You've Been Gone For Too Long

Well, this is strangely familiar.

My keyboard was once a dear friend to me, but now it has become an adversary, mocking me as I stare desperately at it trying to form words and sentences. The dark days of non-blogging have rendered me a writing dunce, with only a few measly ideas for posts floating around between my ears.

Virgin Media, I accuse you of murder - you have killed my blog. You swines. If any of you are seeking a reliable, helpful internet provider, DON'T go with Virgin. They'll swipe your money, lie to you, and leave you heartbroken and poor without even the faintest of internet signal to comfort you. 

So yes, since moving into my new house (69 Clunge Castle as it has been affectionately named by Laura) I have been stuck in a hideous internet-less existence. I could only weep as I had to accept the fact that I only had Sky TV and the friendly and familiar face of Noel Edmunds to keep me company. 

But anyway. Those days are behind me. After a fifty quid phone bill I have accepted that mine and Virgin's relationship is over. I'm moving on. Or, more accurately, going back to an old relationship, that of O2 and I. He never let me down, and he was cheap.

Soo... what's been occurring.

I moved house.

I got a 2:1 for second year.

I worked a disgusting amount. 

I went to V.

I had an anaphylactic shock after coming back from V, resulting in my face swelling to about three times the size of normal. 

After being pumped full of steroids and hiding away in my bedroom for a week, my face is restored to it's former glory(?) Now I'm being treated by the doctors surgery and the hospital to find out what the devil I'm allergic to. I've actually just returned from having a blood test, bleurgh. I may have had a tattoo no problem but having blood drained from my arm left me crying like a baby about to puke on the nice nurse. Being bribed with another tattoo courtesy of my rents did make it slightly more bearable though.

Enough of that, on to the fun things.

V was bloody awesome. Asides from a small and very sudden torrential downpour (thank you to the charging tent for supplying me and Alix with waterproof ponchos) the weather was perfeccct, and I saw everyone I was hoping to. For those of you with nothing better to do, they were:

Wretch 32, Aloe Blacc, Bruno Mars, Example, Jessie J, Tinie Tempah, Chase and Status, Ellie Goulding, Good Charlotte, Plan B, N Dubz, The Wombats, The Script, Rihanna & Eminem. 

For those of you who like visuals, here are some lovely images:

There were so many highlights, the whole thing was pretty much one big sunny highlight. Moments of particular joy were: the silent disco on Friday night (sweaty but awesome), Bruno Mars and Aloe Blacc's smooth moves, dancing (well, jumping) to Chase and Status covered in glow stick juice, Jessie J and her mini-me version, and of course - Rihanna and Eminem's duet. Oh, and sneaking booze in in my wellies was a personal triumph for me. 

So now summer seems to have pretty much wandered off to another continent, and there's only a (whole) month left until it's back to uni to start my third year. Gag. But in the meantime myself and everyone I know (baha) has the glorious event of my 21st birthday to look forward to. Fancy dress is mandatory, of course, with the horror theme specifying that all guests must have fake blood somewhere upon their persons to enter.

I'm going to go demand more sympathy from my mother, and start working on my costume ;) Top Secret except to a privileged few, of course.

Seoana xoxo

I Wanna Be Like You

"Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery"
This is the value my mum desperately tried to instil in me throughout my childhood, in a bid to stop me from punching my sister in the head as she relentlessly copied everything I did (sorry sis, but you know it's true. I was your inspiration.)

When it comes to this principle, I think there is definitely a line that can be drawn between replicating something you've seen and like, and downright originality theft.
If a friend went out and bought a top that they'd seen me wear, I wouldn't mind at all. In fact, I'd ask them why the heck they wasted their money when they could have just borrowed mine! Me and my group of friends unintentially copy each other on a daily basis, not just with our style but as far as our speech and mannerisms too. I always find myself saying phrases and words that I've picked up from my mates, that have subtlety entered my vocabulary until I'm sick of hearing them.

However, there is a point at which this notion becomes a huge pain, and you can feel your individuality being ripped away from you by a personality thief. Whilst aimlessly perusing the web today, I found a particularly bad case of this. The genius behind this year's best single, Swagger Jagger, seems to have a severe case of copycatitus.

During the X Factor, Cher Lloyd was often referred to as a 'mini Cheryl', as she was dressed up and given the big bouffant in the famous style of the pop princess.

And now it looks as though the *ahem* talented young superstar has found a new idol to imitate. As this lady changes her hair style more times than I wash mine, it must be pretty hard work to keep up, but so far Cher is doing a pretty successful job.

Also has a touch of the Jessie J about it too...

Ever heard of personal style Cher? No, clearly not. If you have a stylist, sack her, she's clearly just ripping of Ri Ri.

Being an international superstar I doubt Rihanna's too fussed, but I'm annoyed on behalf of her! How dare this talentless gypsy slut think she can pull it off! (Not a massive Cher Lloyd fan, you may guess)

Rihanna seems to be sticking with the red for the time being, while I think Cher Llyod has gone back to a more natural colour, and is working the ombre trend. Time will tell whether another rip-off occurs, perhaps next it'll be another star in the line for total image plagiarism. Perhaps Britney would be a more apt role model, being from a redneck community I'm sure Cher and her caravan roots will be able to identify...

xSx