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Zehnten Tag

Put Your Music Player On Shuffle and Write The First Ten Songs That Play. 

From my main Spotify Playlist (in need of some editing, it seems) entitled ‘Roar’.


1. I Didn’t Mean It – The Belle Brigade.

2. Show Me How To Live – Audioslave.

3. Substitution – Silversun Pickups.

4. Wash – Pearl Jam.

5. Discipline – Nine Inch Nails.

6. The Captain – Biffy Clyro.

7. Badman – Newton Faulkner.

8. The Walk – Imogen Heap.

9. So Happy I Could Die – Lady GaGa.

10. Thickfreakness – The Black Keys.

Bonus Tracks:

11. Fury – Muse.

12. Dance Yrself Clean – LCD Soundsystem.

13. You Are A Tourist – Death Cab For Cutie.

14. One Day Like This – Elbow (There are many different shades of Roar, y’know).

15. We Can Make The World Stop – The Glitch Mob (If I could choose a soundtrack for the more ass-kicking moments in my life, this would most definitely feature).

I hate hate hate telling people what I’m listening to. I could be World Champion of self-consciousness. Well – go ahead and judge me. And can I just say; all of the songs you haven’t heard of up there, look them up? Shuffle actually did quite well, I think. Interesting selection.


Anyway. More importantly than my loser taste in müsyk…

Today the lovely Mr. David Kanigan, of Lead.Learn.Live nominated me for an award…

The Inspiring Blog Award.

So I need to say a big thankyou to him. I would never ever consider my words to be inspiring at all, but I am very flattered that someone out there found something in one or more of my posts that resonated. It means a lot; cheers Dave. ; )

Next thing I’m meant to do after linking y’all to his page and putting the logo up there, is list seven facts about myself. I’ll leave that part out since I just gave you all that music^; that was kinda like telling you some stuff about me, if you listened. Then I have to nominate 5-10 other blogs, and tell them I’ve done so. If you want to accept and pass on the award, those are the rules.

1. Vincent Mars

2. Coco J. Ginger

3.  Pink 

4. Pride In Madness

5. Lesley Carter

6. Cherry Coley

The first two for inspiring me to write by doing so kind of beautifully themselves, and the rest for inspiring me more personally by being continuously supportive of my efforts on here.

In other news, there is a cat – normally a very antisocial little fella – resting his head against my leg and purring while he sleeps. ^-^

Lotsa Love,



I continue to struggle for things to say;

Joey continues to be relaxed and photogenic.




Is for drinking to the seldom seen kid…


As they go, today has been a very pleasant Monday so far.

I went to town this morning to buy a birthday card and giant cookie for the birthday friend who doesn’t like cake, (I know, who the hell doesn’t like cake??) and while I was there, two things happened to make me smile.
One was this card I found in Paperchase:

It’s funny ’cause it’s true. :’)


The other was the scenario that played out when I stopped off at Starbucks to grab a caramel latte for the road home. It went something like this:

Starbucks Guy: Ok, what name is it please?

Me: Why do you need to know my name? I want a coffee not a friend. 

Starbucks Guy: I know, don’t blame me, it’s just this new thing we’re doing… 

Me: Yeah, ok, I know. Sorry. *apologetic face*

Starbucks Guy: *one eyebrow raised smile* …So what is your name? 

Me: Princess Consuela Bananahammock.  

Starbucks Guy: Haha, yeah alright. I’m not writing that… 

Me: Aww, what? Fine. It’s Priscilla… Queen of the desert… 

Starbucks Guy: *laughs* Alright, alright you win. You can be ‘Tall Caramel Latte’ if you’re gonna be like that… 

Me: Tall Caramel Latte will be just fine, thankyou. 

*Conversation follows in which he tries to guess my actual name, assuming it’s something really embarrassing/unusual, and I eventually tell him I’m just Steph and he tells me he’s just Luke, and I contemplate asking him for his number (because he’s kinda cute, actually, and looks likely to be a student) but wimp out.* 


Perhaps I should have stayed brave and just gone for it, but then he might have said no and that would have just ruined the whole thing. Instead, my day has been made.  : )

Next time I’m totally being Engelbert Humperdinck. And I’m insisting they write it, and I’m starting a collection of cups with ‘my’ name(s) on.


Staring into space

Thinking about how I don’t have time to waste on staring into space.


Here is a picture of –



Here is a picture of a cat who appears to be very proud of the fish s/he just caught/picked up.

StumbledUpon that at some point. ‘s cute, right?


Don’t wake me up

Two smiles today. One of which my phone camera was too slow to capture, the other of which it just about got.

I will put the photos of the second thing on here tomorrow, and describe the first thing for you.

So I’ve been in the library all afternoon, trying to write an essay. I’m worn out, grumpy and braindead by the time I finally decide to give up. I step outside into the night, and am hit by a wall of cold. This is bad, because I only have my small jacket on me; it was brilliantly sunny when I left the house at midday. Anyway. I brace myself for the (too long, dammit it’s freezing) 20 minute walk home, and stick my earphones in. (‘The Bitter End’ by Placebo. Inappropriate, but never mind. It’ll do). Begin walking. Halfway down the long straight road that the library’s on, I’m just strolling along lost in my own little world as usual, and someone passes me on a bike. Except there’s something wrong about this. I can tell even though I’m staring at the ground straight ahead as I walk. I look up – to discover that what has actually just passed me is this:

A guy on a bike. Looks probably about 22 or 23 years old. Another guy – if anything, a slightly older guy – behind him on a skateboard, holding on to the bike seat and being towed along. Quite fast.

Got me thinking:

1) Do men ever actually grow up? If so, when?

2) Looks like fun. Reminds me of the time when I did the same thing, but on rollerblades. Except I was probably about 11 then.

3) Life would be so much better if we all did daft things more often.

Anyway. Here is a picture of a tiger being snowed on:


A friend sent me that picture because it reminded him of some of my drawings.

At first glance, it’s beautiful.

Then when you think about it, it’s a tiger in a zoo.


Smile, because it’s better than crying.


Ed Sheeran Is My Soulmate

Because my Mum said so.

She said he reminds her of me.

And there’s a cat in one of his videos.

True Story.

In other news, I have eaten far too many M&Ms today. I have not written a sufficient number of words of essay, and am consequently feeling like a bit of a failure. I have appeared retarded in the library due to my Ribena carton not having a straw. (I hope you enjoy the image that brings to mind as much as I enjoyed the Ribena). I have pondered the meaning of life, the universe and everything a fair amount. And I have just received some quality advice from a mug:

Referring to ‘Lock your door… every time’, mostly. I mean… Duh.

I like to live life on the edge. I think I will continue to only lock my door sometimes. You gonna stop me, mug?

I repeat; it’s been a less than satisfying day.



(So you’re running in a best of three, And you’re gunning For It All, May the King fall…)

Not a lot of smiling going on lately. Essays. Stress. Future. Stress.


This still gets me every time:

Even on days which, like today, have been kinda sucky.



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