The Society of Friends

"He said sometimes he can't remember what I look like" Said C

She's going through a painful split at the moment with someone she's been with for 3 years, He's been living in a different city for a year they barely meet anymore. I feel for her.

How different we are. I walk away without ever committing to anyone. People weren't made to be possesed.

Rally the troops, streak on the warpaint and dance like theres no tomorrow; we aim to show her the Sea.

Sometimes I feel like i'm a million different people, with different characters. I have different sets of friends that I keep in touch with at different times, if they should ever meet it would not end well: Personality Clash's and such. I've always been that girl in school that flittered between all groups chatting to everyone "Eugh why are you talking to her?" because even the Girl that smells funny and has never seen a comb in this lifetime, has something interesting to say.

I can't remember names and I struggle with faces, but if your smiling my way it's all good.

I'm having to say goodbye to all of them but I want to remain detatched till the last moment. One set have pissed me off Royal and they shan't be told untill I am gone Forever. So there.

I want to be left alone for awhile go away somewhere where nobody knows me so I can think and because I have always lived in the moment and never thought I would last this long but I did and now I have done everything I have ever dreamed of doing what' is there left for me to do that is still novel? I feel ancient at 23. But childish in demeanor. I need balance.

Going by my followers I hope none of my friends do actually read this blog, it's steadily becoming more like my diary.

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Mannequin

Apart from the fact I'm always doing crazy stuff, the main reason why I agreed to do this is because I've always wanted to know what it felt like to be a mannequin. It was like being judged by everyone in a 5 second glance and I did start taking it to heart when people walked away dismissivly, like it was an insult to my performance in showcasing the dress.

A lot of people didn't realise I was real, so as I was getting bored I stood incredibly still and then I suddenly jerked and scared the S*** out of my poor victims. One woman jumped and screamed so bad she came rushing in and said "Your not filming are you?, it's not for a show is it?" We had to reassure her it wasn't a hoax it was to promote an evening. One of the assistants said I was 'easily amused' because I would double up in laughter everytime it happened. Observing the different reactions kept me captivated, I would so do it again.

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The Night of Life

Now I'm pretty sure i'm still drunk, its 3am and the picture above was taken an hour ago I just wanted to express my love for Manchester Nightlife.

It's Beautiful and I'm going to miss it when I move away.
Venues are so close it's easy to walk to one place from another.
Everybody is easy to talk to and no-one is particularly pretentious.We are all one and the same.Even if you hate the music you find a beat, your friends are your entertainment and the club smells like P.E Socks but what the hey thats Manchester.

I just want to capture my journey home mainly for my own selfish reasons, partly because I hope Nobody reads this blog and realises what they are missing.

Past the Kick-a-Cab, kick the shutters and the operators will open to order you a taxi home. Deposit my friends from Salford here.

Past Jillys, avoiding the scary Metalheads,

Past the Bus stop on Oxford Road, friends living in Fallowfield make me promise to text them as soon as I get home before jumping on the blue Magic Bus (Like NO i'm perfectly invincible in my drunken stuper, no-one can harm me.)

Past the Rock Kitchen at the student Union with its Burger van parked outside with mouthwatering smells and its Rat-Eared evolved Emo's propped against the wall groaning.

Past Zoo and it's OOper Class, THE Manchester University, Toffy students that Rave with ..get this...Like, totally badass glowsticks *Snort* Ooer.

Past Domino's Pizza and the Lampost with a HasselHoff sticker on it.Legendary.I'm in awe of the person who placed this sticker here as part of my drunken journey home.Do you know how much you make my night?

Past the Dark Ardwick Park which is sometimes trawling with sinister characters which makes me run till I'm finally

HOME and dry.

I want to be like this forever
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Daisy

I'm in two minds whether to buy this album or not.
I like what I like and I Know I'm not supposed to like this band,
But I've never given a crap to what I'm supposed to like, hence the eclectic taste of music.

I can discuss all genres of music with different social groups But the one group I can't stand are Emo's. Mainly because they sit around wallowing in self pity. My favourite pastime was screaming "Your Mum fucking hates you" at Emo's outside Urbis on weekends whilst running Kamikaze like in the opposite direction. What can I say We were easily amused.

With Brand New it's an exception, they don't whine but create beauty out of misery, surely that aint wallowing. Everytime I listen to an album I discover a different new favourite bassline/riff/sentance and every song is like walking a tightrope, dangling mid air, body tense listening to raw wounds being unashamedly Gouged open in an erratic manner. You want to look away but the human car crash is bewitching to witness from the outside.

In youth I had an even keel,
but now I'm not sure what is real.
It's taken me this long to learn,
that every dead is ate by worms,
and once they're gone, they don't return.

lorsque les proches were dying, the very same songs stopped me from being an introvert and over analysing choices that were out of my control.

For
- Winter + Dead people = Brand New
- I need to immerse myself in a good album instead of listening to one hit wonders.
- This will be their last album

Against
- Do I really want to be miserable? do I.
- I can't convince anyone to buy the album for me. I get laughed at. And I refuse to download songs from an artist I admire.
- Does this mean I am slightly Emo? and can I still save myself by refraining.

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Infamy

"Your not new, you've been here for some time." He said "Your names in the boys toilet."

I have acute Ugly Child Syndrome I don't know what you are talking about.

Oh but Fuck. Fuckty, fuck-fuck I'm dying to see what it says.

Damn the store Cameras.

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