http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zCNHVMIYqiA
I'm trying so hard to not cry..but its all over in a matter of days!! My whole childhood!! It means so much...FFUUUUUUUUUU I'm actually crying right now, listening to that song..It holds so many childhood memories, and means so much to me..I DON'T WANT THE MAGIC TO END. But I will never ever again feel the excitment of a new Harry Potter movie ever again, or here this wonderful music accomanying a new movie...I can't believe I'm actually crying...:'( I can't believe its ending..its so surreal...There are just no word to describe what something as small and insignificant as a movie means to me. I have grown up with these movies. I saw the first one when I was three years old, and since then I have continually watched the movies and as I did I grew up, and so did the characters. Now I have to go and listen to this song over and over and over and over etc because I want to relieve my childhood so bad, this is what I am doing. And crying. :'l
Monday, July 11, 2011
Friday, July 8, 2011
AHDFNENFHJEBVJIEHFBHVOMG SKULL-DRESS!!
I bought a dress, covered with teeny little skulls all over it, and its bweautiful!! I just had to tell youuuuuus. May post a pic if your good ;D
Wednesday, July 6, 2011
Swagger Jagger
Swagger Jagger. Cher Lloyds new song. I have just viewed it on youtube. And my reaction..?
Oh Dear.
I'm going to be honest with you here. Rebecca Blacks Friday was better than this. Seriously. Its at that rate. Now, I have absalutly NO idea what the HELL she was doing during the duration of that music video. All I know was that I would have thought it was illegal to use dead cats as hair extensions..?
Most of the music/noise in this is basiclly a horn, or siren, which just iritates me. And she seems to think that I " Can't stop lookin' at me, staring at me, be what I be!" Talk about bad vocab skills. I don't "be what she be. That makes no sense, whatsoever. I think Miss. Lloyd needs to speak to Indi, and get some real songwriting skills. And I'd really rather not look at her..And I suppose when she says we're writing about her and tweeting about her, yes thats true, though she doesn't seem to realise that its not always nice things we write about you Miss. Lloyd..
And those signature loop earings, bandana used as a hairband, worringingly strange facial expressions, and the adidas looking brand shoes...all obvious signs of her being, to put it simply, a chav. And then for her song, to take a worst turn. At the start its quick, and rough, and then it slows down abruptly, leaving me quite baffled, as she wails "Swagger Jagger, swagger jagger, you should get sooome of your own." Maybe we would if any of us actually knew what it was..Maybe its a disease involving too much adidas and foundation...And when she says "GET ON THE FLAAAAAW!!" I can't help but burst out laughing at the way she says floor. Flaaaaw!!
And then at the end shes pressing some buttons on her ipod, and then picks up a boombox as if people actually still walk down the street with those, but it makes no sense why she would need a boombox if she has in ipod. But all in all, she hasn't done her self any favours. There were so many things wrong with it.
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And so there was my crippling review of swagger jagger. I think Cher Lloyd is the definition of a tangerine whos not orange. she has all the other qualities..
To see Swagger Jagger for yourself, click here! http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sdbyG2MrBHk
(Warning, viewing this content may cause distress, and mental scarring. Viewer discretion is strongly advised)
Oh Dear.
I'm going to be honest with you here. Rebecca Blacks Friday was better than this. Seriously. Its at that rate. Now, I have absalutly NO idea what the HELL she was doing during the duration of that music video. All I know was that I would have thought it was illegal to use dead cats as hair extensions..?
Most of the music/noise in this is basiclly a horn, or siren, which just iritates me. And she seems to think that I " Can't stop lookin' at me, staring at me, be what I be!" Talk about bad vocab skills. I don't "be what she be. That makes no sense, whatsoever. I think Miss. Lloyd needs to speak to Indi, and get some real songwriting skills. And I'd really rather not look at her..And I suppose when she says we're writing about her and tweeting about her, yes thats true, though she doesn't seem to realise that its not always nice things we write about you Miss. Lloyd..
And those signature loop earings, bandana used as a hairband, worringingly strange facial expressions, and the adidas looking brand shoes...all obvious signs of her being, to put it simply, a chav. And then for her song, to take a worst turn. At the start its quick, and rough, and then it slows down abruptly, leaving me quite baffled, as she wails "Swagger Jagger, swagger jagger, you should get sooome of your own." Maybe we would if any of us actually knew what it was..Maybe its a disease involving too much adidas and foundation...And when she says "GET ON THE FLAAAAAW!!" I can't help but burst out laughing at the way she says floor. Flaaaaw!!
And then at the end shes pressing some buttons on her ipod, and then picks up a boombox as if people actually still walk down the street with those, but it makes no sense why she would need a boombox if she has in ipod. But all in all, she hasn't done her self any favours. There were so many things wrong with it.
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And so there was my crippling review of swagger jagger. I think Cher Lloyd is the definition of a tangerine whos not orange. she has all the other qualities..
To see Swagger Jagger for yourself, click here! http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sdbyG2MrBHk
(Warning, viewing this content may cause distress, and mental scarring. Viewer discretion is strongly advised)
Monday, July 4, 2011
Guess What??
I joined twitter! :) How exciting, I know, because you guys just NEEDED to know that :P
Sunday, July 3, 2011
Saturday, July 2, 2011
Emptyness
I am filled with an ice-cold dread, knowing it is too late to undo what I have done. I am impossibly alone in this world, as the water pours down my face and body, I slump against the wall, wishing unto no end that the darkness, the blackness, take me, and envelope me into its welcoming arms. I feel hollow inside. There is nothing. Just the memories I try to ignore, and ignorance is bliss. But not for long, and never for me. I can never escape what I've done. The memories will torment me forever, and when the sun rises, it will come back all too fast, and the pain will resume. There is no reasurring me. And there is no one who can. No one who knows.
I am impossibly alone in this world.
I am impossibly alone in this world.
Friday, July 1, 2011
Sometimes, it hurts
The bruises you inflicts don't last forever. But your harsh words cut me like knives, their memory fresh in my mind every time I see you. So I walk alone, away into the dark empty cold night, tears pooling in my eyes. Only to have to return to my prison, to have to face your cold words once more.
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