Sites...

Just to say that I'm on a site with a few friends.. I WILL still be posting to here as well but it would be really nice if you could visit it :)
http://dontletthebuggersgrindyoudown.com/

The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars

Well, I woke up at silly o'clock and have been listening to this song on repeat for two hours whilst repeatedly taking apart and reassembling a Gordian's Knot. It's based on my favourite book 'The Fault in Our Stars' by John Green. Enjoy!

How Music Helps Shape My Decisions....

Music has been an important part of our lives for thousands of years. Just hearing the opening bars of your favourite song can brighten your mood; yet to someone else it may make them want to hit themselves on the head with a mallet.
I know we all have varied tastes and I admit some people's taste kinda makes me want be physically squeamish. But at the end of the day, it's their choice and I guess; your own fault for not appreciating that.

I know that there have been moments in my life where a single song has helped me get through it. (Cue the least 'deep' memory ever) Remember school assembly silences? There's always one person who giggles. Yeah, over there in the corner. That's me. I'm the type who bursts out laughing in the two minute silence. Which is really disrespectful. So, in order to control myself I always replay Something, Anything by Travis just to get my mind fixed on something other than what my mind will drift to - stupid, meaningless and completely off topic, mutated thoughts. The ones that make me look like a bumbling idiot.

But we do all get those songs in our heads. Whether it be the annoying 500 miles chorus or something as beautiful as Unintended. But then the *insert generic mp3 player here* goes and screws up my train of tunes:

Now I find myself quite open to most music genres, even though for me it's mainly indie/indie rock and it's great for finding different tempos, beats and lyrics to suit my moods, but it can cause certain... complications.
Most of the time I have my player on shuffle so sometimes it can switch from Enter Shikari to... taylor swift. Which to be honest is really annoying. 

That's the stupid thing about liking so many different genres. When you get absorbed in a song and then the stupid thing decides to change to something completely off genre/depressing/too upbeat. Why can't it read my mind? (They should invent something like that)

Now I'm going off topic. I guess what I was meant to be saying was that depending on what song is playing, whether it be in my mind, my player or around is how I react. So don't say something annoying when 1D/Justin Beiber/ JLS is playing because I will most likely/possibly hurt you.....

''You're the constellations
   That guide me''

DFTBA,

Your British Blogger,
Kirsten x

Bad Metaphors

Now I don’t know about you, but I find it extremely hard to get all of my thoughts down on paper. Mainly because they’re just short snappy ones that only last a couple of lines and don’t fit in with many of the other little thoughts. This causes me to say a lot of weird things.
Lets take an example (see keeping with the pee theme): a few moments ago (whist writing this) I said, and I quote ”aaaw I just wanna ruffle his hair” this was said in response to me posting earlier that Brian Cox was a weird vaguely cute scientist.
What. In the name of all that is carbon caused me to say that?
I swear if you open up my head you’d see an evil scientist mutating every single good thought I have and the good thoughts would fight back…its just that well they’re a bunch of synapses and neurones aren’t they?
See what I mean? Partially good metaphor – kaaput.
KEEP ON THE POINT.
Now if someone would give me an essay question, related to the modern world; that I could do. It’s just the whole thinking process. Trying to think up of a topic. Getting halfway through what you think may be a halfway decent post and realising you’re an idiot and the post is just complete and utter trollop.
So, if you ever need an insight into my mind just pick the nearest fly hitting a lightbulb.

DFTBA
Your British Blogger
Kirsten x

A Stab at Poetry

So last night...I woke up with a craving for fruit juice...went back to bed and wrote poetry. Oh dear...

The spoken word is a difficult thing,
I beg, I say,
To differ, to dream,
For is not each day poetry?
Full of sound, sense and feeling?
And so I stand, back turned,
Bearing the weight of my world on my shoulders,
Trudging silently,
Living my life as I have seen many,
But what, I ask, is my difference?
How am I to find what others have lost?
In this cycle of colours,
Year after year,
Green, to gold, to brown,
A handful of fleeting moments,
A spiral of senses,
And what world is it,
Where war is deemed fair?
Love for the chosen few,
Where am I supposed to fit?
A piece among many,
in a box of seven billion.

Moral of the story: Don't drink cranberry juice at 4am. Bad idea.

''So take my words, they're all I have,
'Cause fate is written in the stars,
Give me courage, take my hand, take my heart''


DFTBA
Your British Blogger,
Kirsten x

A rather personal post....oooh alliteration!

So, it's Valentines day and I thought I'd share with you children a short story.
So it was Autumn/Summer of 2010 and I was doing my DofE (Duke of Edinburgh's award - basically walking and map reading and camping and freezing your ass off in a tent). We were setting up camp for the night and my friend started telling me that everyone had been trying to get me together with this guy, she constantly told me that she had been hinting the fact that I had nice boobs to him all night. (FYI we never got together)
Now that I look back I realise that I should have told her this:
I don't want a guy to like me just because I have good boobs or a nice body. I want him to love my laugh, my smile, the way my mind works. Not something superficial, something with deeper meaning. We don't live in the 18th Century! And if the way I look is his reason for liking me. Then screw him.
We all deserve a guy who likes us for us.

Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Where can I find,
Someone like you?

DFTBA,
Your British Blogger,
Kirsten x

Hudson Taylor

So, apparently I have readers! Scary thought that people are reading my thoughts and ideas... but I thought i'd take this opportunity to introduce to you some music.
These guys originally started out as Harry and Alfie, a busking duo (of whom I am the proud owner of a signed copy of their EP) but they got in a backing band and are now better than ever! So give them a try, clicky click the video below if you wish; and don't knock it till you've tried it.

Harry and Alfie by themselves...

''Because with every step
I'm lead towards the truth
So there's no use in fighting
I've no innocence left, armour has no use''

DFTBA
Your British Blogger
Kirsten x

You know your British when your told to PEE all over your exam

Point. Evidence. Example. Something I'm very bad at. Which is probably why my blog posts are always so short. However. PEEing is a rather large part of my English exams which are only in a couple of months now. I'm finally getting to the realisation that I don't have that long left in school school; and to be honest that scares me a little. I'm not one for the idea of always moving forward and even though the thought getting out of this constricting and frankly, ugly uniform and making my way towards the freedom of college is an amazing one; it's also daunting.

I mean the whole idea of starting over again, new image, new people is great but there's also the worry that people won't like you, you won' find anyone or make a good impression. Then of course there's new classes where hundreds of people are going to be smarter than you, using the bus system to college for the first time. Yeah, I'm completely confident...

Well, there's still a few months before all that and I'll be glad when the exam stress is over, if only for a little while.

''And if I was a betting man I'd bet you love me too
I'd bet everything I had for the chance to be with you
Oh if I was a betting man my odds are 9-2.''

DFTBA
Your British Blogger,
Kirsten x

A word on literature...

Well hi, it's been a while and people keep asking me why I haven't posted recently.... and to be honest I don't know why and I don't have any excuses! Anyway onwards and upwards!
So it's the 1st of February and I've already completed some of my goals! I got into college, I managed to finish Inheritance (which if you don't know is the last book in the Inheritance cycle, which started with Eragon) and with plenty of time to spare. I have promised, also, not to spoil it so all I'll say is that it's an extremely brilliant end to an amazing series and if you haven't started them (or gave up on Eragon) they're defiantly a worthwhile read.

However, shortly after finishing this, I found myself engrossed in the latest of John Green's books. 'The Fault In Our Stars', which I received, signed! Weeks ago! I managed to finish it in about 5 hours and it became, after an hour reading it, my all time favourite book. It is a work of literary genius and is more than a worthwhile read. Read it and fall in love with Augustus Waters. In fact, I loved it so much that I wrote fan mail. To America.

''What a slut time is. She screws everybody.'' - The Fault In Our Stars - John Green

DFTBA,
Your British Blogger,
Kirsten x