One song that will make me cry uncontrollably whenever I hear it; HALO.

I miss those days where I locked myself in my room and listened to Radiohead for 12 hours before thinking of jumping from a great height. I hate.. This.. Normal life. It's so much harder. The easy option is always to admit defeat opposed to fighting. I know that. But I don't wanna play the broken hearted girl.

I can't believe I can listen to beyonce ballads seriously, but they're just so beautiful.

Someone on tumblr just told me that they're in love with me. There's no right way to respond to that really. Because logically, it's probably annoying chain mail, the person doesn't actually know you in reality and the chances are it's just one big fat joke. But then again...... What if it's EXACTLY who I want it to be. Even if they do live on the other side of the pond and listen to the smiths maybe just a bit too much for my liking... I can already plan our lives together, pa!

Do you even know how incapable I am of crying or not even just that, feeling? URGH! Euphoria, yes. Grief and sadness, never. Odd.

Like the coward I am, I hang my head.

The moon sure is bright tonight.

All these things I can't describe, you would rather I didn't try.

I always leave this too late, where things just start to disappear from my mind.

OK I'll just listen to Massive Attack and quietly contemplate killing people.

You think I'm joking but I'm really not. Goodnight.
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Just talk about anything but... That.

I need two hundred and fifteen pounds for the Willy Wonka Prada sunglasses.
Thom Yorke's legs are sending me insane.
There's a Jaydiohead mix with Beyonce on it; beyonce + radiohead = love.
Love can also be found in the form of fluff.
The party the other night was really good. I was with the popular people and it was strange. However, the highlight was undoubtedly coming home and listening to Kid A through my Skull Candy's at full blast, all in the process of being extremely high. Thom's voice literally soared through my soul. It was literally like there were two colours in my head.
Did you know that I love Radiohead? In fact, the only reason I'm going to this Art exhibition at school is so that I can ramble about them for two hours, with good reason because they were the influence behind my entire content of year 11 work (pretty much). Be right back, listening to The Bends.
I miss my Laura and I'm very sad that chribbie's leaving on Sunday. Nothing's going right anymore, NOTHING. I NEED to see Laura because she gets everything I'm going through to a tee and we just click perfectly, like a jigsaw falling into place, it gives me a change of Colchester life and someone who understands the concept of Radiohead fanning or just yeah, everything.
I'm upset that basically the only friend closer to home that I've talked to about things and has helped no end has got to leave on Sunday. Right before Monday, which is the day that I could really do with seeing her.
Wah. Why can't you forget? Said the walrus.
I don't want to go to college. Unless I can do English literature the entire time or talk about Romanticisim in Art History or be with Lottie in Art. Apart from that I'm not looking forward to it. I'm going to get eaten in History and Politics (why did I take politics?) And yeah, everyone was as I had expected and I didn't meet anyone who is infatuated with Radiohead or wishes thom to lay beside them as much as me. Disappointment. That's my rule for making friends. I'm only to have friends who have at the very least heard of Radiohead past the Creep level. If they are unaware of their existence then I am unaware of theirs.
I wish that something would happen.
I hate having nails.
I think Monday is going to drive me over the edge, even if that doesn't become evident during the day.
I wanna be part of the human race.
Ginger thom. Bed. Where are you now?
Don't leave me high, don't leave me dry.
Meeting people is easy. That's my mood entirely. Dire dire dire. Hopeless hopeless hopeless. Time wasting.
I want to paint. Bye.
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Well prom was fun. Prom was really really really fun.

The only good bit was the drunken conversation with Mr McKenzie and dancing to Single Ladies with him. I love Mr McKenzie. He's the only thing I'm going to miss about that place and he knows it.

But yeah, apart from that, then everything else about prom and the after prom party etc was a bit of a let down/disaster.

All I know now is that I'm in the mood to cry for hours and listen to Radiohead, maybe watch the first part of The Deathly Hallows and drink a lot of tea.

The worst part of it all is that I have my college induction day tomorrow. Not to mention the fact that this whole Granny thing seems to be taking a turn for the worse plus the fact that everything else is just fucked.
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Queen B

I'm not on about Blair Waldorf here ladies & caterpillars, this is all about the one and only diva in my life: Beyonce.

When I saw this on the EMA's this time last year, I was in a flood of tears. It was the epiphany which lead to my admiration and profound respect for this woman.
How people can honestly dislike her is beyond me. She is everything a diva should be, and she is everything a common person should B.

This is undoubtedlly one of my favourite live performances of anyone, ever. We salute you Queen B, you blazing star in our sky.