meeting in the aisle

when someone asks you whether thOm yorke is touching himself in the picture of you and him standing next to each other...

i don't know whether to be deeply disgusted or slightly.. flattered

my money's on the latter, whatever that means anyway

i should really start painting my room but i already feel like i've failed at it

i mean looking at the stanley donwood art work in immense detail just makes me question why i'm even bothering

on the 2+2=5 side though, because a lot of it just looks like simple mark making, i don't think it's going to matter too much if i don't paint it to the latter and make it look EXACT. i mean it'll hopefully look close enough, but it's difficult to scale it completely to my climbing up the walls.

i really do want it to work, i think it would be friggin' awethOme if it worked

it's just patience has never been a virtue of mine, so it's difficult to see it through

i suppose i'm far more of an in rainbows painter than the eraser painter i.e abstract/it's too much too bright too powerful colours

oh and in case you haven't already noticed, i bold any radiohead lyrics/song titles because it highlights how they are always on my mind

Today has been such a WAH day

I woke up only to find that once again thOm had played a DJ set at Low End Theory.. AGAIN.

please no one judge me for wanting to be the table that he's thrusting at two minutes and fifty one seconds into this video....

my love/lust for this man has no bounds

speaking of which

EVERYONE IS HATING ON HIS HAIR

his lovely

greasy

long

hair

I'm probably one of the few who doesn't mind the hobo look. But that's because I met him as a hobo, so

I started decorating my room today.

I'm doing The Eraser artwork all around my room

and then this on the middle wall where the fireplace would've been:

except bears on the top and bordering it

I can't believe how slow I am at the whole painting thing though. My dad is painting the kitchen this lovely bright orange and he's already done an entire base coat, and I have just done one strip in the same amount of time! Half of which was already done beforehand!

Also, I won't be seeing Georgia on Saturday which SUCKS and it looks like I won't be in AS MUCH contact with her for the next couple of days. This sucks even more, our Thonniness is what gets me through these dire days and if you take away that then you're killing thOm. But we'll get round it, afufufufufufufa

I leave you for now with two very special dancing GIFs for two very different reasons

The awkward moment when you realise that Thom Yorke could be stereotyped as a DILF..

Ginger Thom, go away, it's not fair how perfect you are. And I know you're just going to bite my head off and have a go at me proclaiming that you're not fucking perfect and that no one is perfect and that vanity is ugly etc but seriously darling, you are amazing. Know that.

OMG I actually just sculpted some clay for my Barbara Hepworth inspired piece. Obviously this is Art we're talking about here, I've definitely realised that that's the only thing that really needs any focus from me whatsoever for the next two weeks. Jesus, two weeks, is that it?

Gah, I'm stuck for words. That never usually happens. So err yeah, night?

I don't like dark chocolate, never have, never will.

I could stare at this forever, in fact I am staring at this forever..

Tomorrow, well technically today, I've got my first singing lesson in about a month! I think I'm just polishing my songs and reworking parts of them for the Easter hols. My singing teacher has been informed of my 'situation' and still hopes that I can make it into the recording studio in the Easter holidays. I really want to go back into the recording studio, except this time it'll be in a bigger, better studio in Colchester, opposed to the one I went to last time in Mersea. Me, Alison and Richard have all agreed that the job Mark did with the recording wasn't as good as it could of been to say the least... I can't really explain why, it just doesn't sound right. It makes it so much harder to admit is well because the guy was so lovely and helpful.

(During the day) tomorrow I'm going to really try and apply myself to do some artwork. I am so aware and concerned about the fact that I have an exam in about three weeks time and I still have over half a sketchbook to complete, not to mention the preparation that'll go into the final piece...

Enough of all that though, I feel I spend half of my time these days just worrying about exams and sketchbooks, it's so ridiculously sad.

You probably don't need to guess at what the other half of my time is spent thinking about..

This is currently my desktop. LOOK AT THAT LADIES AND GENTLEMEN: ONLY 40 ODD PICTURES OF THOM/RADIOHEAD ON MY DESKTOP because I transferred the other 834 into a folder. Amazing.

Anyways, I'm off to watch Life on Mars and marvel upon the many wonders of Sam Tyler for a few hours so g'night.

P.S, WASN'T IT A LOVELY DAY TODAY!

I love DI Tyler

Whenever I watch Life on Mars I just want to give Sam a massive hug and tell him that everything will be OK.

This is the clearest my desktop has looked for quite some time. There's only around 30 pictures of Thom on there...

Right now I'm going to march down those stairs, listen to No Surprises on repeat for the next 10 hours and catch up with all the Art work I should of done since the beginning of March.

Peace & love

V spring preview, 07

I'm so bored I just did my English homework. Now I'm going to finish my history exam and hopefully print all of my art stuff off.

In the meantime though, time for Kid A.

Headache

qvest, October 08

The Brit awards are utter bull shit.

My prom dress arrived and it is shocking. In an absolutely fabulous kinda way. Ha ha, just waiting for the shoes now and they are even more flamboyant than the dress, if that is possible..

Dance you fucker dance you fucker

Loving life at the moment. I have a history exam due in for tomorrow and still so much art to do. Never mind though. It's half term next week. But even that isn't going to free up that much time. Monday is an emergency singing lesson, then Wednesday I'm in the recording studio all day then Thursday I'm in Holland-on-Sea to get my dress altered. Oh and then I want to go to London at some point. Gasp.

Oh well, Radiohead, Waterloo Road and Jacket Potatoes will make everything OK.

I could marry him.

Mr. Introvert

I never realised how alike my music compares to the likes of Radiohead, Thom Yorke etc. Speaking in musical terms, my singing teacher informs me that I've inherited Mr. Yorke's quintessential vibrato and range. Lovely jubbly.

Really I suppose the point of all this is the fact that one day I will track down, meet and marry the awkward, articulately as well as musically gifted lad that is Thom Yorke.

That's oil on paper. That's amazing.

Furthermore:

dan2121: What do you think of Oasis?

Radiohead (Thom): I don't think of Oasis

best thing ever.

Spot the difference?

Haha, the opening page to my new Art sketch book is rather amusing. Blame the fact it's a Thursday: Thursday is politics night.

1979.

This is a low (down)

First of, I think it's brilliant how you can get less than 50% on a higher paper and still get a B. This is music to my ears as far as my chemistry exam tomorrow is concerned.

But yes, I haven't really had time to post this week due to music lessons, revision, art and a bit more revision. This week has been awful. I finished three sketch books in the space of around 6 hours for art. My art teacher gave me some well deserved recongition for this, as some of the pages were surprisingly well thought out for me! Then I had my biology exam. If you'd asked me how I thought I was going to do on Monday I probably would've laughed in your face. However, after my revision session with Mr. Jordan on Tuesday I was far more confident. Then come the day of the exam I think it went rather swimingly. I mean let's not get carried away here, I doubt it did that amazingly. However, I reckon I exceeded a pass, which is good enough for me!

"you know when you just know that you did utterly shit. Not even in a 'let's just pretend to act really surprised if I do well' thing. Just a general 'I did shit.'" this is honestly how I felt about my English results right up until I saw the little letter on the piece of paper and I just shouted FUCK OFF?! I was generally that shocked at how well I'd done. Literally.

Earlier I went to some guitar unit at the Cowdray Centre with my singing teacher and papa. It was like a mini masterclass in how you know whether your guitar is in good condition or not. My singing teachers partner who just so happens to work there went through what needed adjusting to stop the strings snapping. He did this without being condescending or degrading about any of it. Which was lovely because if you ask these sought of things at Manns Music they practically laugh in your face. But yes, my baby went on the operating table and I was with her every step of the way. I went home knowing how to restring a guitar and lemon scented guitar.

Now, after a drive and some shopping, I'm sat doing some Chemistry revision. I'm not too nervous about my exam tomorrow after seeing the mark scheme and what not.

Nine days til my birthday and eight days til Gossip Girl starts! Yesterday my dad and my sister went to Brick Lane to get me some birthday presents. I've told anyone getting me anything to literally get me anything. This year I am completely open to surprises. This mainly being due to my attention being drawn to whether my birthday party will be a pulpable hit, or not?

Oh and finally some awesome news! I'm in the recording studio on the 23rd of Feb! AT A MASSIVE DISCOUNT!

(Alex James is sooo cute)

"Started off all well and good, ended up high & dry."

Last night was a bit crazy. Started off all well and good, ended up high & dry. Not sure what that means; read what you like into it. But yes, the usual homesickness and boredom soon sunk in so it wasn't too long before midnight that I was all tucked up with a cup of FL tea watching Harry Potter and the Philosophers Stone, laughing at the true irony of the world.

Enough on that jazz.

This morning I went into town to buy Christmas presents for the cool cats: Jenny, Emily, Chrissie and India. I completely fail at buying presents which can be taken seriously. I also managed to get some dye (Yes I'm planning on having a Textiles revolution after this post) for the Monet final piece I want to do.

I have some ideas about how to go about this. Maybe start of with the initial blue and yellow dying of some fabric. Then add some distressed stitching to represent the outline of the stalks and petals. Basically, I want it to follow in the footsteps of Carolyn Saxby. So I shall be piling on the glitter, beads, paper lame', chiffon and anything else that looks remotely vibrant. I'm debating whether to do an 'Art Quilt'. Batik is out of the question. I don't have a steady enough hand. But equally, the one time I have used quilting in my textiles, it resulted in near disaster. So maybe not? Who knows. I'll sketch out some plans later.

I'm cooking later! Oh yes! I'm so excited! I made dinner Friday night for me and Jeff too. God I love turkey legs. (This will bring me onto Florida soon). I've got all the correct ingredients, apart from the fact I got chicken breast instead of chicken chunks. But that's no matter. Also, I purposely didn't buy any spring onions to put in the sauce. I basically hate onions unless they're in a hot dog. So yes, better start on the chicken as it needs to be left to marinate with the lime for at least an hour. I'll give you 411 on how every thing's going.

Father Lee has just finished assembling the £15 Ikea table which is about to clutter my room. However it does mean that I actually have a decent sized work top to do my art work on now. Which is exactly what I'm going to go and do now.

I'll give you the review of the dinner, X Factor updates, Textiles lowdown and holiday news later on. For now I leave you with an absolutely stunning performance from the lovely Liverpudlian Rebecca Ferguson

I feel like death

So father gave us that Dance Broadway game on Wii as an extremely early christmas present. He claims that he felt sorry for us as we had to go into school because of the snow. Aw. No one however can truely rectify my sadness. What I want more than anything though is for Toni & Guy to phone me back and either be the bearer of bad news or the bringer of hope!

Again, I've just been watching Peep Show all evening. God I love the El Dude Brothers. But now I must do some silly English homework. I should also be doing some silly art/textiles, but let's face it, who can be bothered? A good grade in Art is almost a certainty, and as for textiles, there's no way I'm going to be able to hand in three completed sketchbooks by christmas. But hey ho, that being said, I feel like going and giving it a go (I'll do anything other than English basically).

The most important thing right now is the fact that I finished the song that's in sonata form! Hip hip hooray! This reminds me, I couldn't make my singing lesson tonight because the roads into Brightlinsea where trecherous! There was like a full on blizzard going home via Elmstead. Looking out of the window hopefully we can expect a day of snow? Na, I'm not getting my hopes raised, much.

He-art

Art mock tomorrow, I'm feeling better than I was about it, for sure.

My piece is related to work, rest and play in a typical Rachel over complicated, complex way. But it nonetheless is related.


This is what happens when you feel pressurized by peers and teachers to produce an extremely high skilled painting.


And this is what happens when you decide to show your own individual flare and embrace your inner abstract-esque.

Two guesses as to which one I'm going to be applying to my canvas tomorrow?

So I'm going to finish up writing what my amendments are to my final piece for tomorrow and then I'm going to snuggle up with a bit of light reading: Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix.

xoxo (GG)

Sacrificial Lamb

Never, opt to take an extra Textiles GCSE.

Well actually, that's a lie, I would say do it if you have Bernard's Watch. Unfortunately however, I do not possess this. Therefore in hindsight it probably wasn't the smartest move.. never mind though, ay?!

I really want one of these

BUT ONTO GORILLAZ FROM TUESDAY NIGHT!


Best intro to any gig, ever.


This sounded amazing.


This was flawless.


This was just fucking mental... hello Damon from blur!

Who wouldn't want to be Little Dragon here? I know you qualify in age to be my father, but I'm deeply in love with you, Damon..

But yes, musically speaking of course, Gorillaz are blooming awesome live and I would highly recommend them to anyone who feels like joining us at the World of the Plastic Beach.

Update 2

I think I'm going to delete Facebook soon. Yes, I'm up for being dramatic.

Not even being particularly outspoken or trying to stand for a lost cause or anything, I just never use the darn thing. I try and fail miserably but for me, using Facebook is the equivalent to shopping at Republic.

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Yesterday I went to one of those Open Days at the Colchester Institute. When one of the guys was chatting to me about the Popular Music course my eyes began to wander and boredom sunk in. In not so many words, it didn't really seem to hold my attention. To be fair though, a lot of the information I was hearing I already knew. The popular music diploma, and then furthermore a popular music BA doesn't really seem to hold anything. Whereas if I just took normal music, that would stand up a lot taller. The popular music course seems far more "dossy." For instance, you don't even need to be graded in any instrument to do the course. Initially I thought this was a good thing as it gives those who are just naturally talented a chance to prove themselves, however now I think it just shows a lack of structure. Which is precisely the very thing I have been begging to be extinguished from my education, I know. On originally leaving the institute I thought that the chance of a further education in music was a lost cause, however now I'm not so sure... for example I don't think I want to do any form of a music A level anymore. That in itself completely rules out going to either the grammar school or the girls high. Although I am starting to get my head around doing a popular music diploma.

I'm also torn on whether to do an Art diploma at the institute or not. If I was given complete reassurance that I could still get into a top Uni or Arts College with the diploma and then a foundation course then I reckon I would 100% go and just do art. However, considering Art History is a top higher education choice for me, I doubt this particular path would allow me to pursue with that. The ridiculously laid back teacher of the course seemed really intrigued, but nonetheless impressed with my desire to do Art History. He mentioned some current students want to do the same thing, and the Essex University, with some arm twisting, seem to've began to accept students with the institute's diploma. However that's just Essex, never mind the likes of Camberwell or Oxbridge. I don't actually mean to sound conceited, it's just who doesn't want to go to the creme de la creme, right?

I would say that I have indeed got some difficult choices to make in the not to distant future. And yes, no matter how much I try and trivialise A levels and pretend they don't matter, I'm afraid to think that actually, they make a hell of an impact on what you may go onto do later in life. One golden rule of performing for instance is that a performer is only as good as their last performance... I'm ashamed to think this applies to education.

Update 1

This is actually a rather beautiful cover. Who knew Ellie Goulding actually had the ability to produce such a good song. Although to be fair it isn't her song, so obviously it's going to sound ridiculously amazing.

Yesterday, apart from bumping into friends, I went into town to buy the debut album of Sleigh Bells and Led Zeppelin's 'Mothership' on the saviour offer of "2 for £10". I also managed to finally buy my own printing equipment, which now means that the only possible motives for doing art at school now would be to use either photoshop, batik or any form of ink. However, I think I'm going to put ink on my christmas list so that narrows the field down considerably.

Watching Jimmy Page play the electric guitar with a bow is just too cool.

My Saturday night however did not consist of any raucous parties, just a Whole Lotta Love Led Zeppelin and Textiles work. I'm also rather ashamed to say I watched the majority of X Factor. You will be glad to know though that after an hour I suddenly realised the crime against music I was committing and withdrew to the sleeping chamber.

So bar from all of this I am quite literally feeling dazed and confused about certain issues. One thing I am beginning to come to terms with now though is that I am embracing the new Serena and leaving the old one behind. As in I'm finally beginning to outgrow the need to waste my days not knowing what I'm doing, intoxicated on a load of garbage. This being said, the temptation to revel in a Jim Morrison spiral into destruction is quite tempting...

One more reason why Alexander Mcqueen is fabulous

Now, I like to think that we are all somewhat familar with the ground breaking work of Bosch. In fact, I would go as far to say that he is the only renaissance artist who's work I truly adore.

Take a look at the third panel of The Garden of Earthly Delights above and then take a wee glance at this Mcqueen dress from the Fall 2010 RTW collection:

Notice any similar figures spread across the torso of the dress?

Ophelia

Throughout art history (mainly pre-raphaelite), I am completely captivated by the different depictions of 'Ophelia'.

It's funny

because there's so much art that I could be getting on with right now. Instead I'm staring at the same home page screen, waiting for something other than dull to happen. Hmmm.

Just looking through the archives..

It seems that a lot of my posts are music related.

I honestly don't mean for this to happen, it's just that it is where my interests mainly lie.

At some point nonetheless I feel that I am going to have to make an impossible choice between Music and my other passion - Art.

I mean the proof is in the pudding really. When I get home I pick up my guitar, not the sketchbook.

But yeah. I can't be bothered to talk in depth about this because fundamentally, it's boring.

Til we meet again, xoxo