Bye bye

M.J:(
Ahhwell, life goes on.
You should hear some of the Michael Jackson jokes going around, it's worse than when Jade Goody died! :/



The last couple of days have been hectic, what from running around like a headless chicken, dieting, working out, falling out with various people and launching a new self-discovery mission, thus why I havent posted in a while.

And this one is going to be very boring due to the lack of pictures but whatever.

There's a job going at the hairdressers up the road, I'm going to call up later, I hope I get it!
Mehhhhh!

9 hours

of sleep in the past 5 days.
And theyre divided into half-hour slots.
This is unhealthy.

That old American past-time.

In a really fucked up order but who gives a toss!
Top night.























































Calling Dad.


























Me and my gyaldem Conor.



























Getting my groove on!














I think this is when James tried to poke my nose stud.















Everyoneeee!

Euphoria.

Not slept a fucking wink.
At all.
I feel completely different.
Fresh, like a whole new fucking person.
Better than any fucking drug.
Mam says I have jetlag, due to 3 hours sleep in the last 48 hours.
I don't think so.
Jetlag is supposed to be shit.
You're supposed to feel tired, cranky, constantly irritated.
I feel high as a bleedin' kite.
Maybe higher.

My eyes have been wide open for the best part of 2 days and honestly I have never seen my life in a clearer perspective than right now.

I'm not such a fucking bad person after all, not that I ever thought I was.

I appreciate every breath that comes out of my tarry lungs.
I love practically every single person I know to some degree or another.
I have the gift of the gab, I can talk for England and maybe some other countries too if I could be arsed to learn the language fluently.

I saw the sunrise today, I looked out the window constantly staring for three hours.
Some may think that is sad.
But while you lot are wasting your fucking time, staring into darkness or seeing imaginary things or having wet dreams, I saw nature at it's fucking finest.

I saw the sky turn from an inky abyss, to red-blue like really good wine, to the colour blue that the sea is on a stormy day, to the blue of my eyes.
I saw a pure space appear flawed with white tufts of cloud.
I saw a dark, mysterious, swaying oak tree calm itself and blossom into vibrant green in the space of what felt like minutes.

And all I could do was sit and gape.
Paralyzed, like we are when we sleep.

And I loved every minute of it.

Some people love sleep, not me.
Sleep has always reminded me of death, laying still, breathing so deep it looks like you're barely breathing at all.

Without it, I have never felt more alive.

I drew Jesus, I was productive, I researched great people, I argued religion/life/love and how they manage to all intertwine in my head; while you lot were doing what, exactly?



"I talk of dreams, Which are the children of an idle brain, Begot of nothing but vain fantasy, Which is as thin of substance as the air And more inconstant than the wind."
Mercutio - Romeo & Juliet (Act 1 Scene 4)

Oh and

be mine?

Free woman!

Making the most of my free time, I am.
Ohhhyes.
Prom this sunday, eeeeee:)














Nicole at the bus stop.

























Boots.












Omega Sektor, oh baby.












Blurry lights/colours!

























Ethne looks cute even when she eats!

(L)

GLASTO'

NEXT YEAR.
YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!

Sutton.

This appears to be my day in reverse.
Start at the bottom and work your way up?

FREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

FREE FROM SCHOOL
NEVER HAVE TO GO BACK EVER

This, my friends, is the turning of a new leaf!
:):):)!

Limelight!

I AM GOING TO BE IN A MAGAZINE!

I was walking through Birmingham yesterday with Steph and Ethne when we were approached by a lovely looking young man with dark hair and a goatee.

He complimented me on what I was wearing and then explained that he was forming a new fashion and lifestyle magazine called either Faces or Face for young "trendy" people which will apparently be distributed in the U.S and Britain.

He asked and wrote down where I got my clothes from and the individual prices, he took various pictures of me right in the middle of the high street and asked for my name, email adress or myspace url (I gave my email as my url is extremely embarrassing) and finally asked me to sign a document giving my permission to be in the magazine.

We all had such a laugh with him and his co-workers, they were all so lovely! It really made my day and I will definitely be buying a copy!

Every single thing

about Titanic makes me cry.
They're such a dynamic pair!

And the music by Celine Dion.
Sobsobsobsobsob.

Rarities.

Tomorrow I am actually going to sort myself out.

• I am going to firstly drag someone with me to Sutton.
• I will buy a foundation that looks good on my skin, and lasts as well as some new mascara and metallic eyeshadows.
• I will buy lots of hair clips.
• I will buy 2 new sketchbooks, one for whenever I feel a creative urge, one to present my pictures from my holiday to Spain with my girlies in July.
• I will buy lots of new pencils and try to find some little packs of watercolour and acryllic paint, the kind that you get at school. They would be very useful.
• I'm going to cut down on my chocolate and cheese intake.
• I am going to bother to revise.

I was browsing about on Flickr when I found these really pretty pieces of work, I felt an urge to put them on here so I can look at them all the time.

Triumph!

No one has noticed yet!
Yes!

Today will be odd.
I am going for a walk with the girl who was my best friend about a year ago.
We were best friends and just randomly stopped talking.
It was odd, but we've gotten so used to not being close friends that I feel this is going to be weirder.
Yet at the same time, we can both talk for England so it won't be awkward at all.

Us aged 14 & 15.

Oh my god, I haven't even finished my exams and I am already dreading Results Day.

On the plus though, Speech Day is Fran's birthday so even though I would never dream of going, I have somewhere to be instead of watching films with the mother!

At school.

Had nose done, finally!
Am currently shitting myself incase I get bollocked but that is fading away as Mrs Cook has walked in and not noticed so yaknowwwww;)

Oh how

I wish it were true.
My life is really lacking in romance at the minute:/

Oh well, I have ££££££ now, who cares!

Ugly ugly things.

I'd like to apologise (well no actually i'd rather I didn't have to at all, but c'est la vie) for a lack of colour in my blogs, I have an odd feeling that I have done this before but sod it, I am doing it again.
I understand how boring it must be for you to read but please just take a minute to imagine how boring it is for me writing these things.
Now, before you jump on your high horse and start asking questions such as...
"Who does she think she is?"
Or maybe,
"Isn't that a bit sad writing things for other people's amusement instead of your own?"
Please hear (or rather read, hahaha.......) me out.
First and foremost, I write these blogs for myself.
That is it.
This is because if I went about ranting about things 24/7 I would be in a straitjacket.
However, being a person, and a creative person at that, I am as aesthetically obsessed as the lot of you.
I want to see bright colour, striking controvercial images, and if fabrics and fashion is explained I want to see pictures and examples.
Unfortunately a couple of little things have gotten in my way of producting this aesthetic feast for you all.
These are called GCSE's
.The good news is though once I have finished my exams, I shall go back over my blogs and cram as many pictures in as I can find.
The bad news is that until then, we'll all have to make do!

Oh and just a quick update on my life, I shall post a new blog with birthday pictures in. I didn't get my nose pierced on saturday as the piercer was away on holiday (grrr....) but he comes back tomorrow apparently, so if I get it done tomorrow I shall post another picture-filled blog!
Marv.
I will now love you and leave you with some of my favourite images.













Girls love sparkles.













Myself and Thomas, back in the grebber days. This is so typical of us.


















Myself taking advantage of a drunken friend.



















Saucy! Love these. Click to enlarge

Mmm, if only (drool...)