friends with Nathan and started on three other new projects. Whatever I’m in the mood for, you know?
One thing that hasn’t changed: I’m still very much dreaming my life away.