I Can Make A Mess Like Nobody's Business

I know that's a band name. But it's true, I can and do. And I don't mean it in the badarse way that Ace Enders does, I just mean I am really good and making things messy and horrid.
It was a full moon last night. And a blue moon. Maybe let's blame it on that.

Anyway. I didn't really know what to post today, so looking through some poetry (as I do, as a giant loser) and I found this poem, which I haven't read for a while, and I think the last line is the most wonderful thing ever. It also makes me feel better because I get the feeling Phillip Larkin's made a mess a couple of times. So I guess I'll leave you with that, and now I'm off to crawl under a rock and die.
Happy New Year. I hope this one makes more sense.

High Windows - Phillip Larkin

When I see a couple of kids
And guess he's fucking her and she's
Taking pills or wearing a diaphragm,
I know this is paradise

Everyone old has dreamed of all their lives--
Bonds and gestures pushed to one side
Like an outdated combine harvester,
And everyone young going down the long slide

To happiness, endlessly. I wonder if
Anyone looked at me, forty years back,
And thought, That'll be the life;
No God any more, or sweating in the dark

About hell and that, or having to hide
What you think of the priest. He
And his lot will all go down the long slide
Like free bloody birds. And immediately

Rather than words comes the thought of high windows:
The sun-comprehending glass,
And beyond it, the deep blue air, that shows
Nothing, and is nowhere, and is endless.

xx

You Are The Smell Before Rain.

I would like to remind you of something very important tonight. And the very important thing is this:

EVERYONE IS MENTAL.

Because everyone is. Including and ESPECIALLY you. And that's why I love you.
I'm off to bed now.
Go and have some lovely dreams.

READY, SET, RESOLVE!

"So this is the New Year, and I don't feel any different."

Ben Gibbard, you spoke what we were all thinking back in those days when we were heartbroken teens lost in the world of puberty and Myspace, and back when you still had one thread of lingering indie cred you were holding onto for dear life.

I still have a place in my heart for that song though, Ben. Despite the fact that nowadays you kind of make me want to claw my own eyeballs out. Well... you know. These things do happen I suppose.

Anyway. I am struggling to come up with a New Year's Resolution for this year. Actually, no, that's a lie, I always struggle to come up with a New Year's Resolution.
Right now I am sitting looking at pictures of overpriced designer clothing and fashion blogs, listening to Roy Orbison and trying to come up with something. So far the best one's I've managed to come up with are:

- Be more optimistic. This one always pops up, but then I think, "If I were more optimistic, would I still be the spiteful, bitter, disgruntled, caffeine-dependent Anna Hyde we all know and love?" Okay, the "love" part was just for the benefit of my self-confidence, I know, but whatever, humour me. The point is, I prefer to face the big wide world with an abundance of head-shaking, glaring and general bitter comments about how little I like everything and everyone. AND I REFUSE TO CHANGE FOR YOU, WORLD, JUST BECAUSE IT'S A NEW DECADE OR WHATEVER.
- Drink less. Okay, this one makes me sound like I'm an alcoholic, which is probably not fair because I categorically deny that I am a boozer, wino, alco, sloshface, legless lizard, drunk skunk or otherwise. However, I do admit that this year my alcohol intake has been somewhat higher than usual. I think because it's been a weird, stressful year. Also a really good one, for the record. But potentially I should attempt to not drink so much at public functions that I vomit on my hands? Maybe. (You laugh, but this has happened more than once now. The hand-vomiting, that is).
- Stop spending so much money on useless crap. Potentially achievable yes. Not, however, likely.

None of these seem to work for me, so therefore I have edited my list of resolutions somewhat to the following list.

- Write more love letters, to everyone, ever.
- Talk to more strangers.
- Listen to more music, any music, all music.
- Dance more often.
- Blow more bubbles.
- And take more photos.

And I think I'm set.

Except I haven't decided on an outfit for New Year's yet. Yes, I know it's four days until New Year's. Stop looking at me like that.

So what are your resolutions?
I'll leave you today with the wise words of Jay-Z:

"H to the Izz=O, V to the Izz-A. Not guilty, he who does not feel me, is not real to me therefore does not exist. So poof! Vamoose, son of a bitch."

Them's fightin' words.
xx

Christmas Decorations.

Speaking of Gratuitious...

I'm going to take a small moment of your time internets to describe a love that has braved rough times and eventually conquered all. A love that is so pure that it could contend with even the most isolated natural spring. An adoration so potent that, if one were able to bottle it and consume it, one taste would cause instant transcendence to godhood. This love, my friends, is my love for this man right here, the man before your very eyes, Julian Casablancus.

You guys don't even know. I lost my shit when I saw the strokes at the tender age of 16? 17? (WHAT AGE WAS I!?! IT DOESN'T MATTER!!) and just now, after finally getting a copy of Julian's side project I am lost for words. So instead of talking about it, I'll just show you some supersweet pictures. (But srsly guys, you don't even know).

This is Julian being a cheeky cheeky boy. I like that he's being cheeky. His expression pleases me greatly.

This picture of Julian reminds me of Tron which instantly makes me lose my shit. While I haven't fully watched Tron in its entirety before, just the though of it brings back endless memories of mindfucks. That and HEY GAIZ DAFT PUNK ARE DOING THE SOUNDTRACK TO TRON LEGACY!! THAT MOVIE IS GOING TO BE.THE.SHIT!!!! So, in essence, this picture gives me everything I could ever want from a picture:

• Julian Casablancus
• Memories of Tron
• Dreams of Daft Punk
• MINDFUCKS!!

Here Julian looks like he's praying. He also has a cheeky smile on his face yet again, he's so cheeky. Cheeky boy.

I like this picture because Julian is being quite immature and using his fingers and his mouth to give the allusion that he is performing oral sex with a woman's vagina (ON THAT NOTE: I have a very close friend who also loves Julian who, for a major portion of the year, would meet me at uni and periodically tell me as many different names for the vagina as possible. Current preference: Minge).

I like this picture because if I put my finger on the screen where Julian is touching the camera, it almost like he's touching me. I can already here what everyone is thinking about this last statement but IT IS NOT CREEPY AND I KEEP MY PANTS ON WHEN I DO THIS!! HOW DARE YOU INSINUATE THAT I HAVE AN ODD PERVERSION FOR THIS PICTURE!!

This is possibly my favourite picture of Julian because:

1. He's wearing a very flamboyant Batman shirt
2. He looks very confused as the camera's presence
3. He is surrounded by wine, who needs that much wine?!?! is he a connesuir?!?!?

And that, dear webternets, is why I love this man in picture form. His music is also mindblowing and amazing but I am in nowhere near a pretentious enough mood to tell you allllllllll about it.

kissikissi,
Michael.