The past couple of weeks have been pretty good. Work is still sucking, but there’s more to life than the 21 hours I spend there.

To cut a long story short, I’ve won an electric guitar! I won it in an online contest run by a graphic design blogger, where there were several ways of entering, and somehow the fates chose me as the first prize winner.

If you’re interested in the details the entire prize is a Squier Strat Electric Guitar by Fender (California Series), Instructional DVD, Electric Tuner, Guitar Strap, Guitar Stand, Gig Bag (Guitar Bag) by Fender, Guitar Cable and Picks. It’ll look something like this:

So what am I going to do with my new axe? Well I used to play classical guitar in my teens, so I’ve got some very basic knowledge of chords and scales already. I plan to have some noisy fun with it and play along with my Aerosmith CDs (eventually). Maybe I’ll even start a rock band.

My favourite geeky electronic band, Hot Chip, dedicated the following track to me to celebrate my win:

Vid: Hold On by Hot Chip

I’m only going to heaven
if it feels like hell
I’m only going to heaven
if it tastes like caramel

By the way, the pretty girl is Toni Praver, a Sports Illustrated model.

Listen to/read these lyrics, I think we all know someone like this…

I hope you hang yourself with your H&M scarf
While jacking off listening to Mozart
You b*tch and moan about LA
Wishing you were in the rain reading Hemingway
You don’t eat meat
And drive electrical cars
You’re so indie rock it’s almost an art
You need SPF 45 just to stay alive

You’re so gay and you don’t even like boys
No you don’t even like
No you don’t even like
No you don’t even like boys
You’re so gay and you don’t even like boys
No you don’t even like
No you don’t even like
No you don’t even like…

You’re so sad maybe you should buy a happy meal
You’re so skinny you should really Super Size the deal
Secretly you’re so amused
That nobody understands you
I’m so mean cause I cannot get you outta your head
I’m so angry cause you’d rather MySpace instead
I can’t believe I fell in love with someone that wears more makeup than…

You’re so gay and you don’t even like boys
No you don’t even like
No you don’t even like
No you don’t even like boys
You’re so gay and you don’t even like boys
No you don’t even like
No you don’t even like
No you don’t even like…

You walk around like you’re oh so debonair
You pull ‘em down and there’s really nothing there
I wish you would just be real with me

You’re so gay and you don’t even like boys
No you don’t even like
No you don’t even like
No you don’t even like boys
You’re so gay and you don’t even like boys
No you don’t even like
No you don’t even like
Oh no no no no no no no
You’re so gay and you don’t even like boys
No you don’t even like
No you don’t even like
No you don’t even like boys
You’re so gay and you don’t even like boys
No you don’t even like
No you don’t even like
No you don’t even like… PENIS

(via)

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Mariah Carey: Outside

It’s hard to explain
Inherently it’s just always been strange
Neither here nor there
Always somewhat out of place everywhere
Ambiguous
Without a sense of belonging to touch
Somewhere halfway
Feeling there’s no one completely the same

Standing alone
Eager to just
Believe it’s good enough to be what
You really are
But in your heart
Uncertainty forever lies
And you’ll always be
Somewhere on the
Outside

Outside by Mariah Carey

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I’ve been going through a tumult of emotion during the past few days. (What’s so special about that? ask my long-suffering readers.)

So many extreme thoughts have gone through my mind today. I’ll probably unburden myself in another post, but for now know that I’m okay.

I happened upon this acoustic cover of Rihanna’s hit song Umbrella, and it helped to soothe my savage beast.

This guy is talented. I love his voice and his guitar skills.

When the sun shines, we’ll shine together
Told you I’ll be here forever
Said I’ll always be a friend
Took an oath, I’ma stick it out till the end
Now that it’s raining more than ever
Know that we’ll still have each other
You can stand under my umbrella
You can stand under my umbrella

Poor Britney, did you know that she turned the chance to record the song before Rihanna was offered it? The poor lass is definitely down on her luck right now.

I blogged about the original video a while ago, watch it again if you wanna see Rihanna in her golden birthday suit.

Back to life, back to reality
Back to the here and now yeah
Show me how, decide what you want from me
Tell me maybe I could be there for you

However do you want me
However do you need me

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Anyway. Here’s the blow by blow.

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Monday:

Work: my colleague Kay was getting on my nerves so much! She was fussing and stressing all over the place as she was going on holiday the following day (apparently). I got that call from the credit card company and felt kind of helpless/hopeless. I texted my friend Miguel to ask him if he could give me back some of the money that he still owes me. He said that he could give me £50, and we agreed to meet up the following day after my work.
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Express yourself, don’t repress yourself

And I’m not sorry
It’s human nature
And I’m not sorry
Im not your bitch don’t hang your shit on me

You wouldn’t let me say the words I longed to say
You didn’t want to see life through my eyes
Express yourself, don’t repress yourself
You tried to shove me back inside your narrow room
And silence me with bitterness and lies
Express yourself, don’t repress yourself

Did I say something wrong?
Oops, I didn’t know I couldn’t talk about sex
I musta been crazy
Did I stay too long?
Oops, I didn’t know I couldn’t speak my mind
What was I thinking

You punished me for telling you my fantasies
I’m breakin’ all the rules I didn’t make
Express yourself, don’t repress yourself
You took my words and made a trap for silly fools
You held me down and tried to make me break
Express yourself, don’t repress yourself

Did I say something true?
Oops, I didn’t know I couldn’t talk about sex
I musta been crazy
Did I have a point of view?
Oops, I didn’t know I couldn’t talk about you
What was I thinking

Express yourself, don’t repress yourself

I’m not apologizing
Would it sound better if I were a man?
You’re the one with the problem
Why don’t you just deal with it

Would you like me better if I was?
We all feel the same way
I have no regrets
Just look in the mirror

I don’t have to justify anything
I’m just like you
Why should I be?
Deal with it

Absolutely no regrets.

Artist: Madonna
Album: Bedtime Stories
Year: 1994
Written by Madonna, Dave Hall, S. McKenzie, K. McKenzie, M. Deering

You gotta have a J O B
if you wanna be with me
No romance with no finance (x2)

That old song just popped into my mind. It’s half true, I prefer a guy to be able to support himself, but I’m not a gold digger and I don’t need a sugar daddy.

I had lunch with my mate Miguel today. He nearly persuaded me to think about re-entering the dating world. His point was that if I don’t present myself as available, guys won’t think that they have a chance with me. It’s logical I guess, but I don’t know if I’m ready to be involved again.

Maybe I should stick to the books.