I'm plotting to make a thing, but I need some additional ideas so I'm hoping you guys can help me out.

I just need some answers to this question:

If you have, or have ever had, or might have, one of those pin-up cork noteboards, what kind of things would be/are pinned on it?

THaaaanks.

So IMDb reports: "Kids in Slumdog Millionaire Still Living In Slums."

I don't really get this.
Kids who weren't in Slumdog Millionaire are still living in slums. Is it that we're just so surprised that this could still happen to kids who have been to the Oscars? 

I'm not trying to be all soapboxy. I don't have a particular message to Get Out There. Is it because the children have been in a Hollywood film that that makes them better than they were before they were in the film and, consequently, they shouldn't have to live in slums anymore?

I'm just trying to get my head around this. Nobody should have to live in slums, right? Maybe everyone living in poverty should be in films.

They should all have been extras in 300.

I am solving poverty, right here.

This is ground-breaking shit.

Been to three gigs this week - and have future tickets for Casiotone For The Painfully Alone and Van Morrison playing Astral Weeks in April.

This week it's been Neko Case, Fleet Foxes and Emmy the Great.

Fully necessary for everyone to at least check out Neko Case's new album, out on the 3rd. Whole thing is on her myspace page: www.myspace.com/neko case

"The next time you say 'forever', I will punch you in the face."

I have an essay to write and a big meal to construct.

Wall.E

Obv.

I've kind of been slightly successful in keeping my shit together so far.

I've only missed three lectures so far, and I've caught up on one of them. I've only been sick from drinking once since the start of term (and that wasn't even at uni).

I'm in control of my finances.

I have a bath every day.

Shall I ask a question?

Listen, livejournal friends. I don't mean to be a totally unresponsive twat. I do want to communicate with you but I feel as though I've not really done that so much recently. I 'd like to. But I havenmt'.

I will ask you a question

What is your favourite thing to do in London? (Theoretically or otherwise.)

And I will put in on my list to do of things to do. We don't do much here. We have a world of opportunity to do things here, in the capital city, and we don't do much at all.

Today, we got up at half 12, ate a superlate brunch at 3pm and went to Brick Lane to trawl the Rough Trade store for good CDs and stuff. Then I had to get back for a party that I got bored of at about 11ish and went roaming the basement corridors of my halls trying all the locked doors to weird cupboards. Then a person from my course found me and we drank ginger wine and whisky and then tea in his room until about half an hour ago. And that;'s a really fucking productive Saturday for me.

Essentially, I did nothing.

What is your favourite thing to do?

I have all this stuff that I could do and I don't do it.

I suppose this isn't restricted to here alone. I suppose this isn't restricted to social activities and stuff. We don't much at all.

I don't really know why I'm posting this at all. Hey, I really don''t want to seem like self-important shit. That's the stuff I hate the most.

Maybe not the most.

I bought all these CDs   I don't know very well, today. I'm listening to things I've never hear d before. Does that count as doing something?

Please don't brush this off as pretentious wanktalking if you genuinely think you not really doing the things you want to do.

This is stupid.

I'm sure you don't have to be an idealistic (slightly drunk, okay) self-important student to think that it's not acceptable to not being trying to make more of yourself if you're not happy.

That, surely, is fucking wrong. As if you even get another opportunity to do it properly next time anyway?

Hey, I hope this doesn't sound self-important,. or drunk.

I've been more self-important before this. I've been more drunk.

How many words is this?
 Probably quite a few. Okay I'm done. I;m going to bed.

But really, though.

Oh boy, this sure is the newest year I've seen in a while.

This year, I vow to Get My Shit Together.

I shall do this in several ways, such as actually doing the things I intend to do when I intend to do them and to not lose my lecture notes by throwing them everywhere as a joke that nobody finds amusing. Also, take lecture notes. Also, attend things. Also, don't be shit with money.

I shall follow the words of Geoff Boycott.


"So when you get up in the morning, what do you do? You get out of bed properly. And that means all the way out of it - get right out of the bed. No half measures; you must get your whole body out of the bed: right out from under the sheets, right off the mattress, until you're standing up. You won't get anywhere slouching about half-out of bed.

Do you seriously think that people here wouldn't notice if you were only half out of the bed? Come on - wise up! 

Did I walk out to bat when I was half-asleep or half-out of bed? Of course not.

I bloody well didn't. 

Remember: the best technique is to look at that bed and then try and get as far away from it as possible."

A desired 2009 to any still looking this way.

X

And I went right on ahead and did it again.

Entering into my last week of work, I hit up the ol' Covent Garden Fopp with a Co Worker (my rather awesome boss, actually) to just go nuts. Fopp pretty much blows my mind everytime. And, even if it is now secretly powered by The Man, HMV's buying of Fopp has proved to be one of the greatest things for me and my discount card. I bought the following:

Sufjan Stevens - Greetings From Michigan (The Great Lake State)
Sufjan Stevens - Illinois
Sufjan Stevens - Seven Swans
Neko Case & Her Boyfriends - Furnace Room Lullaby
Micah P. Hinson and the Gospel Of Progress
Camera Obscura - Underachievers, Please Try Harder
Nico - Chelsea Girl
The New Pornographers - Twin Cinema
Bjork - Vespertine
Death Cab For Cutie - Transatlanticism
Patrick Wolf - The Magic Position
Cat Power - What Would The Community Think?
(Various) compiled by Grandaddy - Below The Radio
Bonnie 'Prince' Billy - Master and Everyone
Elliott Smith - From a Basement On The Hill
Modest Mouse - Good News For People Who Love Bad News
Love - She Comes In Colors
Mercury Rev - All Is Dream
Grandaddy - The Sophtware Slump
Cat Stevens - Teaser and the Firecat
Herman Dune - Mas Cambios
Neil Young - On The Beach
Neil Young with Crazy Horse - Everybody Knows This Is Nowhere
The 13th Floor Elevators - The Psychedelic Sounds Of The 13th Floor Elevators

All in the all, the whole thing was not as epic as Oxford Circus Day, but the total saturation of greatness in that relatively small shop was just The Bomb. I am going to miss this discount in a really serious and painful way.

Not only am I headed into my final week of work, but it's also pretty much my final week in the country until mid-September, so I'll catch all the rest of you clowns on the flipside.

So Belgium was really quite cool and Radiohead was awesome and Neil Young was entirely excellent, despite playing mostly songs from his newer, crapper albums, and Beck was great, despite being a Scientologist.

Slightly smaller band that rocked more than was predicted: DeVotchKa. They were first on at about quarter to 1 in the afternoon, before people really had started drinking properly, and everyone was really into it. They are a lively bunch.

Max unfortunately broke his ankle a few days before we went, though, which sucked somewhat, but we got given a wheelchair at the festival and we all had a time. Also, we met a lot of total winners, including this one guy - oh wait, now I'm pretty much launching into a full and rambling story because I've suddenly woken up tenfold and wish to tell this story.

Okay, so basically our plan was to go to Brussels a day early and hang out in the town before going to the festival the next day (and also to stay in Bruges for the day after the festival), and basically we're total travel n00bs (lolz) anyway because we didn't think it'd be necessary to book a hostel or anything for when we got there. By the way, guys - totally necessary.

For a really long time, it really looked like we'd have nowhere to stay. Which wouldn't be quite so bad, if Max didn't have the ol' ankle. We pretty much set up some form of base camp in front of the first hostel to reject us, whilst Poppy, Guy and I dumped our bags with the others and ran off to find places to stay.

In the end, we found that a campsite on the edge of the town (in a church garden, I suspect) had some space, so we headed there buswise. To get to this campsite, you have to walk through the European Parliament grounds, so we were doing that when this man - a suited, white-bearded member of the European Parliament - started talking to us. I guess we probably looked lost or stupid. (We were maybe the latter, but we were not lost, probably.)

Anyway, he explained to us how to get to the campsite and chatted to us about what our plans were and that. He gave us this a little tiny, tiny book of the Charter of Fundamental Rights in the EU and sent his assistant off to get more of these little books, and talked with us about how Britain saw the EU and how the rest of Europe saw Britain. And it was really cool, and he was the friendliest guy, all joking about and suchlike. He gave us his business card, and it turns out he was one of the founders of the Green Party in Germany, which seems like a kind of cool thing to me.

So yeah. We wandered off and that, and had an awesome time.

Also, I had my hair cut at Poppy's request, in the style she explained to the hairdresser whilst I sat there feeling awkward. I'm starting to really like it though.






Hey, and I handed in my notice yesterday. In one month, I will no longer be HMV's bitch. This fills me with mixed emotions.

Today was Oxford Circus day (I had to really make a massive effort not to start that sentence with, "So..." and it feels uncomfortable and horrible.)

So today was Oxford Circus day - the day when my brother and I went fucking nuts in HMV Oxford Circus, aka, "The Daddy". (That's not a real nickname anyone I know uses, I have just this moment decided that could be a good nickname for it, but I probably won't formally suggest it to any of my superiors at HMV in case they stop talking to me.)

It was incredible. The receipt is unbelievably long. It is as long as my middle fingertip to my elbow, which I guess doesn't sound so long but it's the longest receipt I have ever held in my hands, including other customers' receipts I put through at Christmastime.

My brother mostly bought DVDs and I mostly bought CDs. I only got four films actually - Toy Story, Finding Nemo, Manhattan and Boogie Nights.

The CDs I bought are as follows:

The Smiths - Meat Is Murder
The Smiths - The Queen Is Dead
Her Space Holiday - The Young Machines
José González - Veneer
Iron and Wine - Our Endless Numbered Days
Femi Kuti - Definitive Collection
Fela Kuti - Best Of The Black President
Sister Rosetta Tharpe - Up Above My Head
The Ruby Suns - Sea Lions
Kimya Dawson - Remember That I Love You
Jurassic 5 - Jurassic 5
Public Enemy - It Takes A Nation Of Millions To Hold Us Back
Gomez - Liquid Skin
Miles Davis - In A Silent Way
Jimi Hendrix - Axis Bold As Love
Camille Saint-Saens - Carnival Of The Animals
George Gershwin - Rhapsody in Blue
Giacomo Puccini - Gianni Schicchi
Radiohead - OK Computer
Radiohead - The Bends
Grandaddy - Under The Western Freeway

I pretty much went about going, "Oh - I need to buy this... Hmm - I wonder what this is like..." and stacking them up. I mean, I walk about carrying close to that amount of stock everyday - but to have it be all stuff that I wanted and I was actually buying was incredible. There are still CDs I intend to buy when I'm back at work, but I figured this would probably be enough to last a while.

The total amount of everything, including all the stuff my brother got, came to £381.98 and then the discount card kicked in and knocked it back to £267.39

Still, without a doubt, the most I have ever spent in one shop in one go. But so insanely worth it. I'm just sitting about here, listening to some of them, ripping some of them onto my laptop and peeling the stickers off. We walked back down Charing Cross Road and had lunch in a nearby pub, dividing up our stuff and going through everything we'd bought. Sometimes I think that this job and this gap year has been the greatest plan ever.

It's fully possible that Natwest will now have locked my card, fearing it stolen.

It's all good, though. I'm going to pin this receipt up on my wall. I'm also going to watch Toy Story.

(So, I pretty much start a lot of my entries with "So...")

So, the other day, I read this really awful poem about feelings where all the most clichéd words rhymed and shiz. Then I found an old poem I'd written when I was about thirteen and - WOULD YOU BELIEVE IT? - they were almost identical!

Is there some kind of secret template embedded within all of our genetic material, commanding us to rhyme "light" with "fight", and so on and so forth, in moments of general angst and alienation?

Whoa, guys. I pretty much entirely felt like that guy at the end of Planet Of The Apes.

("Have you guessed the name of Billy's planet? It was Earth. Don't date robots!")

Okay here we go: I took this meme from Michelle and it seemed like the perfect opportunity to try and force music onto people.

AND, oh yeah! And! I got my discount finally so I'm going to Oxford Circus and I'm just gonna go fucking nuts.

O.

M.

G.

It's going to be So Cool.
I'm going to be So Cool.

I can't wait, can you? No, me neither.

I'm also going to Rock Werchter in Belgium in July and I am getting increasingly excited about that, too. Radiohead! Beck! Neil Young! Everyone! Belgium! EEeeee.

Okay - this thing I got off Michelle.

1. Reply to this post and I'll assign you a letter.
2. List (and upload, if you feel like it) 5 songs that start with that letter.
3. Post them to your journal with these instructions.

I got "H" for haddock and Hoobastank, but came up with these instead:
(Oh, I'm also posting two versions of songs in a couple of cases because both versions have about 60 cool points each!)

UNO!
Heart It Races (Architecture In Helsinki)
Heart It Races (Dr. Dog cover of Architecture In Helsinki)

~ Download this song if you like happy music that isn't annoying, but closer to the sound of people who really like making music with their friends. I won't put lyrics on this because I reckon the lyrics are, for the most part, not overly deep.

If possible, watch the clip of Architecture In Helsinki performing this song on a residential estate in France for La Blogotheque. Marvel as they round up a rather small crowd to sing along! Gasp as they invade the homes of the residents in order to lean out of various windows and conduct their choir in the courtyard below! Love me for my alliteration!


DOS!
He War (Cat Power)

~ Download this song if you like Cat Power of any of the ladies who kind of run in the same veins, such as Martha Wainwright, PJ Harvey, Feist, etc. Not that she's necessarily loads like any of them, but she's got an awesome voice and more than that behind it. (Not physically, I mean that in a Whoa-Metaphorical way. If you require further details, I will write you a poem about my feelings.)


TRES!
Happy Birthday (Sufjan Stevens)
"I'm happy, I'm happy / Your birthday brings a pardoning"

~ Download this song. This is some kind of oddly placed, lo-fi little song which rattles and resounds in a way that makes you feel like if Sufjan actually played this to you on your birthday, you wouldn't know whether to go and cry in a corner or just give him a big ol' hug. I bet he's royally fucked up some birthdays in his time.


CUATRO!
Heart Of Gold (Neil Young)
"I've been a miner for a heart of gold."

~ Download this song if you reckon you could've had an entirely excellent time living as a part of an earlier generation. There's a thing about music like this, when it was all thought-out, meaningful and yet somehow effortless at the same time. Entirely excellent.

CINCO!
Heartbeats (The Knife)
Heartbeats (José González cover of The Knife)
"And you / Kept us awake with wolves teeth / Sharing different heartbeats in one night."

~ You Must hear The Knife's version of this song if you already have the José González one. You Must hear the José González version if you already have The Knife one. You might not like the other one, but it's important to hear them both just in case you turn out to love them both for being two excellent, rather different versions of one very good song.



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That's it, then.

I hope you are all well.

How can anyone not love the lyrics to "Graceland"?

So I'm updating my livejournal for the first time in ages, but I'm not really gonna do the thing where I tell you what I've been up to because:

1) I don't think anyone really cares THAT much. (Not in a self-deprecating, NOBODY LOVES ME! way. More of a, well, you've lasted this long... way)
2) It really would take too long to say everything I wanted to say. And I wouldn't want to leave things out.
3) I don't think anyone really cares THAT much. (Not in a self-deprecating, NOBODY LOVES ME! way. More of a, well, you've lasted this long... way)

I am still, by the way, a fulltime employee of HMV which has swallowed up my time much like a hungry fish, but I work with a bunch of people I really like a lot, so it's okay really. I've also almost doubled my CD collection - definitely doubled my DVD collection - since starting there in October, and I don't even start getting my staff discount until next month. It's too enticing.

I think I'll probably just say some things now.

Um. I'm in a bit of a, "I'm going to say some things" mood.

How is everyone? I think everyone who reads this should comment with a single sentence about one thing you've done since I last posted. (October, I think?) It doesn't have to be the biggest thing you did - it could just be that you had toast for breakfast this morning. (I know I did.) Although it could be that you have, since October, gotten married and had many children. (I know I didn't.) But I think that if the latter is something that's happened to you since October, then I probably should already know about it and, if I don't, then why the hell do we know each other at all?

Every new paragraph I start, I am holding myself back from going, "HEY EVERYONE - YOU SHOULD LISTEN TO THIS SONG..!"

HEY EVERYONE -

Oh man, if I haven't got a feature length script of my entire own finished - or at least very thoroughly planned - by the time I turn 20, I'm going to be so fucked off.

I start university this October, by the by. Biology.

Hey, so I think everyone who reads this should comment with a single sentence about one thing you've done since I last posted. (October, I think?)

Does this post sound downbeat? I think it sounds a little downbeat. I'm not actually at all unhappy. Guys, I'm having a time. I think it's been the recently listening to Casiotone For The Painfully Alone, BARR, Micah P. Hinson, and the first CD of the Bob Dylan "No Direction Home Soundtrack" bootlegs. (Not that this music is at all depressing, but I think it would tend to make you talk like this. Like a total cockbag.)

Hey, so I think everyone who reads this should comment with a single sentence about one thing you've done since I last posted. (October, I think?)

I hope you're all doing great things and having great fun.

Mostly I just really could not be bothered to update this. Cos, yknow - it'd be a lot of me going  -

"Look at our camping trip!"

The following things have happened in recent times

(This is my update before I leave. For ever.)

(No, not really - I'm going to Suffolk on Sunday but will be back next Friday. I know you were worried for a second then, but it's really okay. I could never leave you.)

(I'm not really that sure who I'm talking to.)

Okay - so the following things:

* My exams finished.

* My mother told me to stop making stupid faces at her because it didn't look nice. I went and spent a good half-hour making various faces at myself in the mirror. I have reached the conclusion that my mother is wrong and I am excellent.

* This happened. Rather exciting. Very big secret (I know it seems as though I probably shouldn't really post it on here, but it's mostly a secret kept from Real Life People. And mostly a secret kept from Real Life People At School - to save me having to explain and answer questions and stuff.) A lot of you already know, so it's alright anyway.

Now I am going to go. I have a green dress, silver shoes and a prom to go to. I feel a bit lame.

[mood | busy ]

[music| Belle and Sebastian - If She Wants Me ] ~ If I could do just one near-perfect thing, I'd be happy

I think I've sort of made up my mind about that friend-locked entry - thank you everyone who was really helpful and patient and generally awesome at lovely advice-giving. I'm going to go with the risk thing. And see what happens...

The bulk of my exams are overrrrr - just two more that I'm not too bothered about anymore. And then it's off to Suffolk Malaysia France Scotland (it's a new hybrid) as soon as I can steal enough money to get me there (actually pilfering through my savings...)

QUESTION.

And this is an IMPORTANT question.

I am looking for help from you music buffs and such, because I am trying to compile a collection of covers.

But they are very specific covers.

They are covers of songs by BIG FAMOUS MUSICIANS, done by their less-famous children.

Example:

Shana Morrison, daughter of Van Morrison, covering his song - "Sweet Thing."

Has this happened elsewhere? It feels totally weird listening to it and I'm wondering if it's like that with over covers by the children of big musicians. If you have any covers that are like this - I'd have to do something really nice for you in return, if you sent it to me.

THANKS.

WINNER!

I've spent most of today watching Eddie Izzard clips on youtube - so here is a gift of one of them.

Heyyyy - who knew it? It's June. I could've sworn it was January, like, ooooooooomg, last week?

[mood | amused ]

[music | Shana Morrison - Sweet Thing ] ~ And I shall watch the ferry-boats and they'll get high / On a bluer ocean against tomorrow's sky

 But one suspects that if I truly did have 8 bits - and by "bits" I mean "limbs" not other appendages which your minds may have initially jumped to (I, in fact, haven't even got one penis, let alone eight.) - I would get far more work done than I am currently.

Unless this counts as work. It definitely should, because it's so much fun:

I've been making more mix tapes as postable gifts. I have so far made one for Jen, Fi, Amy and - finished yesterday evening - Clare. Anyone here can totally request one, if you're comfortable with giving me your address - cos I've got lots of blank tapes and a unquenchable desire to ignore my impending A Levels.

Unfortunately, I forgot to take a picture of Jen's before sending it out and this breaks my heart quite a lot.


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I have also made another t-shirt, modelled here by my own self. In case you are unable to read it or view it properly, it is of an octopus - whose tendrilly limbs twist off all over the shop, including some round the back (an awesome feat of screenprinting engineerery) - with the wholly true statement, "i've got 8 bits" on the back.



Also visible: my bed with mountainous duvet-pile and yellow Jenny Lewis t-shirt, below the corkboardy wonderment of general crap I find and hoard and pin up on my wall. (To enable optimum own-back-photography, I have placed the camera on the shelf in my wardrobe and stood on a chair. Points to Jade for resourcefulness)

Credit must go to Poppy who is the original creator of the 8-bits phrase - right? I can't really remember.

Next t-shirt to be completed: Jack's "Hugh Laurie" t-shirt - promise.  

[mood | havin' a RAVE]

[music | Buffalo Springfield - For What's It's Worth] ~ What a field day for the heat / A thousand people in the street

Fully aware that much of what I post is stuff no-one wants to know, I nevertheless post this, knowing that LiveJournal is geared towards people who want to tell things that no-one is willing to listen to and that I am one of these people.

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So I've been making things.

I think it's in avoidance of doing revision (you know, so I can ignore the fact that - actually - I know stunningly little about Chemistry)

Actually. It's definitely in avoidance of revision.

And - in the quiet, petty revenge of the bitter sixthformer, so very hating the last years of school - Poppy and I (and Zoe) have been using art room supplies to screenprint t-shirts.

Guys. I am an awesome screenprinter. My GCSE painting skills were not so hot. My sketching took ages and was temperamental, but my printing (lino, collography and screen) are topnotch. I could pretty much give Warhol and Lichtenstein a run for their money.

(Well, no, I couldn't because they were Print-Kings and they have lots of money.)

(Or maybe, actually, cos they are both several years dead.)

Anyway, this is the only finished t-shirt I have - a print of Stephen Fry. I have worn it out a total of twice, I love it. (Please do not feel uncomfortable that the close-up of Stephen is also an indirect close-up of my boobs - especially since it is quite clear that I am lacking rather in the boobal area.)

  


I have also been making mix-tapes, which is an art-form I have pretty much stolen off Poppy, using magazine pictures as covers and writing tracklistings on my dad's business cards.

Two for my car, and one as a surprise gift to Emily - who, as many of you do not know - is a friend with whom I have travelled to school every morning for the past seven years and have a strange friendship based on persistence and apathy. I think she sees me as a sort of odd and lovable scamp and I do not dislike this enough to set her right.

After we go on study leave and leave school in a relatively soon time, it is highly likely we will never see each other again out of choice. So I made her a chilled-out tape - cos she's a relatively highly-strung person - for nostalgia and study-leave-calming purposes. I'm so fucking thoughtful.



Today, I also watched a wasp that has been trapped on our windowsill for the past two days. I do not know why it has not figured out how to leave the windowsill, but today it was dancing to Patty Griff's "Chief" as I played it on the hifi. I'm pretty sure it's dying - but what a way to go.

Because I promised you I would, Jackface.

My brother sharpened the knife that day and, in using it, I cut myself twice. But made a pretty successful Caesar Salad.

[mood | accomplished]

[music | Rilo Kiley - Jenny, You're Barely Alive ]  ~ This time you'll listen to the movement of your body / How it keeps on despite you and it frightens you / Because you're barely alive

We saw the moon get partially, temporarily pimped from Poppy's garden over the weekend. We were making pesto in the kitchen when her parents and brother mentioned something about the moon. (Max pretty much ate a whole jar of Nutella.)

"15 minutes, FUCKERS!" Chris said, looking at his watch. But in fifteen minutes it still looked the same: orangey around the edges and shadowed. Miles explained the physics of light-rays to account for the colour and puts Poppy to shame because, after all, she did take Physics AS level and, after all, Miles is her younger brother.

We went back to the basement and kept on drinking.

At midnight, Poppy, Guy and I decided we did not have enough alcohol anymore and we dragged the bikes out of the basement. Let's cycle to Kingston - what a bloody great plan - there's DEFINITELY be somewhere open. And we put our coats on and set off down the river.

I was on Poppy's mum's old, old, old bike and it is awful - with flat tyres and a mudguard that is stuck against the wheel. I rattled all the way down the road and got slower and slower and slower as I slowly died inside.

Nowhere is open in Kingston - not only were we wrong, we are also pretty stupid. And I felt really wrong by then - like Regina-Spektor's-Shepherd's-Bush-Gig-Style passing out. We were in Kingston by then and right by Max's house - which was empty as his dad was out and Max was back in Poppy's basement with Chris, so we lay down in the back-garden driveway until my head stopped freaking out.

Then we cycled back.

Max and Chris were asleep on the sofas when we got back.

Apparently, Poppy's dad wandered drunkenly down to the basement and happened to take a photo of them both asleep. So even though when we got back they denied that they were ever asleep, we will soon have evidence proving otherwise.

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It is now March and this means that, on the Last.fm group I'm a member of ("The Monthly Mixtape Exchange"), I have to make a new musical-mix for the Last.fm user I've been paired with.

This month follows the theme of "Word After Word". Every track's last word has to be the first word of the following track.

This is harder than it sounds. Believe me.

Anyway - should anyone be interested - my mix is here: http://www.sendspace.com/file/rirbl7

And the Track Listing is as follows:

01: Clip from "Ferris Bueller's Day Off"
02: Van Morrison - Jackie Wilson Said (I'm In Heaven When You Smile)
03: Fourtet - Smile Around The Face
04: 65 Days Of Static - Face Of The Earth (Clinging On To)
05: Sufjan Stevens - To Be Alone With You
06: Jenny Lewis with The Watson Twins - You Are What You Love
07: Crosby Stills Nash & Young - Love The One You're With
08: Scala - With Or Without You
09: Madeleine Peyroux - You're Gonna Make Me Lonesome When You Go
10: The Bear In The Big Blue House - Go To Bed, Sleepy Head
11: Traveling Wilburys - Heading For The Light
12: The Polyphonic Spree - Light & Day
13: R.E.M. - Daysleeper
14: The Postal Service - Sleeping In
15: Iron & Wine - In My Lady's House
16: Santa Esmerelda - House Of The Rising Sun
17: The Beatles - Sun King Melody

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Peace out, guys.

[mood | <--- pretty much even happier than JoFo here ]

[music | Joanna Newsom - Cassiopeia ] ~ Go to sleep, you stunning sky; gently creep cunning by.