I'm giving myself highlights.

Yeah, I've decided.
Wait till I get roots again/give my dead hair time to recover, slap on some blonde hairdye in big chunks that will turn them ginger, then re-dye whole of my head bright red and see what happens!
I like the idea.

IT IS MY BIRTHDAY IN 9 DAYS.
9 DAYS UNTIL I GET A SHARP PIECE OF METAL STUCK IN ME SCHNOZZLE.
9 DAYS UNTIL WE ALL GO OUT AND GET ABSOLUTELY SLOSHED TO THAT NAFF CHRISTIAN NU RAVE BAND.

I have an outfit for Emma's party this weekend, I love it, I will take a picture later.
Until then I will describe it.
My long, grey, sleeveless Grateful Dead shirt, with that vintage dress (which I cut up) over the top. It's a plain black dress but with tiny white spots and lovely creamy white buttons from bottom to top, so I'm going to have one button done up in the middle because it makes me look dead thin plus it looks good. Because the dress was too long, I've full on slashed the bottom so it's all ragged, I like it though. It used to stick out at the sides but i've sewn the edges so now it makes me look like I have a lovely, long thin body (even if I really, really don't). That combined with my beautiful opaque black tights (with seams down the back) plus my black cardigan (to cover my cuts and scars on my arms [that sounds so dramatic but it really isn't what you think at all], haha) and the £2.00 lacy white vintage shoes I got will look so nice.
I'm thinking hair up, big, lashings of eyeliner on top lid and maybe even pink lipstick.
I'll try it all out when I take the picture later.
EEEEEEEEEEE :D

I may die.

Sat in school, free period whilst everyone else is away apart from me, Emily and Prerana.
The fun never ends.
Am actually shitting myself due to the fact that I have a science exam and stayed up till one in the morning revising THE WRONG FUCKING MODULE.

I wanted to cry.
No, I wanted to sob.

Thats it, byebye Arthur Terry, I will never sit in your special cafeteria for 6th formers and teachers.
I will be stuck in this HELL HOLE FOREVER.

I actually feel really upset thinking about it, I want to go to A.T with practically every ounce of my being.
:(

Ammonia, yum.

Done my hair, added dark bits to one side and under the fringe, these pictures are shite, though.
I reallllllyyyyy like it!
Today, Nicole and Steph came round and they ate crisps while we all watched scrubs and waited for the dye to work.
Now, i'm watching Dylan Moran (LLLLLLLLLLLLL).

I got rid of the other pictures because they were ugly, you can just see the dark bits on the side in this.

Most things

don't last.
After discovering I really do not have the balls to sing in front of people apart from when I'm plastered, I am slowly trying to persuade Jake to find someone else, as he is far from lacking in dedication and talent. Unlike myself.
So, back to square 1, I am going to spend my days revising for these upcoming exams and singing in solitary.

On the plus, however, I am going to make the red of my hair brighter, and put some very very dark brown around my fringe and the side of my head.
It sounds very random but I'm excited.
My dear Steph is going to come round and help:)
I'm charging my camera ready.
Eeeeeeee!:)

Ooh, pigeons shagging.
Lovely.

Ouch.

This boredom is driving me further and further into insanity.

*I like makeup

Love is the cure.

I lovelovelove my big brother.
He gave me 25 quid to go out for a meal with my friend so I'm not stuck in the house, and he's just given me another 20 pound note and said
"A little extra so you can have a piss up."
My wretched little heart is swelling!

Left.

I have officially left school.
This is it.
As I left, I managed to make everyone cry with my immense slideshow skills, hug Dr Smyth (The one-man-wonder of the scientific world and possibly the cutest human being ever to exist), avoid Mrs Viles (prickprickpriiiiiiick!), eat my body weight in cake, resist the urge to sob whilst everyone else was scriking their eyes out and snag a lift home off Biff.
I feel really weird.
And reflective.
I'm not used to this.

It's weird, we had all grown so comfortable with each other, like one really huge disfunctional family and now the school term has chucked us the divorce papers. Hmmm...