Denial in Temperature

It's been like, 1000+ degrees outside this week. Dont get me wrong, I love it; but all I want is a slouchy white knit and a mug of hot Ovaltine. Is that weird?

Quote of The Post: 'Colour my life with the chaos of trouble' - Belle and Sebastian

:) Emmy xo

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Being Confused Counts As Being Productive

Having a themed productive/not so productive day. It depends how you look at it. Not so productive cause I haven't started revising, apart from a quick do -over of the genetive case in German yesterday, but I'm pretty sure I've forgotten it all by now. Productive.. cause I'm sat watching old episodes of Stylista and being confused. Being confused, in this instance, is totally productive. Yesterday, I was all 'yey, I'll go work on a magazine, I can do that' but then today has been just ..'ah an office with supposedly horrible people, no thanks, I'll just crawl off inside myself and live for one hundered years.' But I dunno, I think this is going to be one of those days where it's like 'when I grow up I want to be a magazine editor' and tomorrow it'll be 'when I grow up I want to be an art therapist'.. I've been googling potential circuses that I could join, but I don't think I can even walk on two feet on a level floor, in a straight line, let alone attempt it on a piece of string, several meters high.

I think in the end, I'm going to live under somebody's stairs, where I can't like, make any mistakes or turn around and accidentally hit someone in the face or whatever.

I digress. My productive day: watching Stylista on youtube, watching The Devil Wears Prada, reading The Devil Wears Prada (after finishing The History of Love), and flicking through magazines. And then deciding that I want work experience at a magazine, but then realising there are no fashion magazine places in Wakefield, perhaps not even West Yorkshire. And then I'll go back to the metaphorical drawing board of careers I have in my head and eating an easter egg. Sure, it's not yet easter, but I shall live on the wild side today. (Boy, I need to calm it down. . )

I can't cope in the holidays. I think I need structure and timetables, because left to my own devices I just read half of books, watch rereuns on youtube and stress about not having a job. I should totally get a job. But as a human being, I am quite sure I am unemployable and relatively out of the conventional box.

More easter egg, me thinks.

Quote of The Post: 'You sold you soul the day you put on that first pair of Jimmy Choo's'- Emily, The Devil Wears Prada.

:) Emmy xo

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Art, Music and Golden Syrup

So The Mysteries of Udolpho went out the window... sort of. I went to Waterstones today and got this, cause it's been on my 'to read' list for a million years and I couldn't find it in Newcastle and it was in my hometown bookshops.. .mmm. bad times. I'm sure it's beautiful, I've read about a page and it seems quite nice.

But that's not what I wanted to talk about today: I was looking through Dirty Pretty Thing's tumblr, and saw this 'Backstage' painting by Michael Carson. It made me smile, with the dusty colours, white heels, cute little dresses and cropped hairstyles. I wonder what backstage is for? I'm presuming a fashion show, but I'm hoping a dance show. Freestyle, all crazy and lovely. Carson 'primarily a figurative Artist who likes to tell a story'

'emphasize relationships of color and light and allow the texture of his brush stroke to move the viewer’s eye through the art'

I don't know much about art, but the relationships of colour and texture thing sounds pretty cool. If I had a million pounds I would totally get it. I reccommend you look at his other work, 'Yellow Stripes' and 'Blue Square and Flowers' which are also rather sweet.

mmm. On another level, I don't know what's realy wrong with me, I'm trying to be smiley, but there's something I'm not sure about. Rah. Anyway, pretty paintings, new books and elbow lyrics are going to change all that, I am certain of it. And porridge with golden syrup for breakfast tomorrow, nom. Had a silly dance with some friends I hadn't seen for a while today, which was cool.

The world isn't very grey at all. It's much better with art and music and golden syrup. Apologies, readers will be much better tomorrow. Will watch Silk on iPlayer, and finish peanut m&m's. nom nom.

Quote of the Post: 'We got open arms for broken hearts/Like yours my boy/ come home again/Everyone's here'- Elbow, Open Arms

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:) Emmy xo

Udolpho and a Slight Attempt at Bettering Myself. But To Know Avail. At All. Ever.

Impulse buy today: 'The Mysteries of Udolpho'. No, I don't understand either. But I was feeling all 'failure-like' and then I remembered that some celebrity type said they read War and Peace just so they'd said they'd done it and in a 'I can now be proud of myself sort of way'. So I think this is why I have a socking great older-than-Jane-Austen-time piece of gothic literature on my bed, waiting to be devoured. But, like the other pile of books on my bedside table, (my bedside table has more books on it than my actual bookshelf) it will just wait impatiently there for ages and not get read and then I will feel like a bonafide lime-a-looser.

Note: we're ignoring, at the minute, that I just spent £8.99 on it in Blackwells, not Waterstones, where I have an actual card, and £8.99 over budget this week. Again. And I have an essay in for Friday and bits of German to do and various pieces of revision, and hand in historical linguistics questions to do, so in fact, I shouldn't be reading it at all. I am very bad indeed. But the intentions were good. and the postive points are that I will have finished a literary great, therefore I will feel much better about myself, I will be well read, and therefore have better English and better grades etc etc etc. Also it's about a girl called Emily who 'struggles against Montoni's rapacious schemes and the threat of her own psychological disintegration'. It's basically me. I am Emmeline and due to the Universe's rapacious schemes I am psychologically disintegrating. I am pretty sure of it'.

However, slipping to one side the fact that I do Linguistics, naturally requires more science based terminology and not literature, so the new influx of literary excellence will do me no good at all. But I intend to finish this GODDAMMMIT. And as an incentive, I will buy and read Charlotte Bronte's Shirley afterwards, because that sounds equally riveting. I do reccommend both books. I don't read nearly enough, or nearly as much as I used to and I am dissapointed. But not anymore ! I will be well read and be able to talk about interesting books at dinner parties. Or book clubs and such like. I may never go to a dinner party or a book club, esepecially where they talk about reading very old Gothic lit stuff, and yeah it's a 'classic' but a film has never been made of it. The only promotion it's had has been Austen's Northanger Abbey, in which the heroine reads alot of gothic books, Udolpho included, has an active imagination and marries a man who looks alot like Jude Law. I think I may have mentioned this in the previous post, but the guy that plays Mr Tilney in the itv (?) version of N.A is hot, and this needs repeating. Naturally. Now, apologies for making this entire blog post a weak attempt in justifying a purchase on a novel that won't get read, but promises, I will be better next time. I have things planned. mu-haHAAA.

Quote of The Post: 'She blamed herself for suffering her romantic imagination to carry her so far beyond the bounds of probability, and determined to endeavour to check its rapid flights, lest they should sometimes extend into madness'- The Mysteries of Udolpho- Ann Radcliff Image from : heroine in training :) Emmy xo

Lambs, Mr Tilney and Images Stolen From Websites With Lace In The Title

Feeling especially masculine and butch today. This weekend the boys in my flat have been ill, there are no more chocolate bisicuits in the buiscuit tin and on top of all that I am expected to take large and detailed notes from university text books that happen to be a murky hue of swamp-pond green. Very much the unamused bunny this Sunday evening. In addition, the weather in the toon is being grumpy. It was lovely and sunny not three days ago, but now the clouds are crying, thus making my hair uncontollably crazy- curly ..
Therefore, in response to these dull and seemingly dark days, I have decided to go all floral on you poor readers again. I say again, cause several posts ago I think I was feeling similar .. but in a more blooming brass prints sort of way. I urge you not to take a look at it now; you will never be inspired by handsome floral wallpaper ever again. And that, my dear readers will enduce great shame to the Bracelet Lady blog, great shame indeed. (I also should explain that, in the spirit of the spring feminine flower medley, I have been reading Jane Austen's Northanger Abbey, and I think, ever so-slightly, that some of the language has slipped into my subconcious. Cheeky little blighter.) While we're at the explaining, might take a minute to say that Blogspot has gone all klutz-ish on me and will refuse to seperate this palaver into paragraphs. So apologies if you practically have to turn the laptop right side up for any of this to make any sense, but I can assure you from very far away, from the warmth of my darling little dorm room that you will perhaps process the information you expected from a blog who all it wants to do it go outside in a normal sunny field with bounding animal babies and pick daffodils. Or preferably tulips, because I think they are happy flowers and look to be singing to the sun.
Enough from me now, I am going to wait patiently for Lambs, Mr Tillney and Choclolate biscuits. Necassarily in that oder, dearest Universe.
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Quote of the Post: 'But when a young lady is to be a heroine, the perverseness of forty surrounding families cannot prevent her. Something must and will happen to throw a hero in her way.' Jane Austen, Northanger Abbey.

:) Emmy xo

Exploding Spiders and Karen Gillan's Style

Couldn't possibly sit at home and revise now. The shops are a mere ten minutes bus ride, and I think it's imperative that since this surge of inspiration has come to shop, it makes perfect sense that I should succumb to it immediatley. I have black flats and black blazer shortage...
Hmph. Fine. Will stay in and revise phonetic alphabets and Latin conjugations and not keep looking at cool pictures of Karen Gillan, just because it's doable. And I like her clothes.
Cheerio kids, for now.
images via: f.y Karen Gillan Quote Of The Post: "the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars..."
-jack kerouac:) Emmy xo

A Really Really Exciting Blog Entry

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