Archive for December, 2007

Holla.

So, my brother left our house at 8am on boxing day, following a ‘brief’ argument (if it can even be called that). I shan’t go into the details, but I will say that I can see both sides of the argument, but one of them is clearly in the wrong, and I’m pissed off with that person, because not only have they ruined my Christmas, but left a nasty atmosphere in its trail. This, combined with finding out that a person that I was lead to believe didn’t exist, turned out to be real and subsequently closing a chapter in my life that maybe I didn’t want to close (hoho, being vague ftw) left me seriously bummed. Seperately, neither of these things would have affected me much, but when they’re combined it’s just like… woosh. Instant bummage. Take that as you will. BUH! I’m over both things now, though.

My EMA had finally came through so I decided to cheer myself up with a little bit of January sales shopping. I didn’t have a huge amount of monies, but the plan was to go out and buy myself something decent to wear for New Years. That, however, didn’t exactly go to plan. D: Somehow, I’d forgotten that I despise clothes shopping and got more and more frustrated when I couldn’t find something I liked so… I gave up, lulz. D: I did, however, come home with a few things though. My mum treated me to a really pretty cross necklace, and an umbrella with the most gorgeous victorian pattern on it. It’s seriously so good that I can’t wait for it to rain. ….Well maybe not. But maybe I’ll do a photoshoot with it at some point in the future, IT’S THAT PRETTY. I got it as a replacement to my other ones, which I managed to either lose, or have mould grow on. Which, I should point out is not a representation of my hygiene. I also bought myself some new trousers, and a waistcoat (pictured left, and I’m also very sorry internet that you are being subjected to my obese hips.. but I was in the process of getting changed. I’m also hastened to add, that apparently my posture looks odd and that my tits are too big, but in actuality I think that the top is just a bit too big at the top and so it puffs out slightly.) as I’ve wanted one for ages. Sadly though… I don’t have a top to put underneath it, lulz. So… I’m going to be a tramp on New Years.

 However, my biggest bargain, which I’m seriously chuffed with is the L.A.M.B boxset I treated myself to. Normally on my birthday and at xmas my mum buys me a perfume of my choice, but as money was tight this year she wasn’t able to buy me any, but if I look around and find one I like, she’ll buy me some in the new year, and despite what people may think about Gwen Stefani (I personally haven’t been a huge fan of her since she went solo), her perfume smells gorgeous. When I was out with Emma before Christmas, I had seen this L.A.M.B boxset for sale in Boots for £30, and when I was in there in the Jan sales they were selling it for £15, so my mum went halves with me, meaning it only cost £7.50 *_________*  And in there you get ‘L’ shower gel, ‘L’ body lotion and 70ml of ‘L’ perfume. If you break it down further, it means that each item in the boxset costs £5. If I were to buy the perfume on its own, it would have cost me £23, and if I bought my usual Vivienne Westwood, it would have been £33. So I’m SO happy with what a bargain I’ve got. Hohohoho.

 Tonight I have been watching Rush Hour 3 (which is just as good as the first 2, IMO) and Hot Fuzz (which is also winful. I think I have a crush on Simon Pegg) and plenty of Mock the Week, because I love Frankie Boyle like fat kids love cake. Combined, this has put me in a really good mood.

Now I need to go to bed and tomorrow actually do some work. D:

♥: Excited, for some odd reason.
♪: Schwarz Stein – Emergence of Silence

So… that’s Christmas over for another year.

Overall it wasn’t a bad haul, consisting of smelly things, a replacement PS, chocolate, make-up, the Saw trilogy, pjs, knee-high boots and tickets to see Frankie Boyle live, omgomgomg. ♥ If I had to be picky though, the only thing that I was a little disappointed with was the amount of money I got- I only got £20 and I desperately needed money more than anything. I’m hoping my EMA has now gone through, else I’m screwed. :/ I’ve ran out of credit (wtf, I manged to get through 500 free texts + credit in 2 weeks. D: as much as I enjoy texting Ben I’m gonna have to cut down since I simply can’t afford it), which means I only have £10 to spend on New Years, and then with what money am I to buy some new clothes with? Since I have like… nothing. :/ Luckily I’ll have got some more money by the end of January so I should be able to go to London as planned.

Seriously though, I feel that 2008 is going to be such an expensive year for me. I need to find money for a Canon dSLR + 50mm 1.8/f lens so that I can build up my portfolio, I need money to travel to go visit a few places (such as Preston to see Emma, Manchester to see Slater, Edinburgh for uni, etc.) and then theres birthdays, holidays, going out, living, etc. Argh, it’s all too much. D: I’m really going to have to get a job, and pretty sharpish, I should imagine. The idea of getting a job fills me with so much dread though, as it confirms that I am indeed an adult, and have to have responsibilites, etc etc.. *shudder*

To change the subject though, why is there literally nothing to watch on TV on Christmas Day? It’s very very disappointing. Don’t get me wrong, Eastenders was omgamazing, and Shrek 2 was good, but the rest? Eeeeeeeehh. :/ They did have a movie on that I started to watch and enjoy, The Motorcycle Diaries. Sadly they put it on too late and I was forced to go to bed half-way through, but it was such an interesting film and one I’d love to see in full at some point. It helps that Gael Garcia Bernal (right) is mighty fine. He kinda reminds me of a Mexican Dan Balan.

But anyway. Bed.

♥: Tired.
♪: Kaya – 火車

I am on my xmas break, woot.

Monday, which was meant to be full of win, involved having a total melt down when it came to my work, and then emailing my teacher saying LOLHEREISMAHWORK… forgetting to attatch the work. Roffles.
I think it’s because my head was somewhere else. I spent a fair amount of last weekend thinking about somebody from the past, how he really was a really fantastic guy and made me feel really special at times, and I never appreciated that, and I guess I regret not letting him know how appreciative I was. Eventually I ended up texting him just saying thanks. And it’s stupid but I felt a lot better just for having him know that what he used to say meant a lot to me.
I really don’t like this whole… tart with a heart thing. It isn’t becoming of me. I even cried when Orry got the £1 in Deal or No Deal on Friday.

Tuesday was much better though, as it was my final day and I had no lessons, Butty came in and saw Bower, and the re-union was LOL worthy. Then Butty gave me a lift home in his brand new car, which is now dubbed the bling-mobile.

Wednesday was also made of win, as I met up with Emma-chan, which was the first time I’ve seen her since she left to go to Uni, and it was so good to see her again. However, my EMA wasn’t paid in so I had very little money to do anything, so we just had a few drinks in the Bell, where we bumped into Glister, who I honestly didn’t think I’d bump into again. But it was good to see him, his humour and wit is as dry and sharp as ever and weeehhh it was just good to see my friends again. However, I did learn that port makes me very, very drunk and I was unable to walk in a straight line and it proved quite humourous to those I was texting.

Apart from that, I’ve just spent the rest of the week with a ragingly nasty cold, and a horrible cough. Which… slowly but surely I’m getting over. I think I’m over the worst now, and should be good for xmas. \:D/

Tomorrolo is xmas eve, and so my brother will be coming round in the afternoon. Which means xmas officially begins for me. Eeeeeee. Have a good xmas, to anybody that’s reading.

And this entry is complete waffle. It really is.

♥: Tired.
♪: Soft Ballet – Your Web

Lol my face got eaten by flash. D:

So yeah. Last weekend was pretty awesome. I got attacked by rain as soon as I left the house at 7, which meant my hair went all stupid and curly, lulz D: (However, it didn’t stop a drunken hairdresser stopping me in the Waterfront, stroking my hair and telling me how gorgeous it was. She’s welcome to it.) But yeah, a summary of the night would be drinks at the Bell, drinks at the Wildman, Butty telling the Salvation Army we don’t ‘do’ charity, stopping by the Marquee to see Dan & Freya, meeting Mosley in person, having a text-fight with Dan in Morrisons carpark/Lloyds, partying hard at the Waterfront, walking down Prince of Wales road, named one of the most dangerous streets in England, for chicken in Morelys, where it is garanteed there will be some sort of fight outside there on a saturday night, before finally freezing my tits off at 2:30AM waiting with Butty and Charlie for our taxi’s to show up. All in all, not too bad.

I also had my review day last monday. It was then that I found out for the first time how I was getting on after taking 6 weeks out of school at the beginning of the term. Turns out things are going pretty smoothly… I’m predicted and currently working at an A grade in photography and according to Ms Dean my current grade in ICT is a PASS, which is bollocks because I normally go for the MERIT stuff. :/ I think this year will have better results though, so my overall grade for thr past 2 years will probably be PASS/MERIT so thats not too bad. I can live with that. I think I also somehow got bullied into going to uni. D: But we’ll see what happens. I really hate making long-term plans, and… they keep asking me to think about my future and I’m all lolno. D: I’m far too lazy for Uni, and even lazier for work. With this in mind, my future looks pretty bleak.

 Oh my word, I’m bored. Theres nothing to do and nobody to play with. I want Chad to come online but he’s dragging his heels and I don’t want to do worrrrrk, so maybe I’ll just refresh MySpace over and over in hope of signs of life.

♥: Bored
♪: X Japan – White Poem I

Have 6 random facts about me:

1. I can fit my fist in my mouth.
2. I can hang spoons off my nose.
3. I never fall for people my own age, they’re either younger or much older than me.
4. I’m terrified of planes – just looking at one makes my skin crawl.
5. I was almost born with a cleft palate – the roof of my mouth is really high and almost joins with my nose.
6. I get travel sick on all forms of transport – except trains.

The ginger has faded quite considerably now, as can be seen in the photomatoe. Because of this, I’m now beginning to like having light hair. It’s just taking some getting used to after having dark hair for (exluding the blonde stint I had) about 5 years now. This week has been up and down for me, some really good things have happened, but one little thing happened which triggered off a whole chain reaction of self-loathing, angsting and crying watching Jeremy Kyle and Deal or No Deal. Although crying at DOND is nothing new, really. But it’s all good, yo.

Tonight I am going out for the first time since I got sick, as this is the first time I’ve been off my meds, had money, and can get my friends together. However, I’ve got a cold (AGAIN) and the weather is terrible so I’m not looking forward to it as much as I would like, but hey. I’ll make it a winful night, and spend Sunday hungover. \:D/

♥: Cold. Brr.
♪: D’espairsRay – 「浮遊した理想」

I have absolutely no idea why I bother writing on this, seeing as the only person who actually reads this is Chad, who chooses not to reply anyway since by the time I bother to write about it in here, I’ve generally told him about what I have to say already. Normally in much greater, explicit detail too.

Perhaps it’s because I still need to tell people that this blog actually exists.

Anysnootch. Today is not a happy day.
I just had one of those days where nothing I did felt right. I overslept. I felt really strange about going to school… my heart kept beating really fast waiting for the time to arrive for me to go, and I felt sick. I got there and completely failed in every way shape and form of trying to understand how machine code works, and therefore spent the rest of the day sulking/huffing and puffing about it. After school, I went to run my own errands, and… got caught in rain. Really heavy rain. Which of course totally made it worth it.

Infact, I’m going to stop writing now, because even this entry seems pointless.

 ♥: Huffy & puffy.
♪: Arsenium – Love me… love me

I got my hair coloured a few Friday’s ago (23/11). I am ginger.
No seriously. It’s not even ‘copper’ or ’sandy’. It’s full blown orange.
I wanted to lighten my hair (my hair is now a lightish brown, which can’t really be seen in the photo), but still wanted something kinda edgy done to it too. Getting blonde slices were out of the question since my hair won’t lighten to blonde after I got permentant red in there for the black and red I had in my hair about a year and a half ago. So my hairdresser suggested a really vibrant semi-permenant red sections to go with it. Clearly, she wasn’t kidding when she said vibrant.
With that said, everyone has really liked it so far, and some have even gone as far as to say that it suits me (does anybody really like to hear that ginger suits them, though?) and nobody has shouted ‘GIIINNNGGGEEE’ at me, much to my surprise.
However, this orange doesn’t seem to want to fade. A week and a bit of aggressive hair washing, including the later part of the week using head and shoulders (reknown for it’s colour stripping qualities…) it hasn’t really lifted at all. D: But I shall persevere and maybe by Christmas it will be… faded salmon. Mmm, now theres sexy.

Anysnootch, with the exception of my lulz-worthy hair, I’ve nothing to really discuss. If I’m not at school, I’m either watching Jezza, Ugly Betty, Loose Women, some sort of property program or Deal or No Deal. If I’m not watching these, I’m probably asleep. If I’m not asleep, then I’m probably doing school work, which includes a personal study on Kaoru Izima’s work (which I completed and handed in last week, and am now moving onto the practical work) for photography, the main functions of Bennett’s electrical for business ICT systems/Bower, and work on the functions of a microprocessor, the fetch-execute cycle, back work on binary, and now about to start machine code for Kettle. It really is as exciting as it sounds. Life is pretty mundane at the moment, but after all the drama-llama a few months ago, I’m relieved to just take things at a snails pace right now.

Now, I will put off writing about Bennetts in favour of searching for downloads for The Sims 2, and to sleep, or… do anything which isn’t thinking, really.

♥: Hungry.
♪: Schwarz Stein – Emergence of Silence