Lily Allen makes AVERAGE music.

I was quite unimpressed when I read Lily Allen's MySpace blog entry. I understand that everyone is allowed an opinion, and maybe Carl Barat wasn't being too overly enthused about meeting her, but in all fairness, i don't think I'd be.

"Carl Barat is obviously convinced he is God or something ,though the other two guys ( who werent in the Libertines) seemed alright . Carl didn't make eye contact with anyone , not that I could see anyway ( and they have ORGANIC sliced bread on the rider ) . Klaxons were the only people who were likeable and there music is actually something to write home about , unlike the other two . Boys your regurgitated indie rock days are numbered so get over yourselves."

First point at hand, eh? What does organic sliced bread have to do with shit?

Secondly, who is she to criticise Carl? Some bird who's released ONE track, who's album has a grand total of 5 alright tracks, and the rest is utter gobshite? No, I'm sorry, Lily, you ain't all that.

I'll admit, since I got her album (downloaded for free, god knows I wouldn't waste my money...) I've listened a couple times. Tom kept saying about how it improves the more you listen, and at first hear, I liked two songs on it, that's now increased to five, but I can't see it getting better.

Regurgitated indie rock? The Libs made Indie a big thing. They inspired a bout of new Indie bands to come out of the woodwork (Although, some should probably crawl back in). In my humble opinion, The Libertines are fucking Gods. I don't agree with Pete's drug abuse, and whatnot, but I believe if people stopped caring about what he was doing and let him get on with it, he'd be dead within the year and nobody will have to worry anymore. Shame, it has been a waste of talent.

Anyway, enough of Lily.

I've got a fuckin' psychology exam in a weeks time. I've got loads of revision left to do, but I did quite a bit today. Schizophrenia. My best topic this term. I love the Dopamine Hypothesis. Fuckin' turns me on.

Oh, and if you care, Tom's got a little side project at the moment. He's become a singer (Albeit, a bit of a shite one)

www.myspace.com/thomfuller

He wrote a song about me, but in all fairness I've gone off it rapidly as it's sung to Lily Allen's backing track to Smile. She just keeps coming back to haunt me... but give it a listen. My plays are curently in the lead. And it's a song about my 'love' for O-Town. Of course, it's less of a love, more of a obsession. I feel a little twattish now for slating Lily, and then admitting I'm an O-Town obsessive. Of course, though, I realise O-Town suck. They're just so shit that they are fun. And watching them dance is like... agonisingly funny.

But lily sucks.

Carl quite blatantly just oozes talent and charisma and gorgeousness.

I've had enough. I'm going to go listen to the Libs.

xxx

'Cos you see I'm on a losing streak, I can't get no, no no no.

Well hello there. I do hope this entry won't be as depressing as the last (I lie, it's only really depressing for ME, as it was my stupid computer).

So my PC is running, at least. And I'm slowly getting my music back. I had 7000 and something songs on iTunes, and now I have 2536, with about 10 CD's left to go. So I'm getting there. And Tom let me steal about 50% of his stremload inbox, so I've got some stuff from there to go on, too. It's mainly singles and stuff (Some Infernal, a little Chicane, Razorlight, shite like that) and a couple of albums (Sufjan's newie, Fatboy's greatest hits, ¡Forward, Russia!, that sort of thing) but I still have all my rarer music which is difficult to get hold of, and too expensive to actually buy :O

Speaking of expensive, The Pillow Book on dvd from amazon :O:O! £24.99 used and new. I mean, used and new! £24.99. And apparently it doesn't look as good on DVD as it does on video. I dunno, I haven't seen the video in a long time. So I ordered it from play.com instead, £7.99. That's this weeks pocket money gone. I know, I get £30, but I spent the rest on a new pair of vans. They're brown. We went to Freeport, and Nan gave me £20 which I spent in Body Shop on Make-up. I know, dreadful, but it's sparkly make-up, and that makes it all better!

I don't like how slow my PC runs when I'm importing a CD. I can't listen to music, because it skips and jumps, so I have to use my iPod and plug it into my speakers. Even just typing is difficult, because the words are jumping. Sometimes I think technology is too much.

On a lighter note, Sobek was drinking water from a straw yesterday. Not like, sucking it, but I got some water in the straw and he drank it from the bottom. How cute! He can't sit on my face anymore. That moment has passed. He's the size of a Range Rover now. That'd hurt. And I just realised I typed He. He's a girl! She. I meant she. I'd go back and change it, but I'm importing a CD!

You know what is a pain? I can't use my printer! The stupid software is missing, so I'm screwed, really. Stupid HP. Why didn't they give me 2 CD's? I mean, it is me. I do lose everything. Which reminds me, I lost one of my earring yesterday, I should look for that...

Hmm, ok, I'm gonna go now. I really need to find that earring. It's a pearly one. And I don't want it closing up. I left my right helix out for like, 6 months, and now there's no hole there :( I know, 6 months is a long time, but I kept forgetting to put it back in. So now I have a chain and cuff, so it looks like it's pierced, but it's not. Sad, I know.

Anyway, bye bye

xxx