25th December 2007

No Excuses

First of all: merry Christmas!
I’ve been severely neglecting this blog. I guess it got lost with all the festive excitement and all that coursework Well, since I have a nice two week break, I figured it would be a good time to sit down and write up about my recent adventure: none other than seeing my absolute favourite band ever live.
It might have happened over a month ago, but the memory is still fresh in my mind. I had been counting down for weeks on end, getting increasingly excited as the 26th of November neared. The weekend before that Monday, I had done all of my homework on Saturday, and spent Sunday playing Kaiser Chiefs songs full blast. I couldn’t get a wink of sleep, but when I got out of bed on Monday morning I didn’t feel tired at all. This was the day I got to see Kaiser Chiefs live. Read more…

20th October 2007

Happy Birthday to Nick…

It is Nick Hodgson’s 30th birthday!
See, about half an hour ago, he was 29. Now, a 14 year-old and a 29 year-old sounds bad enough already. But 14 and 30? Eeeew.
Ah, I still love him. I will marry him, then use him to seduce Ricky and commit bigamy. Of course, Nick wouldn’t be seducing Ricky. Nick would just be my means of getting to Ricky. Although maybe Nick seducing Ricky would work too. And then I jump in at the last minute and say “gtfo Nick!” And…
… this is turning into some strange form of slash/fan fiction. Like “you-think-it’s-going-to-be-slash-fiction-and-then-Tish-marries-Ricky” fiction. Hmm, OK, I’m going to spew out a load of keywords for Google now: kaiser chiefs slash fiction nick ricky tish cough teh lulz. (:
I put up a new layout. The other one was really really bugging me. You know when you look at something for too long and it starts looking ugly? It was like that. Except I can stare at Ricky and Nick forever and they are both still the most attractive specimens of the male gender that I know.
Maybe this layout will be a Ricky. Or a Nick.

2nd September 2007

Oh yay.

Back to school in two days.
After three years of messing about, not doing any work and swearing at teachers behind their backs, I have to actually get down to business and be serious. Guaranteed, I will burst out laughing in the middle of one of their “this is serious” assemblies. I don’t want to grow up. Yet I feel myself getting older and older as time passes me by.
I will have to make new friends, as we are getting mixed up for lessons this year. In other schools I think you get mixed from the start, but not us. Up until year ten, we have lessons in the same form, with the exception of ICT and D&T where we the forms are split into halves.
I guess I’m kind of excited to see all my friends again, but I really don’t want to have to do any work. I like lazy time. Oh well, roll on November 26th, I’m going to see the Kaiser Chiefs! I’m already excited. I wish Ricky would crowd surf so I could touch him at least. I don’t think he will though, the stage is too far away from the crowd at the NIA (or so I’ve been told). I can’t believe it. I’ll actually see them all, real, alive, in the flesh. I want to touch Nick’s hair, damnit
Right, so I’ve wandered off into another topic as usual. I’m currently sitting at my laptop with a jar of Nutella, drowning my sorrows in it. I might get a cup of tea actually. Here I am, wandering again. My mind is in no state to return to the (run by hypocritical fascists) institute of learning. I can’t spell, I can’t write legibly, I can’t add and I can’t think in a straight line. In the words of the Beatles: help! :S :rawr:

31st August 2007

Is it wrong?

I’ve suddenly developed an affixation with Kaiser Chiefs’ drummer, Nick Hodgson. Well, not suddenly, it’s been hibernating in the back of my mind for quite some time; but when you’re bored and you go searching on Google images, wonderful things can happen. And I now find myself in love^[1] with someone who is fifteen years older than me, famous, and has a girlfriend. Yet I get a warm, fuzzy feeling inside when I hear him sing (very badly, eeek) or speak (love Yorkshire accents!) or see a picture of him looking pointy and long-haired. I’m officially an obsessed, crazed fangirl.

Wouldn’t it be amusing if Nick searched his own name on Google and this came up somewhere? If you’re reading this Nick, I’ve probably gotten over you by now, considering the amount of time Google takes to spider pages and for people like me to get to the top of search lists. Nevertheless, I would like to hear from you, since I am probably the most famous Kaiser Chiefs’ fan on the internet (hah, as if, Tish…) and I absolutely love you all. I will be somewhere near the front of the crowd wearing a white “YOURS TRULY ANGRY MOB” t-shirt at your Birmingham NIA gig on November 26th. Please feel free to throw your drumsticks at/to me

1. I use the term loosely. By love, I mean infatuation You know, the type that makes you focus on one person only and lets you forget about everything/one else…

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