Howdy y'all.
Don't really have much to say, but I wanted to post.
This was taken at Big Chill, and it was the morning. I had already eaten, but I was eating again because I didn't want to have to take food home with me.

Oh, yeah, results on Thursday.
I got an A in English, a B in French, and C's in History and Classics. Better than expected but still.

And the bands I want to see:
Furnace Mountain playing at The Slaughtered Lamb on the 28th of September. It's a Tuesday, and a school day, I know, and after my grades I need to knuckle down, I know, but they're really cute. The Miserable Rich are playing at The Luminaire. Again, it's a weekday (Thursday, to be exact) but I don't want to miss them. I saw them at the Big Chill, but I had to leave before they finished because my bladder was making a huuge statement about alcohol =S
Finally, on the 15th of October, Mean Poppa Lean are going to be playing at Barfly Camden. Which'll be plain awesome. And it's a Friday. So I have to go.

I would like to see Fionn Regan, so I'll need to check out if he has any shows soon that aren't at Green Man (lucky Rechuisity gets to see him!)
I'm sad that I missed him and The Leisure Society play at Big Chill :')

Good luck to those waiting on GCSE results
Happy Blogging
Lots of Love,
Little Newman

So today, I feel like blogging again; to be honest, I'm not all to sure why.

What I did today.
I went to bed around four thirty/fivish, and was woken up at nine twenty something by my sister, asking me if I was on the bus, as I was meant to go to her house for breakfast.
I replied that sadly, I was not and that her call, in fact, had been the thing to wake me up.
She was not impressed, so we decided to reschedule. She said she'd call in the evening.
I then spent another few hours lying in bed.
Washed my hair, the end result of this being that I now (apparently) look like Lionel Ritchie. At least before I (apparently) only looked like someone in a Lionel Ritchie video.

I took my brother to my sister's house at around eight this evening, where my cousin already was.
It was really lovely, and they both kept me laughing. Those two really make me feel good.
And then I went home.
That is pretty much my day.

I really wanted to write today, some more of Edges Of Perfection, but I don't know if I can. I'll give it a damn good try though, for Leisha who spurred me on :') she is so lovely.

And I have some additions to my -already- disgustingly long reading list (which I've not shortened one jot over the course of this holiday).
They are:

• Gone With The Wind by Margaret Mitchell
• Orlando by Virginia Woolf
• Breakfast at Tiffany's by Truman Capote

As well as just some general Wodehouse.
I'll post my full reading list up here some day, so you guys can appreciate my true pain.

But now, with prawns long gone from my belly
And a head empty of ideas
But a leg filled with them
I'll bid you adieu
Hope you're days are as good as mine :D
Happy Blogging,
Lots of Love
Little Newman
xxx

Hello, my lucky lovelies :D two posts in as many days!
I don't know what brought this on, I just felt like posting, although I've done jack shit today. Actually, I think I do know what might be the cause of this incredible generosity. A certain Angeline Marie, who can be found here.
Currently, this post is titleless. I don't know if that's how it'll reach you guys, but as you know, I can't change a title without having another one to replace it, and to be honest, I'd rather no title at all than a bad one.

So my dad woke me up at 7:30 this morning. I had gone to sleep roughly three hours before. I know, it's hard times.
He woke me up to eat breakfast, so I ate like a zombie before traipsing back to bed and I didn't allow myself to wake up until around noon/one p.m. By which time I felt awful. I didn't actually get out of bed till two, which just sucked.
Did nothing much till six, when I start work.

BUTTTTT I am quite happy with a new character I've created, although to be honest, her story isn't really that well written, more's the pity. She is seventeen/eighteen years old, and her name is Jasmina. She decided, at the tender age of fourteen, that she needed to make life more interesting, and did so by picking up a few vices and dressing like she was a nineteenth century gentleman. I do like her and her younger sister quite a lot :)

Well anyway my dears, I hope you all have or will spend your days more productively than me...
Happy Blogging
Lots of love,
Little Newman
xxx

Hai!

My personal vocabulary hs once again, extended after spending the day with my dad's Polish friend and her two year old son :)

He is adorable, and very very friendly. He is also good- obediant, and he shares astoundingly well. Because he is so young, he doesn't differentiate between Polish and English, so when he spoke, it was in a mixture of the two, and I often found myself being casully chatted at in Polish, which was sweet. And so, on to my new words (which I shall have to hazard a guess at spelling). Pacha which means look, and tot which means this, but which I believe can also mean there. I remember these especially because his mother told me their meanings twice, and when we were dropping them back home, we saw a rainbow, and I was told by little Mimi (the little boy) 'opacha tot!' to look as the rainbow :)

I say I add them to my own personal vocabulary, because I like that my daily conversation contains elements of languages other than English (although I was embarassed the other day when I responed with 'hai!' to a friend's question, and she gave me the oddest look!) I often contain elements of French and German in my daily conversation- I keep it simple, no worries! Jut a 'nein' or 'danke-schon'. Sometimes I stretch myself further, to the limits of my French/German vocabulary.

Rechuisity Forceps taught me a very nice Yiddish word the other day- nu. It means 'is it not so' and I think it's very handy, and quicker to say than innit; more elegant as well.

Angie told me the other day she spontaneously replied in Latin to a question rather than in British!
I think that's brilliant! I only wish we spoke another language at home. I'd love to be bilingual.

On anther topic, I yesterday went on a day of Waterstones with Angie.
We went to the Gower Street Waterstones, which is the largest educaion bookshop in Europe (!!!) and then from there, we took a quick bus ride down to the flagship store in Piccadilly. I confess; our main reason for going there was to sit on the fifth floor, where a certain favourite indie-kid actor of ours sometimes spends time.

We were not prepared for the high levels of swank that met us when we got there! I was so nervous, I made us go downstairs while I regained my composure!
It was not the average Costa Coffee I had been expecting. Oh, no. That is the basement level cafe. I was exposed to the 'Fifth View, Bar and Restaurant'. The carpets were so plush I practically sank ankle deep in them, and they had all that reasonable extortionism one expects from a high class dedicated restaurant as opposed to an eatery on top of a bookshop!
But I confess, despite it having used pretty much ALL of my budget, I loved it there, and Angie and I fully plan to go and eat there so often that the waitresses recognise us.
In addition to this, the actual bookshop itself is lovely, very airy, and easy to find different things- Angie and I kept on losing ourselves in the History, Politics and Language sections, and I almost cried when I found the section devoted to linuistics.
So yes, I definitely include that on any London day trip 'to see list'.

Hope your yesterdays and todays were as nice and educational as mine!
Sitting on the floor of my bedroom with the laptop charger digging into my leg
Lots of love and
Happy Blogging!
Little Newman
xxx