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Well.

Yes! 

Yes! Wolf! Of the Patrick variety!
MARVELLOUS.
Again I went along with my dear twin and neither of us was very impressed with the primary school teacher - wannabe Bjork.
Just dire.
But not the worst either of us have ever seen.

But... PATRICK WOLF.
What an awesome sound.
I was most taken aback.
He can sing.
And he can play numeorus instruments.
AND.
A MacBook is essential to his music.
Splendid.
I am in love.
I must purchase his albums.
I am enjoying music once more.
And now... Do I go to Pop Levi tomorrow?
I can't decide..
I can't decide..

Oh! How I missed music.
Why is it I always adore rediscovering it?
How do I lose it in the first place?
I guess I am alone this week.. Have more time to explore.. And my music adoring alter ego has escaped once more.
And I forgot how much I loved her.
Stay a while won't you dear?

Last night I went with my dear twin to go and see The Bluetones.
Neither of us are hardcore fans.
We were kind of bored by them in fact.
They're the UK's answer to Weezer but Weezer are a little cooler.
In their defence they have written a most beautiful and mesmerizing song called "Sleazy Bed Track".
I think thats what it was called.
But goodness it made me melt.
And was just so beautiful.

The band I was in fact taken with was "The Hot Puppies".
Sizzling songs.
A guitarist who looks like Morrissey.
A drummer who makes the most hilarious facial expressions.
A bassist who kind of hid from my sight.
A synth player who just looked splendid.
And a vocalist?
A vocalist to fall in love with.
A vocalist with the ability to capture an audience and make you feel the words she is singing.
A vocalist of Karen-O esque talent.
Oh! And did I mention she has a simply FANTASTIC voice?

And the music?
Well goodness. My twin and I looked at one another and "The Long Blondes" with a huge BUT escaped our lips.
We like The Hot Puppies a hell of a lot more.
We could think of four note-worthy tracks that The Long Blondes had produced and were simply amazed at how much we enjoyed ALL of The Hot Puppies set.
Tantalising synth sounds added to tease our ears combined with the general indie-esque feel not to mention Becky's vocals made this a perfect set for me.
And now all I can hear in my head is The Hot Puppies.
And its not too much of an issue...

Whatever happened to that odd boy I used to know.
He kind of left me in the dark.
And I am making reconnections with the past.
With people I used to know.
And it is kind of nice.
And I have decided I don't want to let the people I love and adore disappear.
That must call me, write me letters, text me, appear on my doorstep.
I want to know crazy people who would jump on a plane to see me spur of the moment like.
Just if I called them up and told them I was having a mental time and I missed them.
People who don't find it weird to jump on a train to anywhere and just have a bit of a laugh on the ride.
The kind of people who like to dress up and weird people out.
People... Who are different.
Different to each other, different to me - people who I probably won't agree with all the time.
But people who are just there and are real and will always strike up a conversation with me.
I sat on a chair today in the middle of a crowded room and no one so much as said hello.
Those are the kind of people I want to leave behind.
Just because... I'm not cool anymore.

Yes. Cambridge School of Art (APU) accepted me.
Pretty much unconditionally as I have to do no work to achieve 220 points.
So its a given. I'm in.
Who's next?

"You'll find it hiding in shadows
You'll find it hiding in cupboards
It will walk you home safe every night
It will help you remember

If that's way it is
Then that's the way it is

I still feel you and the taste of cigarettes
What could I ever run to
Just tell me it's tearing you apart
Just tell me you cannot sleep

And you didn't even notice
When the sky turned blue
And you couldn't tell the difference
Between me and you
And I nearly didn't notice
The gentlest feeling

You are the bluest light"

Why does this remind me of something?
Something stirs in the back of my mind and I continue to listen in the hope whatever it is will surface.
Mmmm. Odd.

Who is she?
And at the end of the day... I doubt I can compete.
- Just don't let me down... -

I quite fancy one right now.
My little corner of the world where no one else inhabits.
My little room that I know I bear a little significance in.
Bringing life to negatives.
Creating.
Creating for the rest of the world to see.
Little fragments of time.. captured on a sheet of paper.
Magic.
At least I bear some significance there.

Yes. I fall in love too easily.
Cambridge.
I loved it.
I felt right at home.
I loved the course leader, the course...
It allows me to be artistic..
Doesn't let me abandon art.
Yet so many things keep going round in my head:
"Is Cambridge really best for your future career?"
"The Napier course looks like a stunner AND its cheaper - much cheaper"
"London has networking potential and its a cool place"
"Yeah - but do you really want to walk out of your front door and onto a crime scene?"
[actually.... that'd be kind of cool if they let me take photos]
"You have to travel by tube everywhere..."
"London is kind of expensive"
"You just want to go to Cambridge because you know people there and know people going there"
"Not to mention Sam...."
"What about the first person?"
And it just goes on and on and on....
At the end of the day I reckon it'll be a dart board decision...
But it may not be an issue.
It's unlikely that they'll all want me - good point - so I haven't got too worry too much yet.
It'd be mental if they did....
BUT.
That is NEVER going to happen.
And if it does?
I am 100% truly and utterly fucked.
I await the post with anticipation....
If anyone has a cure to my falling in love with everything and everyone I meet then please send it my way.
It's kind of dangerous.
I feel like Caroline in Pretty In Pink (The Psychedelic Furs).
Soon I just won't be able to keep up...
And neither will they.