All excited but we don't know why

Dear World,

You all know my endless love for Editors and the happiness every gig of theirs brings to me.
Last Thursday I saw Prince live. Yes, that Prince. Mr Nelson, the person behind that massive list of songs that you all like dancing to. Prince is amazing. Brilliant. He grabs you and doesn't let you breathe. You are there and he will make every penny for your ticket worthwhile. You jump, scream, shout, sing, wave arms, clap hands and ignore everybody else.

And then there is Sophie who is going to be my new flatmate and it will be genius. Sophie and Nelly's Excellent Adventure in Space and Time on Peel Street.

Also Scott who makes the perfect steaks and knows the best animations.

Yours truly,
Nelly who is actually kinda content with most at the moment

Seems that I was busy doing something close to nothing

Положението днес:

Please, just don't sell my ticket.
P: Don't worry, I won't.
Good. Cause if you do, I'll kill you in your sleep.
P: *makes a stabbing motion in the air*
Yeah, just like that. Plus the maniacal laugh.
P: *backs off slowly*

Освен това с Гейл обсъждаме устойчивост и размерите на "плюс" моделите (и защо това е пълен булшит); може би ще бъда модел в шоуто й (напоследък правя толкова много неща на работа, които са толкова странни и забавни, и ме карат да се радвам на факта, че работя сред тези диви, диви хора).

Карлота си заминава за Испания края на месеца, затова прекарвам дни в разговори за миналото и планове за бъдещето. Тя, прекрасна и шумна, ще ми липсва безумно много в постоянната природа на Глазгоу. Но преди това да се случи, тя ми дава един от най-ценните съвети на света и ми казва да не се предавам никога.

Мисля, че е време да завърша филма си.

But different than the day before

Lesson of the week is, surprisingly enough, is to "fucking get over it". There is a back story to it, of course there is, but I don't intend to tackle this stuff tonight. Instead I'm just surprised that the person who told me to fucking get over it actually remembered it - which is both somehow (kinda almost perversely) calming and  really scary.

I also need to fucking get over a whole list of stuff - beginning with my obvious hate of Camera, an Editors' song that I used to not mind at all, and Russell T. Davies' A Writer's Tale - a book that has been on my shelf for years and has quietly been calling me. I really need to fucking get over the fact that my work schedule is defying any logic and I can't do anything about it.

The other things I need to fucking get over are waiting patiently. Every now and then people around me give more and more suggestions and that makes me more anxious than before because apparently I never realised how anxious over things I am. Also, god dammit, my fucking memory. All I want for this Christmas is enough wine to last for several days and not make me think about things that were or have not been.

On all other fronts is quiet. All calm and on its place, and I am content. I spent the better part of this week looking at guides to Stockholm, all of them weird and wonderful. I went to an exhibition opening and revealed my TARDIS project. I packed gifts and signed cards, or just signed my name under blocks of text. I don't love anyone, not even Christmas, and that is ok, as long as I don't have to pretend that I care about you lot.

I'm joking. You are all great and DFTBA, or whatever John Green likes to say.

Put the right letters together and make a better day

В петък, когато пътувахме по Околовръстното към вкъщи, малко слънце успя да пробие облаците и да огрее Витоша, а зелените склонове изведнъж заприличаха на шотландските върхове, може да усетиш разликата, но този път те си приличаха толкова много, че сърцето ми заби лудо и за секунда съвсем забравих в коя част на Европа сме.
Малко по-късно същата вечер смесих някакви видове алкохол, които по принцип не е хубаво да се смесват. Освен това откраднах пътен знак, но го забравих в таксито обратно.

Forgive me if it goes astray

За секунда дъхът ми спря. За секунда просто не можех да дишам.

Ей на, това е.

Сега поне си измислям някакви въображаеми причини да си скъсам задника от работа по финалния проект, освен очевадната причина с оценките.

Освен това гледам before/after (the rain) снимки и слушам случайно Стефан В., а той винаги се появява в подобни моменти. (Да, това в предишния пост е негов цитат, защото тайно е един от най-прекрасните текстове, които съм чувала някога. Този и 2.0.0.1.)

А сега обратно на безкрайния ми проект, а може би дори ще поспя малко днес.

I want your extra time

Inventing new words to describe emotions before the presentations today. Making lists in my mind, things like [things i haven't done since saturday] or [all the reasons why I love snowflakes in my hair], or [things people loved in me today].

I also realised today how much time I've spent with Caroline in the studio the past week. As a matter of fact, there is rarely something cooler than being the last people in the Mac at 9 p.m. Maybe not that cool, but there's something creepy-ly funny and enjoyable about walking down the stairs and hearing the echo of your footsteps, and looking for ghosts around every corner.

What was cool, was us dancing (and partying) (like it's 1999); Lauren still not used to the way we roll those nights before a review, but she does make efforts and we appreciate them. And we make giant jumps from Prince to Prodigy, someone plays stupid r'n'b, then I invade the space with that Elbow song and sing at the top of my lungs. Then stand for minutes at the window revising those lyrics "from the rooftops I remember there was snow" in my mind.

We get locked in, and I burst into laughter as I notice the message I've received, while we wait for the janitor to show up and let us out.

And as much as I want to remember the three-people-review we had today, all I recall is the image of Patrick in my head as he reveals 'the mystery behind the black curtain'.

Coming up next: December journeys through time and space; there will be nothing better we could do than live forever and quote too many songs, too many films and too many dreams.