Sorry, but this made me remember how cute ‘Love Actually’ is

I had no idea I had two-hundred and twenty-two Eels songs in my library. Impressive.

I bet you’re thinking, “why doesn’t she get a bloody Twitter account?”

Still restoring ShiTunes, btw.

I’m still awake and on the computer, restoring my iTunes library, so I may as well make yet another post.

I am becoming obsessed with Beach House. In the run-up to the Grizzly Bear & Beach House show – which should prove to be the gig of the year for me, so far, unless the heavens shine upon me and Sufjan Stevens or Belle and Sebastian do a tour – I am listening to them more than Grizzly Bear. Possibly cos I’ve been listening to them longer than I have GB. Or maybe it’s because Teen Dream is so. Fucking. Sweet. And extremely addictive, let’s not forget that.

Obviously Victoria Legrand and Alex Scally are really cool… but they don’t seem like stuck-up hipsters, you know? That’s definitely a (non-music) reason that they appeal to me.

She seems to make that hideous outfit work somehow.

Lol, he looks a bit like Wayne Coyne there.

DID I HAPPEN TO MENTION I LOATHE ITUNES WITH A PASSION?

For pete’s sake. I hate computers so much. I wish technology was never invented. Except iPods. And that there was some magic way to load stuff up onto them without the ‘aid’ of computers. The world would be a much better place. I fucking hate iTunes. Ugh, just fuck off iTunes. Why do you have to be so anal about file locations and shit? ARRRRRRRRRRHGHHH///////////// guess it serves me right for having 20.2 days’ worth of music.

My neighbours are still waking the dead with their noise. I’m going to the fridge now, to eat some mango sticks. In order to balance out the chocolate I just ate.

Lame, lame, lame.

I hate noisy people next door. They’re just larking around in the kitchen, laughing and stuff. It’s 2:30am – they should either be out, or in bed. I’m not friends with them, but I feel like my chances of becoming so would be even slimmer if I went round and politely told them to STFU.

I am resisting the urge to post a bitchy Facebook status. It is difficult, let me tell you. Probably as difficult as… I don’t know, me not jumping on Sufjan Stevens were I ever to come within ten feet of him.

Well, I guess I can’t complain as I’m not even attending uni tomorrow , due to my flu-like symptoms. Hope it’s not la grippe porcine (my dad thinks that translation is hilarious, by the way).

To add insult to injury, my iPod/iTunes is being incredibly cantankerous… it has lost all the file locations, meaning that if I want to listen to something, I now have to faff around clicking until I get acute RSI. Thanks, iTunes. Thanks a bunch.

A blue map of Cornwall, up on a bedroom wall

I suddenly really want to go to Cornwall.

I love its ice cream!

Its pasties! (not the proper traditional ones though, as they have beef in them)

Its beautiful place names! (Penzance, Polzeath, Isles of Scilly, Bodmin, Godrevy) (DISCLAIMER: at least two of these may be Patrick Wolf related)

And most of all, ITS MYTHS AND LEGENDS! (the Knights of the Round Table, Tristan & Iseult, the lost land of Lyonesse etc)

Well, it’s rarely looked like this when I’ve been (the last time was… uh, about five years ago, actually). In fact, its Atlantic location makes it cloudy and rainy most of the time. But I can only say that this adds to the inimitable charm of Cornwall. I just love it. You don’t feel like you’re in Britain when you’re there.

Andrew Bird read a dictionary

Okay, so AB had this song ‘The Naming of Things’ on his album The Mysterious Production of Eggs. Four years later, on Noble Beast, he has a song called ‘Nomenclature’. THE TWO SONG TITLES MEAN THE SAME THING!

You see, I came across the word ‘nomenclature’ in a seminar text and since I remembered it was a song, I had to look it up. The definition reminded me of the first title. So there you go. Those four years meant everything, Mr Bird got cleverer.

Yes, well done me.

Amusing things I spotted

Found this beaut’ on some catalogue. Year of the Monocle? Are you serious?

See the little makeshift orange plus-sign next to £1. Mate, that’s not the grammatical failure you need to be worried about…

Like that’ll stop legionella growth.

Playmobil and Sylvanian Families, two of my favourite things as a child. Then I see huge versions in the window of a toyshop. Cool!

You get sadder the smarter you get

It truly amazes me how telepathic connections exist. There’s no plausible reason they should… but two different friends calling today just as I felt like utter shit? Astounding.

Another great musical discovery:

Giant Drag, aka Annie Hart. And some guy who presumably has quit by now.
You know what the funny thing is? I remember reading about her in ELLEgirl when I was around 14 years old, and was at a crazy stage of making notes of bands to check out. But I soon forgot about this. It’s only when she popped up in my Last.fm recommendations today that I was suddenly spurred on to finally do what I should have done almost 5 years ago: listen to Giant Drag.
Kinda sounds like The Kills only a bit more… surfy?
P.S. Annie is so adorable it makes me sick.