Pull Yourself Together, It's Not The End Of The World (Wednesday)

Large Hard-on Collider? Large Hadron Collider. Whatever, whatever. I like that two of the CMS experiments are called ALICE and ATLAS. 'Alice and Atlas' sounds like celebrity children's names.



(The Flickr photostream I got that photo from was called 'HOLLYWOOD KIDS'. No joke of a lie.)

Have as many kids as you can, 'cos then there's more chance that one of them will make it in (jazz hands) 'Hollywood'. Then who's paying the bills? 'Hollywood Kid.'

Well? I haven't got all day! Put the fucking thing on so I can decide whether it's worth it to go all the way down the road to the shop or not. The world can't end before I turn twenty, can it?

Things I Need To Do Before The World Ends:

- turn twenty
- take a Polaroid photograph
- get arrested, just to say I have
- call my Dad, I said I would about a week ago, fuuuuuuck
- wash my hair
- stuff myself with bacon (if we're all going to die, what's the point of being vegetarian?)
- listen to Only By The Night a few more times, decide whether it's a snoozer or just fucking crap

The new Kings of Leon album is all over the internet - this doesn't necessarily mean I have it, nobody sue me, okay? I don't know what to make of it. Just got a Boredoms and an OOIOO album, neither particularly new, and the Liars back catalogue. Oh, and Cass McCombs' not-particularly-new record. These are all things I've been meaning to buy for ages, like the books in If On A Winter's Night A Traveler (not my choice of US spelling, I can assure you).

Sunny days make me motivated. I think it's time to go and rearrange my books into publishing-house order. Don't laugh at me, this is not a way off from the truth of how I spend my afternoons.

Sidney called me up last night, wanting to know what I wanted for my birthday. You'd think, being my sister, she could at least think of something. She's hocking her Nintendo to pay for it, which I thought very noble, until it became apparent that she only wants that money so she can buy fags and cider to drink in the park this weekend. I might just get her to get me Where The Wild Things Are, I haven't ever owned a copy.