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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I am-used

Go to Thom Yorke’s house, clean up his house, Everything In Its Right Place.

Break into Yorke’s house at night. While he is asleep, get into his bed, Nude.

Go to Thom Yorke’s house, scrounge for change, Dollars & Cents.

Bump into Yorke in the supermarket, you are Meeting In The Aisle.

Get Thom Yorke on a diet and excercise program, now he’s Fitter, Happier.

Attach rope to Thom Yorke’s house, soon you’ll be Climbing Up The Walls.

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Thom makes trumpets sexy. Very sexy. I am not ashamed to admit my shallowness. But just OMG at the scatting....

Moving swiftly on. I'm totally buying my Lotus Flower dance T-Shirt tomorrow, even if it's the last thing I do.

Now I'm going to buy the I Might Be Wrong: Live Recordings album on ye olde iTunes. It made no.4 on NME's top live albums. Which is pretty good I guess. But then no, it should be better. It has Idioteque on it for fucks sake.

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.

I'll never stop

I could live without legs to of seen this live.