HERE COMES THE SUN,

nananana.

I hate to get all Brit-ski and weather obsessed on you, but JESUS it's good weather today. I just walked the dog. IN A SKIRT.

And then the downer: I got a C in my History mock, a borderline C in my English mock and I'm failing Computing.
This from the girl who got all A* at GCSE.
GAH.

all of the stars, are fading away...

So this blogpost begins about 2, maybe even 3 days ago when we were walking my cousin (brief biography: born in Birmingham, now lives in the Cotswolds with all the rich people and the farmers) home to his grandma's for the night.

With the dog, but that's a pretty irrelevant part to the story.

Anyway, as I am wont to when I am walking the dog with my sister, and in this case my cousin too, I began to blather on about how pretty the stars were, and how I always always notice Orion before anything else, and my countryside cousin informs me "You think these are pretty? You should see the stars in [where he lives], this is nothing."

So where was I going with this? Mostly I was wondering what I miss out on, being a city-girl and all. Yeah, there are benefits to where I love: mostly, urban dreams-type chillin', great shopping, sky scrapers, crowds...the usual. But things it would appear I'm missing out on - stars, barn parties (I'm not joking. Talk about countryside.) and long walks with my dog...maybe even the ol' village atmosphere, who knows?

Extrapolating a vague moral out of this: there are good things everywhere and no matter where you get born and end up being, there's beauty everywhere you look. Are we happy?

P.S. Speaking of long walks with Little D, I happen to have pulled most of the small of my back and I can't move and IT HURTS :(

Watching the Oscars

I know it's late. Whatever.
Anyway, I was watching the deaths-this-year-montage (and crying, don't laugh at me) and this lady came up:Nobody told me she was dead!
RIP is all I can say.

Seriously, I think she might just have been the epitome of beauty.

(Kathryn Grayson, of Showboat and Kiss Me Kate, by the way.)

I LIKE

This advert.



Highly cute. I wish I knew what the song was called :/

Emma x

FOOD

Credit @Sabine Davis on Flickr - http://www.flickr.com/photos/eleganceisrefusal/3180878280/

This is the interesting chronicle of my eating disorder.

I use that term quite loosely, eating disorder, because obviously I don't mean a medical disorder. Believe me, that's not something I'd ever take lightly; what I mean is that it's something out-of-order, ab-orderly, about my eating habits.
I appear to have got myself in a linguistic knot, shall I start again?

This is the interesting chronicle of my eating habits.

Point uno: I spend most of my life thinking about my next meal.
Point dos: I can sit down for a meal and eat a hundred thousand portions without getting full.
Point tres: I can go an entire day without eating, until about half 5.
So how does it work? I just don't eat in the day, and that offsets my extremely unhealthy binges in the night. HOWEVER, it's a pretty precarious position - should I happen to have change in my purse, the vending machine beckoneth, and then I eat early, and that is known as a fat day.

The point is, why can't human beings have healthy attitudes to eating? Specifically girls. I'm guessing modern media, because I know probably 3 people in my friendship group who actually eat properly. The rest can be divided into:

a) junk eaters who will regret it when their metabolism matches their appetite
b) anorexics
c) health food addictsd) "I don't eat" people (slightly different as not medically dangerous)

I really do think it's modern media, you know. I have no idea if I'm fat, thin or average because my comparison point is...i dunno, Keira Knightley or someone.

That's a lie, I'm never going to look like Keira Knightley because my boobs are the size of her head. And the amount I eat, I'm never going to reach her skinniness levels either, do I even want to? I don't know.

What was my conclusion? Oh yeah. Young girls these days. Fucked.

Emma x

There's nothing on the TV,

nothing on the radio,
that means that much to me,
nothing on the tv, nothing on the radio,
that I can believe in.












I love Razorlight, truly-dooly. However, that is not what this post is on, in fact it's on Chris Brown and Crawl. I've been watching the UK top 40 (because as I said in lyric form, there's nothing on the TV, although I haven't checked the radio) and Chris Brown is back. This may be old news, I don't know.

The unfortunate thing is that I actually really like the song.

If we crawl
'till we can walk again
And we'll run
Until we're strong enough to jump
And we'll fly
Until there is no end.

Mostly just the chorus, the rest is pretty rubbish. Anyway, the point is that I feel bad liking it after what he did to Rihanna. Is this something that the public is really willing to forget? I mean, I don't know the whole story behind it - oh to be a fly on the wall - but I can't see it any other way than a man hitting his girlfriend, and I honestly believe that that is ALWAYS wrong. Always. Period. And I'm pretty flexible with my morals.

I'll tell you what else bugs me (brief distraction - *ooh*, fireflies is on!) is the video. Have you seen the girl? Mega-star, hair shaved on one side of her head, remind you of anyone? Now, there's meekly creeping back into the limelight and releasing a serious-type ballad so people will see your contriteness, contrition?, but this is basically capitalizing on the whole scenario! That's just wrong. What, you expect us to forgive you because you're wearing nerd glasses and need to learn how to walk? I'm sorry but no. Absolutely no.

But...I do quite like the song...


Over and out,

Emma x

Also, just while I'm here:

Alot of you will have already seen this, but here's a picture that made me go aww, even though I'm not exactly their biggest fan:





















And there you have 3/4 Beatles, aged about 15 I think, and a random in the corner who clearly should have stuck with them for longer :)

I don't know why, but I really love this photo.

I also have another blog planned which makes a change. Maybe tomorrow, maybe later.