Two absolutely outstanding pictures I saw today:

a flawless picture of thom yorke, wearing $170 jeans in the middle of NY somewhere....

a picture of Anthony Kiedis with blood streaming down his face. Someone hurt themselves surfing today in Rio. Awww, normally blood freaks me out but I just want to look after him my poor spider man :(

ew, people fawning over Rachel Owen's prints... I don't know I guess I would just feel uncomfortable trying to appreciate Thom Yorke's long term girlfriends' Art work. Especially when said Art work includes prints of... CHILDREN

seeing thom yorke rocking out to the red hot chili peppers on jools holland in 2006 was probably the most momentous thing to ever happen to me

Me and thom 4 eva
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The matter of the subject is as follows

I try not to really think about anything.
So I just listen to lots of Beck, watch some Pretty Little Liars and post obscene amounts of thom on tumblr. It really is the best way.

I'm kind of reading the first of the discworld books, that being 'The Colour of Magic'. I mean I knew that it was going to be weird and wonderful.. But seriously? It is just so completely obscure and random. Trying to make any sense out of it is near impossible. I think the best thing would be to get ridiculously high of a spliff or two and THEN try and read it. No doubt it would make much more sense then.

I'm finding it near impossible to pick up the guitar and write. That's another thing. I've lost interest in it (at the moment). I'm finding it so difficult to focus my ideas and inspiration into four minutes of acoustic poetry. AH! It's so frustrating.

What else is? The fact that I am who I am, and you are who you are. And of all the people in the world, I will never betray you... Oh no wait, that's just a quote from Luther.. Focus on real things Rachel. But Luther IS real, Rachel! That was almost definitely a man with a camera phone taking pictures of the living room when The Apprentice was on. And in Wickford, that man in the scarf and sunglasses was almost definitely going to enter the car and molest you after he turned round in his tracks and approached you had you not been wise enough to run away.

Wow. I am so paranoid. I'm constantly analysing every inch and second of everything because I'm almost certain that something cynical and disturbing lies in the shadows, awaiting an opportunity to pounce as soon as I blinker just for one second.

How does American TV work?

I can't wait to meet Eileen on Saturday and I cannot wait to hopefully meet Lucy on the 20th with Georgia (possibly) and then hopefully I'll see Laura soon. I love my tumblr thomblrs. No one understands their importance. Oh and then there's seeing Harry Potter and going to Nando's with all of the dance girls on Sunday. I haven't seen them in so long. I saw Lottie on induction day would you believe! And I saw Amerz at the.. funeral. So it'll be nice to see them all under more sociable circumstances. Happy happy happy

I'm happy, hope you're happy too.
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it's the only way you'll know i'm telling the truth

whenever in doubt, just think about the time that thom yorke looked into your eyes

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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have you ever seen anything so beautiful before?

seriously thom?

like, seriously?

this isn't even fair to look at ON ANY LEVEL

thoms legs should be wrapped around me forever

night

I will shape myself into your pocket.. iNVISibLE.. DO.WHAT.YOU.WANT.

I have to rave over the swag of this picture everytime it appears on my dashboard. It's probably if not my ultimate favourite, but one of my favourite pictures of thOmbles.

ok computer. that was a distraction. just like harry potter is and gossip girl is and sims is and radiohead shopping is and just ahhhhhhbgoierngioernioergoinerneroige HURRY THE FUCK UP JUNE 14TH. I'M DONE WITH THESE BULLSHIT EXAMS.

but this one

this man should not be allowed to look like that and say 'fuck me'

i'm sorry but that's just like..................... SKIP DIVIDED

i can't believe how tired i am :|

i'm going to go in bed and try and calm down by watching ashes to ashes

this probably won't calm me down but i guess it's definitely, absolutely most probably worth a big shot yes?

credit for the gif goes to the best gif maker on tumblr aka justice-b

AFUFUFUFUUFUFUFUFUUFFA LOOK AT MY THOMBLES :'D :'D

HE'S JUST THE CUTEST THING IN THE WORLD!!!!!!!!!!

MFINRIONGIONREOIGNEOIRNGIOERGNIOERNGIOERNGOIERNGOIERNGRN

BURIAL

FOUR TET

THOM

CALM DOWN

UR SO GOOD UR GIVING ME HEART PALPITATIONS

BREAK ON THROUGH TO THE SIDE

BREAK ON THROUGH TO THE SIDE

YE

C'MON

i forgot how much i love blur and the doors

ahhhh jim morrison fnroigniroegnioengioe you will be the downfall in me

the vegan joke i saw earlier made me laugh

fucking hipsters

well not even hipsters but yeah i don't know anything anymore

wah i'm so tired but it always makes me feel better when people start asking me about meeting thOm, i get butterflies everytime even though i was only in his prescence for a short handful of seconds, even though they were some of the best seconds of my life and just omg i can't believe he's really that short and he's definitely been working out and just awwwww he's jacket was so lovely and when he looked into my eyes all i could think about was 'don't look into your eyes cos you're desperately in love' and ahhhhhh serenity, thinking about this always makes me feel better

BLAH

i really can't be bothered

um tonight is a blur night

music is my radar has always had a red hot chili's feel to it for me for some reason :/

TIME TO WATCH ASHES TO ASHES :D: :D:D::D:D:D:D:D:D:D

or when you pass of thOm yorke as your boyfriend because someone doesn't know who he is

and it's even better because i actually have the name of his real girlfriend

I AM THE REAL RACHEL OWEN

*trying to distract myself from the social scene i find myself being in soon

things aren't as bad today, but i still feel just as worthless.

i kind of want to do an interior design course though

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

blackberry's have really shit battery. i bet a strawberry has better battery.

ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh my desktop is looking well good man

i love mr yorke in a blue hoodie.

i just love scotch mist in general, it's fucking GOOD man

so i guess we can say it's offically the last week of school, yes?

it's irrelevant because i'm not going in

well for the most part anyway

i reckoner i'll go in for the weird fishes/arpeggi assembly but that's probably about it

i'm really scared that i'll skip divided my exams. at this point i just really don't get the point in showing up for them. there's loads of reasons for it obviously, there has to be, but i just don't think it's worth it.

i

don't want to do my exams

and

i definitely don't want to go to college

and i almost certainly

don't want to be here anymore

the only reason i haven't exploded at the moment is because i'm on my own and i haven't spoken to anyone for about 2 days irl, or since i saw laura.

fuck my life, i have to go to a gig tomorrow

and words cannot describe how much i don't want to go

i'm going to feel shit the entire time because all i'll be thinking about you is the fact that i've sacrificed my feelings to not hurt other peoples once again and everyone else is obviously more important than me.

plus if there's some stupid idioteque in the crowd it'll probably result in a punch up at a wedding or something

arghaghrghrghgrhgrhgrhaghaghgaargh

i'm so fed up of being on my own

because everything's just numb

and i know that if i had contact with a real life person i'd just breakdown completely as soon as i mentioned anything about anything

so it's like at the moment, it's just all inside my head, patiently waiting for an oppurtunity to run wildly out of control and lash out

~

i painted one wall white

and the black strip is done

and i pencilled out the 'keep calm and listen to radiohead'

but now i need to find a stencil of the bear for the top of the strip

apart from that though i don't even know where to begin doing the stanley artwork

it's so intricate and i am so not

luckily a lot of it is just wavy lines, so that shouldn't be too difficult to do....

i leave you with this vegetable for thought

when i go to the big chill festival this year on the saturday, if thOm doesn't do a surprise set i'm going to go fucking ape shit and shut that place down

in true kanye west style which is ironic considering i only got tickets for him

this was before i realised that burial and four tet were there... which almost definitely means that thOm will be there, right?!?!?!??!?!?!?!??!!!

here's a picture of thOm at the big chill last year

he's wearing the same jacket as when i met him

the same shirt as haiti

and that hat as lotus flower

thOm likes recycling things

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

and this is a dirty song called skip divided...

no, it won't let me embed it so let's just post a dirty picture instead.

now we could either go for this option

or this one

or this one

i don't mind which one, they're all poifect

sexualising all things yorke is a far better way of spending my thinking time right now opposed to what i should be thinking about. that stuff's boring and monotonous and more boring and doesn't make me feel better, at all. whereas obviously dancing, shirtless, sweaty, head swaying, red jeans, head band yorke does.

....... steadily moving on

wow my belly hurts, probably because i haven't eaten for like, a day. which for me is torturous.

there's a doughnut sat right next to me but it doesn't appeal to me at all because the last doughnut i had was disgusting (which is surprising considering it was from waitrose). no, i think i'll go downstairs and make myself a pot noodle or something, god i hate those things. actually no, i'll think i'll have some cheese, which apparently gives you nightmares when you have it before you go to sleep but my nightmares can't get much worse at the moment so /

i have to finish my song for tomorrow cos i've got my singing lesson and i actually need to have something to show/play. i love my singing lessons more than anything because the lessons give me a deadline/goal/target of when i need to finish songs. it gives me the structure for songwriting that without the lessons, would be a complete free fall. i'm very much like thOm in the sense that we're both really bad at finish things and we rely on other people to finish them for us or make us finish them. i don't even know why i call them singing lessons though, i mean i go with my guitar and play her my song, but apparently my guitar playing is good enough to be ignored and doesn't need fiddling around with. it's just i have difficulty with pronouncing certain words/letters and also with my breathing, by which i mean i don't do it, i think i can go i whole minute without stopping for air. you don't realise the bad habits you have until you hear yourself back on record, it really opens your ears/eyes.

sherlock holmes died on this day 120 years ago (if my maths serves me correctly, which it probably doesn't because i haven't done maths for about three months). well i say died, he didn't actually die, he supposedly fell of the cliff bringing down his arch enemy professor moriarty with him. the professor was the one who fell, holmes just slipped a bit and climbed back up the cliff edge and hid under a rock. so now i'm going to go and watch this very episode - it is rather amazing, and go to sleep

night

EXILE WAS ABSOLUTELY INCREDIBLE

and has confirmed my beliefs that John Simm is one of the most amazing creatures on our planet.

I just cannot get over ...... ahhhhhhh, many many reasons. I'll try and think of some later.

in the mean time though;

HAI GUYS THIS IS WHAT AWESOME LOOKS LIKE

VVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVV

^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^

TIM BURTON, HELENA BONHAM CARTER AND THOM YORKE

three angels/three gods fallen from the sky and in each others prescence. heaaaaavenly.

I wish thOm would teach me how to do this, there are so many people and recent occurances where I wish I'd just had the ability to tell them to fuck off, quite literally to their faces and walk away. Unfortunately though I inherit the British reserve and will therefore stand there and take whatever shit is given to me like the good, respectful person that I am.

It's also a gesture that should be directed at the rate of tumblr. I have lost 20 followers in like, a day, which basically must mean that these people cannot accept my love for The Dead Weather and John Simm. WELL FUCK YOU GUYS THEN, IT'S YOUR LOSS.

Time to watch my rediscovered RHCP DVD and do some Harry Potter lego, night