I came on here just now and was startled by a sudden burst of crappy indie rock. I panicked as I looked for the source, and my best guess is that it came from one of the ads that pockmark the front page. Either that or I'm losing my mind. Again.

This girl is amazing:



Ladies and gentlemen, this is Laura Marling.



Here's a preview of her album (I don't know if you yanks can access it...I hope so):

http://entertainment.timesonline.co.uk/tol/arts_and_entertainment/music/article7058679.ece

Oscar night is great, for all the wrong reasons. The main source of entertaintment comes from the media, the interviewers and commentators. Their servile attitude towards the stars verges on the feudal. And is it just me or is the way stars (overwhelmingly women) pose for the cameras ridiculous to watch? Like watching children make faces in front of a mirror. You go "d'aaawwww" because they take it so seriously and look kinda cute, but you don't have the heart to tell them that they also look like stuck up little morons.

And the constant discussion about gowns takes triteness to hitherto unexplored territories. Someone should have the balls to make a really good satire on the Oscars and Hollywood culture in general. As it is, I feel as I'm looking through the looking glass at the natives of some strange alien planet.

Interviewers seem to have a thing for "Oscar rituals". I'd love it if one of the stars replied to that particular query by saying: "Oh, you know, Imma big fan of Aleister Crowley, so I usually get me and the wife romping naked over a specially drawn pentacle, smattering each other with fresh goat's blood...."

Happy Valentine's Day! Yeah, I don't have anything better to say, but whatever. I found a rose stapled to a lampost on my way home today, so that's the gift sorted out. Hope everyone is well out there.

I'm now 21 . And so it goes...

I've just come on here to say that I hate Vista. Fuck you, Microsoft. Fuck you.

...so, what are people doing for Halloween? I'm stuck in a computer room at uni, procastinating on here and whiling away my time unproductively. Jooooy.

This is fascinating:

http://www.bbc.co.uk/blogs/adamcurtis/

I'm flouting social convention and walking barefoot everywhere I go. Ha! This has nothing to do with the fact that I've managed to lock myself out of my bedroom while the keys where still inside, oh no siree. I'm a wild spirit with his feet firmly planted on the ground, or at least those bits of the ground that don't have pieces of glass attached to them.

Sigh.

I smell and strange Arabic men are feeding me pastries. How did it come to this?