Monthly Archives: January 2013

Conor Oberst, I love you.

I got back from the Conor Oberst concert 2 hours ago, and I still cannot get over how moving and perfect it was. I’ve just been repeatedly playing his songs on my guitar, trying helplessly to sound half as good.
My friend was amazing enough to accompany me as well as buy me the ticket as a Christmas present and we were the only two ‘freaks’ (but really the others don’t know what they missed) from my 3000 pupil school attending; not to mention we were by far the youngest there. The concert opened with Simone Felice which was already great – I arrived at the concert only knowing a single song by him and left with so many more in my head. Following that, a very humble but beautifully honest Conor Oberst (you may also be familiar with him as Bright Eyes) came on stage, picked up his guitar, sat down and started playing. I’m actually sad to say I no longer remember what the opening song was, except that I knew it very well and the song after that was “First Day Of My Life”. It was all perfect: the way he poured his heart into the songs, the concert hall, the lighting… The best moments came later though. I most enjoyed “At The Bottom Of Everything” which is my favourite song and it sounded just that much better live and raw. His final performance was also amazing. The more he went wild, the more I felt wild. I would give anything to go back. It was just such a good feeling, despite that I felt out of place among all the 20-30 year old people who were, on occasions quite unresponsive as an audience… I mean, at a certain point, Conor got off stage and was literally on somebody, holding the mic out, trying to get someone to sing along and no one sang until he said, “You fucking kidding me?” – and not knowing the words was no excuse as it consisted only of la’s! I felt slightly more out of place when we got out, and went to get some merchandise… I met Simone, which was amazing as I now own a signed CD, but it just seemed like even he was thinking “Wow, these people are way too young”. I had a great time, and no one can blame me for having good taste in music!
Thank you once again Conor, Simone and co. for such a great night. I would stay up all night just listening to your vinyl record and Simone’s new album, but sadly I have to go to school tomorrow…
Come again soon.
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Mata Hari (aka Margaretha Zelle)

This weekend I’ve been doing a lot of history research.
I have based one of my drama examination pieces on Mata Hari, the infamous exotic dancer of the 20th century who had a tragic ending.

I’ve watched 2 different documentaries based on her, both slightly contradictory and I have discovered a whole new side to WWI.

I feel genuinely sorry for Mata Hari and yet I admire her courage. She lived life on edge because that’s how she liked it. Sitting at home with her family and being normal was far too casual and boring for her so she recreated herself. She became a new woman: the exotic eastern dancer. The war got in the way of her busy lifestyle. She enjoyed being on the move and she particularly enjoyed being in Paris, the city which truly defined her. Unfortunately, she got into a bit of a pickle as officers became suspicious of her movement and sexual life with other officers; but Mata just loved a man in uniform. She thought she could juggle being a spy for France just as she juggled being Mata Hari, but when the officer who offered her the post as a spy betrayed her she was cornered by two opposing countries. The Germans were suspicious of her being an agent for France whilst the French accused her of the opposite. Meanwhile, the officer who offered her the position did not defend Mata Hari, and no one knew that she was working with the French so they all denied any relations with her. Poor Mata. See what I mean? She was brave and she was in actual fact innocent. She didn’t spy on anyone, she got accused of it, then offered a position as agent, then got accused of being an agent again! Mata Hari (which isn’t her original name) died tragically but stood tall nonetheless. She was innocent, and this was her last performance.

A truly moving and spicy life story for a woman of the 1900s. I’m excited to be in her shoes! I urge you to read about her 🙂

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I’m done forever! (Okay, forever is an exaggeration, so what?)

My fellow followers and bloggers,
It’s time to bring out the champagne and part it up because I just finished my exams!
These were the longest 7 (technically 9 with the added stress of the weekend in between) days of my life and now they are over. OVER.
I don’t care what the results are, I’m just glad I don’t have to see the face of a school book for a long time.
And you should be glad too! You know why? Because I might actually post more interesting things, now that I have my life back, and don’t have to rant about boring exams (I swear this is the last post about exams… for now…)

I don’t have anything else to say except for:
Woohoo! Let the partying commence!

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Young Poets

Write as you will
In whatever style you like
Too much blood has run under the bridge
To go on believing
That only one road is right.

In poetry everything is permitted.

With only this condition of course,
You have to improve the blank page.

Nicanor Parra

(Found on

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This is me:

This is me:

This is exactly what I am seeking.

P.S. If you haven’t already go watch Annie Hall!

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Once I’m done with these exams…

Once I’m done with these stupid, stupid, stupid exams it’s time for a new era to begin.

Okay, I’ll stop being so radical. But really, once I’m done the hunting begins. I know that this school hasn’t got what it takes to get me into shape for getting into a proper performing arts academy or university (and I know that you all know that because it’s the only thing I’ve been talking about). I have already pinned some schools that I am interested in going to in the future, and I plan on closely studying each one’s requirements to see what I’m missing out on. Then, I’ll have to see what I can do, or where I can go to make things better for my future… and hopefully I’ll end up in a better place feeling better about myself and actually wanting to wake up to go to school in the mornings.

In conclusion, I cannot wait until this bullshit is over.

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Song Of The Week: Oh! You Pretty Things

I found myself listening to Bowie a lot this week… I guess there has been a lot of news about him lately given that it was recently his birthday, and given that he is releasing an album for the first time in 10 years!
This is probably one of my favourite songs. I’m really enjoying listening to it, and find it constantly stuck in my head.

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Come the light, start to fight.

Hold out a torch and shine out some light.
It’s the end of an era tonight.
Take a deep breath and lift up your head.
There’s a whole universe up ahead.


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I would party hard if I could

So, I’ve actually lasted out my week full of exams which I hadn’t revised for, and I have to admit for being so unprepared I haven’t been doing too bad. Except, that I am now officially dead because of late night cramming sessions and early morning reviews. I think I might have drained the house of coffee to stay alive but at least I made it, right? Ugh, but I shouldn’t speak too soon, still two more to go on Monday and Tuesday and then I can celebrate my freedom (by rocking out on band hero like the nerd I am). 
I don’t know why I’m still up… my body must be getting used to being overly tired. I’m going to attempt abandoning the internet for my bed. Goodnight. 

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