For those clever ones out there, my name is Welsh for the smiling basket. Why? Well, a basket is a vessel that appears stable. In fact, it is tightly wound, rarely reveals weakness and is widely accepted not to smile; that's me. I intend to, through this blog, unwind, release my load and smile, hopefully bringing strangers on the joy ride with me. So friends, I am setting out on a journey, and I hope to see you at the other end.
You feel like a weight has been lifted. Or removed, chopped off rather. And the salon smells really nice. And hairdressers basically have a PHD in psychology and can talk you through anything. Oh, and the compliments the next day are fantastic.
Unless, of course, your hairdresser sucks and has hacked your precious locks to a pathetic mess. Then I bid you good luck.
Don't you just love those mornings when you wake up and feel like you have had enough sleep?? You could take on the world. Ahhhh.
Hehehe. This photo is hilarious :)
Good luck everyone. I know I won't wake up tomorrow feeling refreshed. I will feel like a zombie risen from a grave, but I can prey, and wish the best for you.
A feeling that makes one self-conscious and unable to act in a relaxed and natural way.
A voluntary or involuntary restraint on the direct expression of an instinct.
I know it's not easy, but I find when you do you have a lot more fun. And people who relax and don't care what other people think are hot. And good dancers. Just something to keep in mind.
So, to be happier, as they say "dance like nobody is watching." Literally and metaphorically.
Just because it has some appropriate lyrics. Rip loose le danse caboose.
Wowee. What can I even say about parkour? Does it have a point? Not really. Is it insanely awesome? Well, yes. For the vast majority out there, honestly, you will never be able to parkour around the place, but I implore you not to turn darker shades of emerald. Just enjoy the redundancy :)
I knew that for 100, I needed something that everyone agreed with.
I was aware, going into the triple digits that it would have to be good.
Where can you hear Avril Lavigne sing Coldplay's 'The Scientist', the Temper Trap sing La Roux's "Going in for the Kill" and Maroon 5 sing a combination of The Police's "So Lonely" and Akon's "Don't Matter"? BBC Live Lounge!! YAAAAAAAAAAAAAYYY!!
Oh, these are my favourite thing ever. You can find at least 2 artist you like, I promise. I don't even like some artists, but they have good covers or their songs are covered well. Ah, I actually just come home and listen to Live Lounge covers. Your welcome and enjoy.
Also, please, please comment ideas! I am running out and I still have 900 things to blog, so I will definitely be needing your suggestions :)
Ok, wow, she is scaring my socks off but the rest of the video is funny and strange and makes your day interesting. I think the idea of people dressing like zombies to go for a walk in a giant crowd of zombies is funny, not the actual zombie-ness.
And this is just a massive "what?? They actually have zombie fashion parades?!?!?!?!?!?!" fun time.
P.S. Don't watch these if you don't like zombies and/or will have nightmares, please. It's not worth it.
We went to the Moscow circus last night. Now, I am a circus connoisseur, and am thus, extremely fussy. But last night, the number of good-looking guys on the stage that winked at me (for I was in the front row) was astounding, and managed to warm me to the circus, somewhat. Also, my dear old mother kept loudly whispering "he's cute!!" and I had to violently shoosh her for fear that the performers would hear.
But I found it incredible, because no matter how many amazing things they do, nothing amused the crowd like a guy getting inside a giant balloon.
Now, I didn't mean for this to turn into a review, but I will say that going to the circus to see people make a fool of themselves and nearly kill themselves in next to no clothes, whilst you eat eat weird and unhealthy food is a sure-fire way to happy up.
