Self portrait.

Sharing becauuuusee, whilst I’m no stranger to posting pictures of myself, it’s very rare, if ever, do I consider it photography. But this is one of them, and technically I’m very proud of it. Shame about the tan lines though. :/ I also took a picture of me in my new glasses which can be seen here, but I look a bit of a dickhead as my nostrils are really flared. Couldn’t take another as my camera battery ran out, but you get the idea! I really like tortoise shell glasses.

I’m going to the doctors in an hour, because I have what I’m suspecting is PINK EYE, which you can see in the glasses photo actually. Mmm, sexy.

But! The main reason of this entry apart from camwhoring and talking about my gammy eye is….

HIATUS.

I am moving out on Wednesday and I don’t know when I’ll have the internet up and running in the new place.

♥: Hot
♪: Pure Reason Revolution - AVO

So during my apathy to update this blog, I failed to mention that I had a job interview for an ideal job over summer.

I had the job interview last week, but as luck would have it, I managed to develop swine/man flu the night before the interview, so on Friday morning I felt absolutely terrible, and when it came to sitting the interview itself, my mind just totally went blank. I’m really annoyed at myself because I got a question wrong that I knew the answer to (related to the company), but I felt as if some other parts of the interview went really well, so it could have gone either way.

…However, it went the wrong way and on Wednesday I recieved a rejection letter. Sad times.

Still, I’m sure I’ll survive. Even if it means not being able to afford food for a few months. Weeeeeyo.

In other news, I had a sight test on Wednesday and discovered that my eye sight has got worse. :| Good one. So I’ve had to get new glasses, which I am relieved about as my old ones didn’t suit me AT ALL. Whereas I got the opinion of like, 5 different other people this time and I think my new ones are really nice :) So pictures of those when I get them on Monday! Yesterday I went to London with my parents (upon travelling there I fell asleep on the train, and woke myself up by accidently headbutting the window. :| The guy in the seat opposite me laughed. Travel fail!). They haven’t been in 40 years as they weren’t fans of the place but… I think I converted them. They’re talking about going back already. :| My feet are killing me after 8 hours of walking around in boots though…

And in the taxi home I was told about Michael Jackson. Very sad news! RIP.

♥: Lethargic
♪: Pure Reason Revolution - The Bright Ambassadors of Morning

Helloooo.

So for the exception that I’m still actually at uni until the end of the month, I have officially survived the first year, having recieved my final marks for this year. My critical studies, amazingly, I done really well on, which shocked me as hand on heart, I thought I would have to write it again and re-submit it, I thought it was that bad. As for my portfolio…? Well I can’t say that done as well, ha. I got a 2:2 though, and the marks aren’t counted towards my degree so I’m not all that bothered by it. Considering I did 6 months work in a month, a 2:2 isn’t something to be sniffed at.

I finally got round to celebrating my birthday on Saturday. As per usual I made a drunken tit out of myself, and am going to resolve to stop drinking so much when I go out… I’d like to retain some dignity for my next birthday, please. :/ But it was sooo good seeing so many faces I hadn’t seen in a long time, and had an infinitely better turnout than I did last year. All round I can’t complain. Sadly there are no decent photos of myself at my birthday, so I’ll use this oppourtunity to display a better picture of my Pedobear tshirt. Amazing much? Even if I do have a chin like Reese Witherspoon, ick..

In other news, I got my lip repierced today! This is the 4th time now. It hurts like a bitch as I’m pretty certain that they went over some scar tissue, looooveely. The healing process is a complete and utter chore but I’m currently in love with piercings again right now, so overall I’m happy I got it done. Fingers crossed it just won’t go manky!

I think that’s all for now, time for The Sims 3.

♥: Thirsty - Budding diabettic?
♪: Pure Reason Revolution - Golden Clothes

Helloooo.

So the day after my birthday I visited Benjamin who had bought me a small mountain of gifts (he probably would have been beaten up otherwise) including; a Raving Rabbids figuring dressed up in an Assassin’s Creed cloak, an actual Assassin’s Creed figurine of Altair (babe!), a t-shirt that says ‘Screw the rules, I have money’ (If anyone watches YGOTAS they’d understand this reference), another t-shirt of Pedobear as seen to the right (hello fattyface). Underneath pedobear the caption reads ‘Calm Down! You’re frightening the children….away’, and finally my big present was the Black Adder box set. I love Black Adder, it’s probably one of my favouritest comedies so I was thrilled with this.

Thursday morning I went into Uni to collect my portfolio as assessment was over, and somehow my friends and I were duped into doing painting… something we weren’t supposed to do until Friday. This pissed me off, as I had no warning meaning I was wearing nice clothes etc. Luckily, I didn’t get any paint on myself, and once painting was done, suffice to say I left VERY quickly. This, however, didn’t piss me off as much as a 8ft presentation board collapsing on me. I was happily minding my own business, when I hear Toni scream, and before I had a chance to do anything, I feel this massive weight on my shoulder. GOOD ONE, NUCA. My tutor didn’t even bother to ask if I was okay. I’m pretty sure if he’d have acted more concerned if I threatened to sue them due to poor health and safety. :U Burn.

Bugger me, I’m so bored. Postal 2 for some reason won’t boot up, all my other games I’ve either completed or I’m tired of, and The Sims 3 don’t come out until next week. Not having the panic of assessment has left me with nothing to do. I think after I’ve written this entry I may share some of my uni work, since I rarely ever do that. I might even start sorting through all my stuff in preparations for moving out next month. Can’t believe it’s only 4 weeks to go now!

♥: Bored & thirsty
♪: Girls Aloud - Sexy! No No No

Happy 20th Birthday to meeeeee~~

So far the day has been eventful. I had to be up early this morning so I opened my presents at midnight. Amongst the gifts were money, perfume, girly things etc. And the ‘big’ present was a Zen X-Fi which I am chuffed to bits with. My dad had already charged it, stuck on some Pure Reason Revolution and a video so it was ready to go, and it’s awesome. I was up at 7:30 this morning to get into the city for a ‘makeover’ (something which was clearly needed), it was nice but it needed my false eyelashes which were promptly stuck on when I got home after a liquid lunch with Butty. A very, VERY liquid lunch. I came home half cut, which was excellent.

In other news, my end of year uni assessment was on Thursday, with a bit of luck I have passed and made it to 2nd year, although I’m still at uni until the end of June. I broke my toe a fortnight ago by tripping over a uni book (seriously that place is out to get me) and I am completely obsessed with Girls Aloud currently. Do I need a life? I think so.

♥: Half-cut
♪: Girls Aloud - Sexy! No No No

My ever faithful phone has given up the will to live and bit the dust.

RAGE.

I can’t afford to eat when I move out, let alone replace my phone. D: Daddy…

♥: Grumpy
♪: Hollywood Undead - Undead

Dear Russian/Viagra promoting spammers, why oh why, do you only ever comment one post? It’s not even a particularly juicy one.

Let me see… new news…

Well, as expected I have changed my hair again. I dyed it chocolate brown for Pure Reason Revolution last month to disguise the digsuting roots I had, but it didn’t look as nice as I’d hoped and had what I thought was a slight green tinge to it. Sewer rat green strikes again. Luckily, it was only semi permenant, and whilst it faded it never faded completely, leaving me with a honey blonde colour. Since then I’ve dyed it red, as pictured on the left. I really love how it looked, sadly in the 2 weeks I’ve had it, it’s pretty much faded to nothing but brown which saddens me greatly, but I do think I’ll keep it red for a while, much to my hairdressers disbelief.

Uni is, or at least going to be horrendously insane from now until the end of May, basically. I think I’m juggling around 6 projects (probably not something I should admit to, and on the off-chance that one of my tutors are reading; I FINISHED MY PROJECTS OVER EASTER. PROMISE.), plus an essay, plus preparing for assessment & a baby degree show… before our stuff is taken down in favour of the 3rd years. And literally as soon as I finish uni this term, I move out. Stresssss. I really need to pull my thumb out and do some work, but of course I am avoiding doing anything of the sort and making life incredibly difficult for myself by leaving it until last minute so that I can panic and pull an all nighter and somehow just manage to get everything done, vowing to never make the same mistakes again. I never learn.

Considering I have absolutely no money whatsoever, I was naughty and treated myself to a top today. I was devestated to see in Dorothy Perkins they had sold out of a top in my size which I just knew would have looked great on me. But fear not, after scouring clothing stores with a fine toothed comb, I have found one pretty much identical. Spending money I don’t have = bad, but that top = very good. I think I’ll wear it when I go see Pure Reason Revolution next week. Yes. AGAIN. They’re probably fed up of seeing me at their gigs by now. Ha.

Right, time to do uni work. I guess. D:

EDIT: I forgot to mention that despite the stress, I am remaining positively uplifted by Courage Wolf. No, really.

♥: Worried
♪: Pure Reason Revolution - The Bright Ambassadors of Morning

So last Saturday when I was in Blackpool (and Manchester for a week… No doubt I was missed something terrible) I had my palm read. This is what the woman said to me…

Firstly, she asked me to hold a giant crystal and to make a wish. I was kinda crapping myself as I had visions of her being able to tell what I wished for and thinking “ha, loser.” but when I was finished she took the crystal away from me and said she hopes my wish comes true.

She took a look at my (left, since that’s the one I use most) hand, and the first thing she said was “You worry and stress a lot, don’t you?” to which I said yes, and she said she could tell that I worry about things a lot, perhaps too excessively, and that I should try to relax. I was then told that I will never die through diseases such as cancer, haemorrhage etc. And I will never become crippled (I almost lol’d at this) or have any bad falls etc. that will result in permenant injury. She then asked me if anyone in my family had diabetes. I gave her a look and said “Yeah, my mum has type 2.”, to which she replied “I’m sorry but at looks as if you’ll inherit it from her, but only mildly, round about the time your mother was diagnosed with it.” So I’m going to suffer from DIABEETUS TYPE 2 from about 50 onwards. O JOY.

My life line is very strong; and I will live well into my 80’s, maybe even into my 90’s. I will always be fortunate enough to have work/an income to support myself and will always find work for myself. I will travel around, but I will always remain close to him. By this she meant I will probably never imigrate. Which is quite true actually, no other country could put up with the amount of moaning I do like Britain does.

I will marry once, with no divorces, around my late 20’s/early 30’s to somebody I already know and we will have 3 children, all close to each other in age. This surprised me as that’s actually what I want, I do want 3 children (God knows why) and I want them to be similar in age so they can all grow up together. Spooky.

I think that’s everything, but will edit accordingly if I remember anything

I am considering getting a Twitter. I probably will. http://twitter.com/JemiJemi

♥: Sore
♪: Limp Bizkit - Behind Blue Eyes

I am worried sick.