Thursday 31 March 2011
I woke up and these were the first things I saw
Fog
I'VE REALLY FUCKING MET HIM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Phew, for a minute there, I lost myself.
I can't wait for the new Kills album. It sounds so good already.
I really need a new record player. My one is sort of fucked. The stylus for a start is on breaking point and the needle is as blunt as David's club. Plus, the sound quality is shocking. But that's what you get I suppose when you go mass market.
Get yourself together.
I love how Thom just goes 'URGHHH' at the beginning of Down Is The New Up.
I still can't believe that there's a Radiohead lyric by the name of 'I'm stuck in the tardis, trapped in hyperspace'. Why the fuck hasn't anyone asked Thom Yorke to play the Doctor? He would be so much better than Matt fucking Smith. There'd be no stupid fez's (just bowler hats) and no fucking about. It would be serious stuff. I mean think about it, the power of his dance would probably send the cybermen into oblivion and his left eye would blast the daleks out of existence once and for all just for the simple fact that it's too sexy for them to deal with. But no, serious stuff.. He wouldn't have the whole charming, charismatic bull shit. He'd just tell them to fuck off and stop polluting planet Earth's skies otherwise he'll pin you to the ground and screech Pop Is Dead at dangerous decibel levels. Thom Yorke doesn't give a fuck. Jonny Greenwood would be his companion and there would be no innuendos whatsoever. We won't stand for that shit.
Thom just asked me for another line. Greedy bastard.
baby alligators x
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Stop whispering, start shouting
I can't answer anything.
Please stop asking me questions.
We are accidents waiting to happen.
I love Jonny's drumming on There There live.
I am a wicked child.
THE FUCKING RAINDROPS THE FUCKING RAINDROPS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
SIT DOWN, STAND UP: WHY YOU SO GOOD?????!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!????!!!!!!
walk into the jaws of hell anytime
This song should come with a wink ;)
I do love the way that Thom breathlessly exclaims that he can help me out anytime. I appreciate it.
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My fake plastic love
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I like big glasses of wine
I still can't believe I met Thomas Edward Yorke.
Why won't tumblr show the reblog notifications on the dashboard? It's really frustrating me!
Also, I tried to do some work today. I broke down crying and thought about death for an hour or so.
Thom just told me how he made his millions and how it's all just a jigsaw falling into place.
My dad cried when I told him I wouldn't be here if it wasn't for How To Disappear Completely by Radiohead.
It's true. The walls are bending shape, they've got a cheshire cat grinning.
I really want to watch some live Radiohead. So why don't I?
Come on and let it out
Before you run away from me
Thom says 'last' in such an English accent. I mean I know he's English, but most singers tend to go for the in between accent.
"That's a nice way to start, Jonny" I love Thom's opening comment to the album Hail To The Thief, it puts the whole album in such a cheerful, beginning note.
I have to go into school tomorrow to do some music with my teacher who is called Tim and therefore reminds me of Thom because they're both very small and both adopt the Tiny Tim nickname (well Thom in Thom's case)
Pay un attention. 2+2=5.
That's going on my Maths paper in June because I don't know any other maths. Plus (get it?) there's a higher chance of me having a corrupt, Radiohead fan of an examiner than me revising and remembering all these pointless numbers.
It's all boiling over.
No normal conversation
You should of took me out when you had a chance
When the walls bend
When the walls bend
Thom likes bending walls
I like bending walls
I like Thom
It's like algebra (that's what Jack White thinks anyway)
John Simm looks like Thom Yorke. If Radiohead made a movie they should definitely hire John Simm to play Thom Yorke.
David Mitchell
David Mitchell
David Mitchell
Likes toasted eggs with Benedict Cumberbatch.
Dance you fucker dance fucker
Don't you dare don't you dare flan in the face
Stepford wives
Be right back
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Wednesday 30 March 2011
waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhh
Tuesday 29 March 2011
Haunt
Desire company, lack self-esteem and want to prove self.
Feel the disappointment and unhappiness that was present in childhood. cannot understand what is wrong. Irritable and dissatisfied. Friendly and open, yet feel that nothing is right. Restless, dislike routine, need stimulation and have trouble getting up in the morning. React badly to shock and have intense fears, especially of being in a crowd, and dislike going out.
Spend hours frantically sorting things out, but tend not to accomplish much. irritable, nervous, restless, and hard to please. Restless, hopeless, morose, and have a morbid imagination. No matter how ill, deny that anything is wrong and refuse to see a doctor. Prefer to be left alone.
Fit and healthy, strong, energetic mind and body. lively and entertaining. when ill, become violent and obstinate. May hit, bit, or kick. Illness characterised by restless, agitated behaviour, with extreme sensitivity to light, noise, movement, or being touched.
Set high goals. driving ambition leads to workaholism. an excessive sense of duty, always feel as if you haven’t done as well as should. Sensitive to others’ opinions and easily hurt. May become despairing. Can lead to clinical depression and suicide.
Very materialistic. See life as a struggle for financial security. Great fear of poverty even if financially successful. Clean-living, critical, meticulous, reliable. Fear the supernatural, prefer daylight to darkness, have very fixed ideas.
Monday 28 March 2011
Today I met Thom Yorke
So I got out of bed, got ready and headed up to Brick Lane with papa. I know I am one inclined to paranoia, but I felt it was awfully strange how when we got to Rough Trade at about 11:15 there seemed to be no sign of a queue whatsoever, however as soon as we stood in the middle of the road, within the next minute there was a magically formed queue that snaked round the road.
I was probably about the tenth person awaiting The Universal Sigh and I went into Rough Trade to purchase my TKOL vinyl while papa waited in the queue. People kept dodging past us (as we were awkwardly stood in the middle of the road as I mentioned before) and a couple of men strolled past, in which I managed to catch one of them say "Oh yeah, it's that Radiohead thing, they're turning up apparently" as if it was no big deal. I just turned round to papa and started laughing, all "Yeah, on what fucking planet are they going to show up?"
It was fate that every time I looked at my phone exactly two minutes had passed. It was also fate that whilst everyone else was having some deep conversation about thepossibilty of TKOL part 2, I looked up and exclaimed "OH MY GREENWOODS!!!!!!!!". Naturally everyone stared, thinking that I was due back at the mental home. I just shouted again "OH MY GREENWOODS". Still nothing. "IT'S THOM... IT'S THOM!!!!". Well eventually everyone seemed to get the message that it was Thom Yorke standing there and naturally, like you do in these situations, everyone got their cameras out and started taking pictures. I think I was the only one who was suffering from a fit of "fangirlism" however.
So yeah, basically we all waited and went up to get our paper. Stanley gave me mine, but 'accidently' gave me two, so adding the other one papa got, I now have three papers. Once I got them I went to go and meet/get my picture taken with Thom (he looks EXACTLY like you'd imagine him to, strange thing to say I know, but it's true). He said "Hey" with a little nod that spoke volumes of 'yeah, you love me, aren't I amazing'. I giddily glanced back and then the first (and pretty much only) thing I said to him was "do you have any idea how awkward it is standing here with a picture of you on my top?" he laughed and said "you feel awkward? Imagine how I feel stood here with all these fookin people... blahhhhhh!". We laughed again. We turned to the cameras, I had no idea where I was suppose to look and then after about five seconds we both turned to each other, said goodbye and I skipped off.
I love him so much and I could die tomorrow in the safe knowledge that I am the happiest person that ever lived.
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Sunday 27 March 2011
Bulletproof... I wish I was
Saturday 26 March 2011
Rah-nt or Rar-nt?
Wednesday 23 March 2011
Before I go, it's once again time for The Daily Thom Yorke Spam
- The chunk in my hair that I cut out is really starting to fucking annoy me.
- Urgh, just finished the email my form tutor sent me. It goes on forever and I didn't understand any of it.... far too wordy...
I've listened to The King of Limbs three times today
I'm actually getting quite worried
Tuesday 22 March 2011
The daily Thom Yorke spam.
My secret (well not so secret now) favourite band..
I'm sorry, but is anyone elses YouTube being ridiculously slow?
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People are strange . 2
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Monday 21 March 2011
50% stage
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Sunday 20 March 2011
Um, so
Be right back while I book the next plane out to LAX. I'm being serious.
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How can anyone say no?
In other news, it looks like I'm moving into a house with a lamp post which is adjoining/adjacent/overlooking? my bedroom window. Exiting.
Phew, for a minute there, I lost myself..