Music Crush #10

Hello!

I can't believe we're at Music Crush #10 already! I've seriously just gone back through all the previous ones, sure I'd made a mistake and missed a few numbers out along the way! Apparently not though, apparently we really are at the tenth Music Crush!

I recently heard that Charlie Simpson (a former member of Busted, if you're not sure who he is) has brought out a new album; his second solo album. 

I've heard a few songs on it but haven't had the chance to get out and buy it yet so I haven't listened to all the songs to decide which is my favourite. It really made me want to listen to his previous album though, so I did!

This weeks Music Crush was easy for me... for once!

Charlie Simpson

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Cemetery

Being all predictable on my song choice there by choosing his first single from that album but I seriously adore it. I love this one and Farmer and His Gun is probably a very close second favourite.

I can't even tell you what it is that gets me so much about this song. It's one of my most played songs on my iTunes (you can read my Top 25 HERE, if you're interested, if not... just don't click it!), I think it was sitting at #25 last time I looked but that's probably changed the amount I've listened to it this week!

Maybe it's all of the imagery that the lyrics provide me with and the metaphors... so English student-y of me, I know, what can I say, I have English analysis on my brain 24/7.

I love the opening lines:

Welcome to my cemetery gates

I lost your love and I buried it here

The idea of there being a cemetery for all your past loves and broken hearts is something even my over-imaginative brain had never thought of.

I think everyone will like something different about this song and have their own interpretation, the best way to figure out what you think about it is to listen to it! Aaaand, because I'm so nice, I've embedded a video so you can listen to it right here!

Katie x

A Winter Lover

Hello!

I work in a takeaway, not the most glamorous of jobs but a job's a job and, as far as jobs go, it's not actually that bad. When I looked out of my window this morning though and saw pouring rain, I'm sure a did a little happy dance inside my head - it's too early and too soon after just waking up to be physically dancing - yet rain is never really something to get excited about in the UK (especially up north!) because we see a hell of a lot of it over a year. When you work in a takeaway, where there is constant heat everywhere, rain is a very welcome element!

In the UK lately, we've had really hot weather (it's a massive rarity!) and not to sound all British and constantly complain about weather but, it's too hot. Yep, that's right, I said it. It's too hot. I know there are other countries who have weather tons hotter than we've had at our height of summer but we're not equipped to deal with this kind of heat because we're just not used to it! Man, was I dying in all that humidity. I felt like the Wicked Witch of the West that melted to her death - I felt like I was slowly melting into a pool of sweatiness - lovely mental image for you there!

As you can probably tell, I'm not the biggest fan of the English "summer", which basically just consists of sweaty, humid air. I much prefer the winter.

1.

If I'm cold, all I have to do is put another jumper on!

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Talking of jumpers; jumpers! I love being able to put a soft, cosy jumper on and feel all lovely and warm.

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I can drink hot chocolate and not feel like a numpty for drinking a hot drink whilst it's thirty-odd degrees celcius outside! Instead, I can just feel even cosier with all my jumpers on and a hot chocolate with extra whipped cream sitting in my hands.

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I love ice hockey... a lot! And, of course, ice hockey is a winter sport. There is also an ice hockey team in Nottingham, the Nottingham Panthers, who are awesome and, as most of my winter is spent at uni, I get to see lots of ice hockey!

There are plenty more reasons why I prefer winter but I'm going to be late for work if I list them all, there are that many! I just think winter is a much cosier and, ironically, warmer-feeling season!

Katie x

When I Look Up...

Hello!

Yes, it is two 'o' clock in the afternoon and, yes, I am in bed.

Best start to a blog post yet there. I feel I have a good enough excuse though that I'm allowed to be lazily lolling in bed for the rest of the day.

This morning I had my final exam of the year. And when I say 'this morning' I mean actual morning. As in I was up and in the shower before my alarm had even gone off. At seven AM I fell out of my bed (literally fell - what can I say, I like to start my mornings off with a bang... Ouch) and by eight I was ready and eating my weetabix! Unfortunately, I wasn't ready this early out of excitement, it was panic instead.

I'm one of those people who can sit and write an essay in the comfort of my own room no bother but when it comes to walking into that big exam hall, I panic. A lot. I have no reason to either because once I'm in there and the exam's started I wonder what the hell I was panicking about so much! Oh well, maybe one day I will realise how much useful energy I'm wasting in the hour I spend in a frenzy because I'm worrying about an exam. Then again, probably not.

I find there are three moments in an exam that I hate more than any others:

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When I look up at the clock.

This can go either way, I can look up at the clock and panic because I've got less time left than I thought, or I can look up at the clock and panic because I have loads of time left and not enough to write. It's a lose-lose situation.

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When I look up because I think I'm finished.

I know what you're saying: this doesn't sound like a problem if you're finished, Katie. But it is. Whenever I look up, thinking "thank god, I'm finished!" I look around and see that everybody else is still writing, so guess what I do? Yep, you got it, I panic. I go through everything I could have missed out because I must have missed something if everyone else is still writing. Most of the time I just sit and panic and forget to add anything extra to my answer...

3.

When I look up and see an invigilator walking down the aisle.

I don't think I'm the only one that finds them scary as hell! Even though I know I've done nothing wrong, if I see an invigilator walking near me I automatically think "act normal, act normal" when I was acting normal in the first place!

Basically, what I've figured out here is, I just shouldn't look up in an exam!

Katie x