Archive for April, 2009

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