First Prat is about Andrea!
Belated birthday wishes and enormous congratulations to Andrea, who is not only Newly 24 (her birthday was on Saturday; I was going to temporarily change the blog name to today is Andrea's birthday but was away & didn't) but has just, in her words, accepted an offer of publication from an imprint of Random House UK! (In her words because I probably would have described it all wrong.)
Also I will be a little famous by association but that is not the point.
This one's name is Barricade. BARRICAAAADE
Also, Conor & I made an indie band (called Alconus Prime) and when he's sent me one of the songs (consider yourself nagged, darling) and/or have learnt how to work the Internet properly I'll 'embed' it ("how do you say, this...embed?") and you can all listen and say how awesome it is. It started out as a joke band but it turns out we're just both far too insanely talented to not be awesome. Songs include Wizard of Oz vinyl samples and '8-bit keyboard' which pretty much sounds like Nintendo. I get to play that sometimes. You will like it, or at least find it mildly amusing.
Conor's irritatingly talented in that he sits down at keyboard/bass, plays about for five minutes, then records something that sounds good. He does not read music. I am Classically Trained, people, and it takes me far longer because I have a really shitty ear and have to work everything out with a pencil. OH LOOK AT MY BOYFRIEND HE SO NATCHRALLY TALENTED.
Man I hate people who get all gushy about their shitty boyfriends*, but allow me to get it out of my system: he is gorgeous & amazing & I love him more than the MOON.
YAY EVERYBODY! MORE THAN THE MOON! YAY!
OK Transformer now.
Bumblebee? Really? That's the best name you could come up with?
So that's pretty exciting really. Isn't it. And now we get to spend the next few months flying back & forth all the time (he's coming to visit on Thursday - I would go into some silly rant about how much we're going to miss each other til then and isn't that ridiculously cute but I'm all out of Transformers now) until we simply can't bear being apart any longer and elope.** Which is fine by me because I love flying. Also eloping. Father will be so pleased! He has been an advocate of eloping ever since he realised that he had 4 daughters and no money.
Also, I went to the Zoo! More on that another time. You know how I do like the Zoo.
Sorry about bein' all cutesy and stuff, people. Normal levels of cynicism will return soon, mainly because I don't want to have to go round deleting cutesy posts all over the place if we break up. Obviously we will just have to not break up.
*my boyfriend is not actually shitty
**or get completely sick of each other and vow never to speak again.