Hello,

you know what’s weird? This summer, I’ve been getting the same amount of sleep as I do during the school year. And I do not get enough sleep during the school year, although I do push waking up until the VERY last minute. I don’t know why. I guess on one hand, I’m having an amazing time at the moment, and I love waking up for a new day! And during the rest off the year…well, I’m obligated to wake up seven though I hate it. So it’s really rather trivial. But this is just one of the things that I regret about this summer.

 yes, sigh sigh sigh, we’re nearly half way through August which means summer is coming to an end. One question; what the hell happened? Where did it go? wasn’t graduation like a week ago? Oh my god. It’s not fair. I fucking hate school. Haaaate it. Name one thing I like about it? Oh wait. I can’t. I hate every last bloody thing. I hate America, too. So all in all, its prety damn torturous having to go home soon. I really hate, loathe, despise it. the misery I feel at the beginning of the school year is almost too much too handle. Wait, no, I can handle it. But, suppressing it like I do doesn’t really help. So basically, we’re screwed. Soon it’s back to that old life…of misery, hate, bitterness, anxiety, stress, nerves, fear,emptiness,  and frequent self-loathing. Thank you, American public schools. 

The nerves have begun. I can’t take this. It’s just too much.(shut up, Naomi).

anyway, the thing with my blogs is, they only last a year. Or so I want them to. I start at the beginning of September and continue for 365 days. One of the main reasons I blog is to capture the change in myself, and compare one year from another. And to be honest this blog’s days are fast coming to an end. It’s been a well…actually I won’t lie, I didn’t like this year. Plenty of things just kinda deteriorated. But anyway, regardless, this blog has seen everything and it’s nearly done. So, this calls for some important questions. Number one, WordPress or Blogspot? I’ve tried both now, and to be honest I can’t see which is superior. Does wordpress do playlists? I really would love playlists again. But wordpress screws up less and the layouts are better. Opinions? Also, I need a title and stuff. It’ll be some lyrics, needless to say. But umm…Jonsi? Biffy Clyro? Libertines? Peter Doherty? Muse? The antlers? Florence and the Machine? Something else? This is tricky! Also, this year I’m gonna start a music blog. Because I’m loving music at the moments, thanks to the NME and everything. It’ll be reviews of singles and albums, fangirl rambles about random bands, opinions on music, finding new bands, all that. I mean it won’t be Pitchfork, mostly just me discussing my love of music, but I hope that goes well. I need a title for that too. Opinions?

today was my sister’s birthday. I got her a sort of cat ornament. She got some good stuff. we went to the zoo–it was great. It was cold and windy so there weren’t many people there and the animals were more lively than they normally are when we go, in the heat. Every animal had babies, it was weird and lovely. plus, this year unlike the last, I didn’t have a sort of anxiety explosion part way through, which was very lovely and made the whole day more fun. oh, but you now what? In the lemur enclosure, they used to have this big rope bridge that you walked across and it was great. But they just made it a normal bridge! Not fair! we’ve been on that bridge with buggies, with two-year-olds, my mom has worn heels on it. too many memories. and now this? you disappoint me, zoo.

I went to Cambridge yesterday. It was both really amazing and really bad. I mean, it’s a lovely place. A lot of historical buildings and great shops and a really nice atmosphere. But here’s the slight issue. Guess where my parents went to college? Yeah. there. If you’re here wondering “But Naomi, YOU aren’t a genius”, I’ll have you know that no, I am not a genius. Far from it. I suppose they have some gene that i didn’t get. which is especially weird, because a couple of my grandparents and a few aunts and uncles went there too, and one cousin just finished his undergraduate there. So why did I miss out on this? we were looking around the colleges and it was so intimidating. I loved it, would KILL to go there someday(even though I have absolutely no idea what i’m gonna study!) but it was just scary. I have this really annoying perfectionist nature in me and it freaks me out that its more than likely that I won’t get a place here. and i know, I know, when that day comes I’ll fall into a crumbling mess of disappointment and self hatred that won’t disappear until I’m in my 30′s all because of one silly little university and my silly little mind. Maybe I’m jusy silly because I’m worrying about this at age 14. but I’m a worrier, I can’t help it, so there. we went to all the historical places, various art stores and clothes stores and stuff. Oh yeah, and we went to HMV. Did I get a CD? oh, you know me. of course I did. I spotted Villagers’ debut and it was a moment of “oh my god. i neeeed that”. It’s weird. you know how when a band you’ve know since they were slightly well known gets super well known and it’s annoying? But I’ve known Villagers and loved hem since before they were signed and you might expect me to not like them getting popular. But no. It actually makes knowing them cooler! weird, night? Anyway, after we came home we went to tescos to get stuff for my sisters birthday, and we saw some old friends there. Well, mostly my sister’s friend. But that was cool. I went for a walk in the evening.

Friday we were supposed to go out with some friends again–but they cancelled. it’s a shame because time is running out and I’m great friends with them and I really want to see them again before the weekend, but I probably won’t now. anyway, me, my mom, and my sister, went out to lunch and it was really great, and then we went pottery painting. Mine was a sort of noodle dish thing. I was a kind of botched job, but fun nonetheless. And then we went on a long drive and got kinda lost, but we found a jam museum that my mom wanted to find and it was everything you’d expect out of a jam museum but I got fudge, and then we came home.

thursday we picked my sister up from her sleepover. And we also went into town again–I got combat boots! they’re great. the weather has been bad lately so we couldn’t do much. at the last minute we decided to go pottery painting, but we didn’t have enough time. So instead we went to this old fashioned sweet shop and I got all, um, old fashioned sweets. I love that place to death. also, my dad arrived here.

Wednesday we went to a small town in the morning just for a walk around. In the afternoon my sister went to a friend’s house(who lives in an area that looks like all the houses are in some Playmobil world) so me and my mom went shopping. We weren’t there for anything in particular really, but I figured clothes are a way to look different in the most shallow and trite way possible, and I’ll certainly look different in British clothes, hence the shopping. British fashion is so weird right now. Which scares me, because what the UK normally does in fashion, the US follows. And if that happens with this, I’m screwed! Can someone explain to me why every teenage girl dresses like a hipster? Has the quirky clogs, tights, high-waisted denim shorts, floral shirts, scene hair, too-much-mascara thing just become the norm? Because it’s a little bit intimidating, how EVERYONE has episodes of the Mighty Boosh and Animal Collective songs by memory. Each place is filled with girls frantically grabbing for army jackets and knee-high socks, their platinum hair flying everywhere and them calling back to their flocks of i’m-too-cool-for-you-no-really-i-am friends,  and you’re just there awkward as ever, just wondering what moron thought up ‘jeggings’ and why the models look like 15-year-olds staring at their feet in front of a forest so they can add a stupid photo to their fashion blog! Jesus! And Top Shop? have you seen that store? How the hell is that place so popular? Seriously, how in the world can you wear those things without being ridiculed into becoming a recluse? Where was I when illogical, asymmetrical, ironic dresses became cool? I’m not sure whether I like it or hate it, all I know is that it makes everyone look even more cookie cutter than before.*

*why yes, I did get something. Such a hypocrite, yeah, shoot me. It’s not like ridiculously bad. Okay, it’s this baggy purple sweater thing, not the most original, but I find shopping for autumn and winter clothes a nightmare back over the pond.

And finally Tuesday it was a rainy day, again, but we went to see my friends. We were supposed to go on their trampoline or to the park, but the while on the trampoline before I got there, the nearly-six-feet brother fell on top of his nearly-five-feet sister and she had to go to hospital for severe rib damage. So no trampoline. We played monopoly briefly and went on their computer, and then watched the Simpsons and Marley And Me which was an awful movie, and it’s amazing that one puppy can distract thousands of people from a movie without a plot and subsequently suck millions of dollars out of them. Then we played MASH, and I came out really good, being a binlady living in a mansion with a Lamborghini and a fish with Alex Turner, and we played Twister briefly, and then we had to go home. Al round, a good day, too.

The weird thing is, it’s not even eleven yet! I still have time to watch QI! By the way,  just finished watching Simon Amstell’s Grandma’s house online. And, okay, I’m gonna say I like it. But mostly because I’m the biggest Simon Amstell fan ever. It’s not like it’s extremely witty or funny or anything, even though it is a little. Mostly it’d just awkward and adorable, just like Simon. Do I see a TV addiction coming? Oh yes, I do. As for music, I’m still lovin’ Jonsi and Paloma Faith and Doves and Villagers and Muse and The Prodigy and stuff.

And oh, V is in SIX DAYS! The excitement is getting unbelievable! I keep listening to all the bands, thinking how great it’ll be. Like, you have no idea. So good I can’t even begin to describe it.  But I am tired now. So, until then…bye.

- Naomi