If not entirely welcome.

Well today was quite nice. I saw the new/final Harry Potter at the cinema which was brilliant! And also met up with the dance girls for Nando's. It was nice.. But I don't know, I just feel so apart from people. They want to talk about cute waiters and other amusing stories and I just want to talk about the psyche of a serial killer and fawn over thom yorke. No. One. Knows. Ah. The walk home alone was great though. There was a complete downpour whilst I was walking down High Street and the brightest rainbow I have ever seen appeared.

Yesterday I walked around London for 12 hours in the company of a lovely German girl I met through tumblr. She was just there for a day and she wanted an 'unofficial' tour of the city. It was lovely. We admired nice shops and bought heavily in Primark (twice) and walked through some gardens and smoked a couple of spliff in Hyde Park.. Oh the satisfaction of walking past the police patrolling on their horses with a big bag of weed in your pocket. Ah, seriously though, it was really nice. It's just strange to think that I will probably never see her again in my life (unless I decide to backpack across Europe or something). Huh.

Now I'm just lying here feeling ill, watching Brett's perfect depiction of Holmes in The Sign of Four and contemplating the impossibility's of love. Goodnight.

N.B isn't it just WONDERFUL that Tom won The Apprentice!!!!!!!!! Ahhhhhh, I am so happy for him!! I know it sounds really cliché but I knew from the beginning he'd win! I mean literally, as soon as Lord Sugar applauded him for his analysis in the board room after that first task I literally turned round to my Dad and Sister and screamed 'HE'S WON IT!' Yay, Tom!
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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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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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at this point i'm just thinking it's best if i don't respond to any of this bull shit

i mean seriously. who the fuck are you to say twoddle like that?

get of your fucking high horse and get the fuck off of my screen.

seriously.

99% of thomblr is beautiful, blissful perfection. then there's that occasional sting which should just fuck right off.

i watch way too much jersey shore at the moment and am at that point whereby if you've got a fucking problem with me and my posts but choose to skirt around it by posting it to the entire thomblr population on some 'read more' bull shit and not aim it directly at me then i will fucking say something, ite?

slight rant

i hate the stereotypical post on tumblr which categorises of all the different radiohead groups/fans.

this is tumblr, not fucking mean girls, seriously.

i've never been the users biggest fan to be honest, even if they're one of the most predominant members of the radiohead society on tumblr.

idk i just always feel uncomfortable and a sense of judgement which derives from them.

and it's difficult because EVERYONE loves them.

but yeah, fuck that shit. i never post negative things on tumblr that are about other tumblrs, that's just sad and low and i don't see the point.

but writing about it on a different form of blog, now that kind of back stabbing bitchiness is perfectly acceptable...

on a different note i literally cannot revise

which basically means i'm a failure

nice to meet you

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

do you have tar tar sauce?

woke up this morning and i felt scared because after that phil incident on facebook last night everyone's speculating whether radiohead have looked on peoples tumblrs. i reckon it's just anon's pissing around, plus why would radiohead give time to search all around tumblr. i doubt it's actually the case, but even so, it is radiohead, so nothing would surprise me.

yeah ok i've just have it confirmed from my friend on facebook that rough trade will be stocking the new radiohead single on record store day. still, i'm pretty fucking scared because there's probably only going to be around five stocked. sorry, i'm repeating myself, i'll shut up now.

wino

oh my god. words can't actually describe how this explains EVERYTHING.

literally. it explains my life in a nut shell. tumblr + thom. nothing more, nothing less.

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The dashboard works fine, but then you search for posts with the tag Thom Yorke and it comes up with this BEAST:

So so so so so, this video is a drug to me and if I don't watch it at least 15.6 times a day (without my body malfunctioning) then I will seize up and die a lonely, 'Lotus Flower love' deprived life... I dyed my hair! It's either a really dark dirty blonde or a really light brown... although I personally would say it is blonde (minus the roots). I'm going to dye it again tomorrow and hopefully achieve a cross between Benedict Cumberbatch and Thom Yorke blonde. I love them both dearly.

Also, I saw Mister Jordan today and he waded in with the timetables and the fact that I have a school photo tomorrow and that I have high expectations etc... I basically replied to all of this with a simple, yet nonetheless to the point, "I don't give a fuck about my exams, Sir.." with a slightly bewildered look across my face and then he simply replied with "OK then, sure, sure!" Dick. He doesn't understand anything. But then none of them do, but then it's OK because Tiddy's on the case and I'm not coming in until I'm 'ready'. Which is basically never.

The only good thing to come out of it all...

It might just be the insanely awesome amounts of Thom Yorke, or the fact that I don't have many people to Radiohead-squee with, or because I just listened to HTDC, or something strange in the water, but I'd just like to say that this "blog"'s one of the best things I've ever seen.

Hahahahahahahahahahhaahaha

It's so true I could die with embarrassment.

Na, nevermind. I feel another spam coming on.

Before we begin

Oh the many marvels of tumblr.

I've had an OK computer day today. It hasn't been terrible, but it hasn't been normal either. Whatever normal is these days.

Tomorrow I have to go to see the doctor. I know I have to before everything gets out of hand, but I really don't want to have to face that there's something wrong.

The subject of moving and jumping into new things has come up again today. I'll elaborate when I get the details.

I'm looking forward to tomorrow. It's the start of something new, without sounding too High School Musical about it all. I shall get the horrible 'men in white coats' part of the day out of the way, then move on to tidying my room for photographs for the house man. Not to mention play some piano, catch up on some Sherlock time and have a nice lunch.

N.B that I'm not doing any 'school work' or 'revising'. I can't said Thom in 1992/93.

Just cause you feel it, doesn't mean it's there

I've found loads of these Thom Yorke 'meme' things today. They're amazing. If you're on tumblr I suggest you follow this particular tumblrog. (That is of course only if you find the memes of any interest whatsoever, otherwise it's completely pointless).

*I think I'm going to delete Facebook. It scares me. But not in a good way like Serialism does.

I swear to God that somebody showed me this picture a few days ago... or it's just a very vivid delusion. The point is that just ignore Benny for a moment (however impossible that is) and focus on the man who seems to suffer from slight Bieber Fever, or in other words: James Rhodes. I've been re-watching piano man and have come to the conclusion that I love him and his voice. To summarise, he's a beautiful man who can play the piano with one hand most eloquently. He's a true inspiration, and is a great definition of someone who revolutionises music. Plus he likes Chopin, a lot. Which just means an extra brownie point for you, sir! Oh, and apparently he's acquainted with Stephen Fry? I'm not sure where/when/why this happened, but yeah, even more reason to like him I guess!

A lot's been happening to me. Things which I can't really explain nor do I wish to until Monday's been and gone. So until then, let's just go with the automated response of "Rachel's been off school because she has had bad headaches"...

I'm about to buy quite a lot of Radiohead merchandise from international eBay users. Not that that has anything to do with this video. No, this video just demonstrates the only music I listen to at the moment (bar from the bare necessities of RH)

180 degrees

I think I prefer tumblr for the simple reason that I feel I can spam (que Louie Spence) lots and lots of Thom Thom and not feel guilty about it because there's others who do it a far greater extent. May I divert your attention to the Thom Yorke's Manhood tumblr with a background of a thrusting Thom Thom gif. I mean it's lovely, but just a tad disconcerting don't you think?

These two together are just too cute. If that's even possible. Which it isn't.

I would love to give him a hug like Ed gives him a hug 2:55 into the interview.

Apart from this though JUST OMG I'M THOMOSEXUAL. Na, that's not it. Or is it? Ha. How quaint.