what anyone says, or if it's a bit weird.
I miss you a little bit.
Which is strange to me, but it feels like ages since i've seen you.
The ironic thing is that you seemed more keen than me at the start and now it's like I crave your attention a little.
Not a lot, but enough to notice and feel it.
I'm actually a little excited to see you tomorrow, I just hope it happens.
You're making me change my mind about not wanting a relationship, let's just say.
Slowly but surely.
Let's just hope you don't get bored.
Monday, 31 May 2010
Sunday, 30 May 2010
"For you, I might make an exception."
It's ten to eight in the morning and it is my birthday.
17.
My head is in absolute agony, I was so drunk last night.
And I will be drunk today.
Pretty much all of today.
I'm going to go downstairs in a second, have the standard cuppa/fag and then chow down on whatever food I can grab.
A.k.a fuckall in this shit house, we never have any bloody food!
I can't even have cereal 'cause we have no milk.
Bugger. I'm feeling hungry this morning.
Plus I can feel my ribs, which I hate.
I remember there being absolutely shitloads of food at the party last night, and I remember not touching any of it apart from three small chocolate biscuits and a miniature brownie.
What the fuck were you playing at, Kit! That food was gorgeous-looking!
Bloody idiot.
Just reading through my phone, got some lovely birthday messages.
Sone proper moody texts from the guy i'm seeing.
I'm so clueless when it comes to the opposite sex, sometimes.
Particularly when i'm drunk.
I think i called him like 5 times or something, pahahahaaaa idiot!
I remember him seeming really pissed off and wanting to know where I was.
So he could come down and batter/threaten someone who was talking to me weird or something, oh I can't remember.
Then I randomly put him on the phone to this guy who asked him how Ireland was.
Bad decision.
He got really annoyed and I felt really weird and depressed-drunk for like 15 minutes, then we started talking about sex and I perked up.
Turns out i've fucked/done stuff with more girls than half the lads that went.
Nice one, slag.
Dead impressed that I didn't pull anyone, though.
There were a few lads proper begging it, which irritated me.
Oh, wait I got two birthday kisses from a straight girl that kept giggling and hugging me.
That doesn't count, though.
It's now eight o'clock and my head is banging and i'm starting to feel a bit worse for wear.
Happy fucking birthday, Kit.
17.
My head is in absolute agony, I was so drunk last night.
And I will be drunk today.
Pretty much all of today.
I'm going to go downstairs in a second, have the standard cuppa/fag and then chow down on whatever food I can grab.
A.k.a fuckall in this shit house, we never have any bloody food!
I can't even have cereal 'cause we have no milk.
Bugger. I'm feeling hungry this morning.
Plus I can feel my ribs, which I hate.
I remember there being absolutely shitloads of food at the party last night, and I remember not touching any of it apart from three small chocolate biscuits and a miniature brownie.
What the fuck were you playing at, Kit! That food was gorgeous-looking!
Bloody idiot.
Just reading through my phone, got some lovely birthday messages.
Sone proper moody texts from the guy i'm seeing.
I'm so clueless when it comes to the opposite sex, sometimes.
Particularly when i'm drunk.
I think i called him like 5 times or something, pahahahaaaa idiot!
I remember him seeming really pissed off and wanting to know where I was.
So he could come down and batter/threaten someone who was talking to me weird or something, oh I can't remember.
Then I randomly put him on the phone to this guy who asked him how Ireland was.
Bad decision.
He got really annoyed and I felt really weird and depressed-drunk for like 15 minutes, then we started talking about sex and I perked up.
Turns out i've fucked/done stuff with more girls than half the lads that went.
Nice one, slag.
Dead impressed that I didn't pull anyone, though.
There were a few lads proper begging it, which irritated me.
Oh, wait I got two birthday kisses from a straight girl that kept giggling and hugging me.
That doesn't count, though.
It's now eight o'clock and my head is banging and i'm starting to feel a bit worse for wear.
Happy fucking birthday, Kit.
Wednesday, 26 May 2010
Tuesday, 25 May 2010
So chilllllled.
Today was so chilled.
Overslept and woke up half an hour before Aidan was supposed to be at mine, was too tired to make a real effort so I looked pretty much like a tramp.
Still got a few x x x x x x x xxsses though.
Good times.
He left to pick up his "boyfriend" and I slobbed around watching Skins (the first series, obviously), avoiding revision and eating pure crap.
Such a fun-filled life I do lead.
Overslept and woke up half an hour before Aidan was supposed to be at mine, was too tired to make a real effort so I looked pretty much like a tramp.
Still got a few x x x x x x x xxsses though.
Good times.
He left to pick up his "boyfriend" and I slobbed around watching Skins (the first series, obviously), avoiding revision and eating pure crap.
Such a fun-filled life I do lead.
Sunday, 23 May 2010
And a tearful goodbye
to my babe, Gene Hunt, who has singlehandedly made me piss myself more times in 45 minutes than any man ever has/will.
And a quick tribute to the man I have been slowly but surely drooling over since I was 14, Ben Drew (or Plan B).
'Cor blimey!
And a quick tribute to the man I have been slowly but surely drooling over since I was 14, Ben Drew (or Plan B).
'Cor blimey!
KARMA
I FUCKING LOVE IT.
This is actually stupidly hlarious.
Ahahahahhhahahahahahahahahahahahaaaa, I knew Karma would kick you in the ass eventually.
Just didn't know it's be so soon/sudden!
Oh me oh my:')
This is actually stupidly hlarious.
Ahahahahhhahahahahahahahahahahahaaaa, I knew Karma would kick you in the ass eventually.
Just didn't know it's be so soon/sudden!
Oh me oh my:')
Saturday, 22 May 2010
Basically,
I'm a cold hearted bitch who's learned the hard way to always put herself first and to be guarded with her emotions.
Emotionally fucked.
I'm not ready for this.
But I can't say why.
Mainly because I don't know why, it just doesn't feeeeeeeeeeeeeel right.
Yet.
Give me time and be patient or i'll end up hurting you somehow.
Which is something I really don't want to do.
But I bet I will.
So typical, really.
You meet someone who'll actually be nice to you and won't fuck you about; then you realise you might be turning into the type of nasty bastard that DOES go around fucking people about.
Let me just get my exams done, let's have some fun.
We're young, why so serious?
Please stop pressuring me, that won't help.
Oh and the guilt treatment just makes it worse as well.
But I can't say why.
Mainly because I don't know why, it just doesn't feeeeeeeeeeeeeel right.
Yet.
Give me time and be patient or i'll end up hurting you somehow.
Which is something I really don't want to do.
But I bet I will.
So typical, really.
You meet someone who'll actually be nice to you and won't fuck you about; then you realise you might be turning into the type of nasty bastard that DOES go around fucking people about.
Let me just get my exams done, let's have some fun.
We're young, why so serious?
Please stop pressuring me, that won't help.
Oh and the guilt treatment just makes it worse as well.
Monday, 17 May 2010
Don't think
I have everrrrrrr been so happy for study leave in my entire life!
Now the stress begins though, I'm shiiiiitting myself!
On the plus though it's my birthday soon!
The past few days have been eventful.
I think i've learnt something/met someone new every day for the past week.
Which is always good!
The past week hasn't gone without it's dramas, though.
I went on a "date" the other day, well that's what he kept calling it.
And to be honest it was really nice, he picked me up in his car and we just chilled in a few parks chatting general shit, having a laugh, I had a really nice time...
Until I threw up.
Yes.
I threw up.
On a "date".
IWASSOOOOEMBARRASSEDIWANTEDTODIEEEEOMGOMGOMG!
I just felt queasy, walked towards a bush and vommed, in front of him.
Oh my days I was so embarrased.
He didn't seem to care that much, actually, he just seemed more bothered as to whether I was ok.
Which was sweet.
But still, oh my goddddd I wanted to DIE.
It was kind of funny though ahahahaha I couldn't stop laughing about it for ages afterwards, I told my mom and she nearly pissed herself, the cheeky sod!
It's just my luck though:')
Arr well, fuck it!
Don't care, I had fun, he's seen worse, fuuuuckkkk it!
FUCK IIIIIT!
Now the stress begins though, I'm shiiiiitting myself!
On the plus though it's my birthday soon!
The past few days have been eventful.
I think i've learnt something/met someone new every day for the past week.
Which is always good!
The past week hasn't gone without it's dramas, though.
I went on a "date" the other day, well that's what he kept calling it.
And to be honest it was really nice, he picked me up in his car and we just chilled in a few parks chatting general shit, having a laugh, I had a really nice time...
Until I threw up.
Yes.
I threw up.
On a "date".
IWASSOOOOEMBARRASSEDIWANTEDTODIEEEEOMGOMGOMG!
I just felt queasy, walked towards a bush and vommed, in front of him.
Oh my days I was so embarrased.
He didn't seem to care that much, actually, he just seemed more bothered as to whether I was ok.
Which was sweet.
But still, oh my goddddd I wanted to DIE.
It was kind of funny though ahahahaha I couldn't stop laughing about it for ages afterwards, I told my mom and she nearly pissed herself, the cheeky sod!
It's just my luck though:')
Arr well, fuck it!
Don't care, I had fun, he's seen worse, fuuuuckkkk it!
FUCK IIIIIT!
Sunday, 9 May 2010
All I seem to do
is just drink these days.
On friday, went out for a meal, then got drunk with all my friends, realised I should be in a screamo band because of my lung capacity and ability to pigsqueal, raided her mom's spirits cabinet and took crazy photos involving cigarettes and knives.
Last night, went out to town, went to my mates and got drunk on absynthe, got mauled by his dog, was completely gazeboed in front of my ex (I'd be embarrassed if I could be arsed), lost my phone in an armchair-thing and my friend had to cut it out and had a drunken conversation with his sober father.
Tonight, do work, watch shit films, smoke lots and get drunk alone.
This weekend has been beyond weird.
Not only has the awkwardness STILL not changed.
But, as Hinks and Luke were getting the bus to Toby's last night, the bus they were on ran someone over.
Turns out the person it ran over was actually mates with some of my closest friends.
The poor lad died.
Didn't know him but even so, it's absolutely dreadful.
On friday, went out for a meal, then got drunk with all my friends, realised I should be in a screamo band because of my lung capacity and ability to pigsqueal, raided her mom's spirits cabinet and took crazy photos involving cigarettes and knives.
Last night, went out to town, went to my mates and got drunk on absynthe, got mauled by his dog, was completely gazeboed in front of my ex (I'd be embarrassed if I could be arsed), lost my phone in an armchair-thing and my friend had to cut it out and had a drunken conversation with his sober father.
Tonight, do work, watch shit films, smoke lots and get drunk alone.
This weekend has been beyond weird.
Not only has the awkwardness STILL not changed.
But, as Hinks and Luke were getting the bus to Toby's last night, the bus they were on ran someone over.
Turns out the person it ran over was actually mates with some of my closest friends.
The poor lad died.
Didn't know him but even so, it's absolutely dreadful.
Wednesday, 5 May 2010
"I fuckin' hate ovaries!"
"She's a bad girl yaknow!"
"He has the best afro you will ever see."
"Arrr yaknow when your voice goes like an old woman's? Yaknow, all like bleuuuurgh?"
"We're awesome, shut up!"
"She's great when she's drunk, she gets really into politics. She goes round threatening to batter the Conservatives."
Chilling in a cupboard in the art department with Ellaaaa drinking tea and eating a cheese and ham pitta bread, omnomnom.
Voting the BNP tomorrow? FUCK OFF THEN YOU CUNTS!
Bet you didn't know that the BNP agree with rape, did you?
A BNP member was quoted to say:
"Rape is simply sex. Women enjoy sex, so rape cannot be such a terrible ordeal. To suggest that rape, when conducted without violence, is a serious crime is like suggesting that force-feeding a woman chocolate cake is a heinous crime offence."
HOW FULL OF COMPLETE SHIT CAN YOU PEOPLE BE?!
HOW DARE YOU COMPARE SOMETHING AS SEVERE AS RAPE TO FUCKING INDULGING IN SOME CAKE!
I don't know about you, but i've never known someone have their lives destroyed by a gateux!
"He has the best afro you will ever see."
"Arrr yaknow when your voice goes like an old woman's? Yaknow, all like bleuuuurgh?"
"We're awesome, shut up!"
"She's great when she's drunk, she gets really into politics. She goes round threatening to batter the Conservatives."
Chilling in a cupboard in the art department with Ellaaaa drinking tea and eating a cheese and ham pitta bread, omnomnom.
Voting the BNP tomorrow? FUCK OFF THEN YOU CUNTS!
Bet you didn't know that the BNP agree with rape, did you?
A BNP member was quoted to say:
"Rape is simply sex. Women enjoy sex, so rape cannot be such a terrible ordeal. To suggest that rape, when conducted without violence, is a serious crime is like suggesting that force-feeding a woman chocolate cake is a heinous crime offence."
HOW FULL OF COMPLETE SHIT CAN YOU PEOPLE BE?!
HOW DARE YOU COMPARE SOMETHING AS SEVERE AS RAPE TO FUCKING INDULGING IN SOME CAKE!
I don't know about you, but i've never known someone have their lives destroyed by a gateux!
Resulting to this
because the bastard school computers won't let me access my email!
Just ignore this.
Well, you can read it if you want, but expect to be bored!
Artist study, AS level/
Tracey Emin:
Info
Key Biographical details & INFLUENCE
- (ideas for influence:stuckism/past lovers/experiences (rape)/childhood experiences (fathers infidelity/abortions)
- (ideas for biographical details:left general school at 13 went to art college/degree/promiscuous youth/alcohol/depression)
Study of pieces (maybe include biographical book Strangeland (in bottom draw)
Conclusion
Just ignore this.
Well, you can read it if you want, but expect to be bored!
Artist study, AS level/
Tracey Emin:
Info
Key Biographical details & INFLUENCE
- (ideas for influence:stuckism/past lovers/experiences (rape)/childhood experiences (fathers infidelity/abortions)
- (ideas for biographical details:left general school at 13 went to art college/degree/promiscuous youth/alcohol/depression)
Study of pieces (maybe include biographical book Strangeland (in bottom draw)
Conclusion
Tuesday, 4 May 2010
Just why?
Why do I even bother making an effort to reach out to people?
Why do I even bother being nice these days?
It just gets thrown back in my face!
I've tried so hard to be nice, I've tried to make things easy for you, I've made such an effort, fuckinghell I have tried.
But you know what?
Fuck you and the horse you rode in on.
I seriously just cannot be ARSED anymore.
Never become a nice person, kids.
You just get screwed over by EVERYONE.
Why do I even bother being nice these days?
It just gets thrown back in my face!
I've tried so hard to be nice, I've tried to make things easy for you, I've made such an effort, fuckinghell I have tried.
But you know what?
Fuck you and the horse you rode in on.
I seriously just cannot be ARSED anymore.
Never become a nice person, kids.
You just get screwed over by EVERYONE.
Sunday, 2 May 2010
As a collective whole
my friends are most definitely better than yours;D
Even though the above sentence was light hearted it's probably true.
I've met some fucking wankers in my time, but i've met some absolutely beautiful people too and i'm so happy and grateful to have beautiful people like you in my life, seriously.
You should all know who you are, too many to name and I cant be arsed anyway but I am literally in love with you all and I think you're all fucking fantastic you gorgeous bastards!
I'm just literally so happy I cannot stop smiling and giggling, I've been giggly for the past 24 hours.
No romantic interest has/will ever make me happier than this, this is just indescribable.
I think i'm starting to grow up and appreciate what I actually have.
I don't know.
Whatever it is I really don't want it to end, I'm seeing the world through rose-tinted glasses and it's amazing.
It's like falling in love or something, just wow!
:))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))) Kkdshfsdifuhesfes8rq23geifuhpsd''#we08f!!!!!!!!!!!
Even though the above sentence was light hearted it's probably true.
I've met some fucking wankers in my time, but i've met some absolutely beautiful people too and i'm so happy and grateful to have beautiful people like you in my life, seriously.
You should all know who you are, too many to name and I cant be arsed anyway but I am literally in love with you all and I think you're all fucking fantastic you gorgeous bastards!
I'm just literally so happy I cannot stop smiling and giggling, I've been giggly for the past 24 hours.
No romantic interest has/will ever make me happier than this, this is just indescribable.
I think i'm starting to grow up and appreciate what I actually have.
I don't know.
Whatever it is I really don't want it to end, I'm seeing the world through rose-tinted glasses and it's amazing.
It's like falling in love or something, just wow!
:))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))) Kkdshfsdifuhesfes8rq23geifuhpsd''#we08f!!!!!!!!!!!
Drinkdrinkdrink.
All i've done the past three days is just fucking drink.
It's five to six and it's already getting bright.
Fuck off, sun!
I wanna go sleep thats what lazy sundays are fucking forrrrr!
Thank FUCK I have monday off:')
No fucking sleep due to excessive alcohol consumption and late night texting/phonecalls.
Excellent.
Went to my friend's birthday do, and, as my shite wine and diiiirtttty Sainsbury's Own Vodka that I knicked off someone else began to kick in, I noticed that in one way or another, everyone in the room was sucking stuff up and getting on with it.
Just being brave, smiling and getting the fuck on with life.
Absolutely fantastic, we were all doing it!
One of my friends had been jilted and was being ignored by another of my friends, we had a nice bonding chat and then decided that "fuck it" is THE best attitude to have and smoked like chimneys; the birthday girl fell and fucked up her foot, two seconds later she was up and dancing again ("FOCKIN' TROOOOOPER, Y'ARE!"); one friend's been fucking his girlfriend about and feels bad about it but was still smiling and having fun, another was just generally depressed but still smiled quite a lot.
It's so nice to see people getting on with their shit instead of just whining and not doing anything about it.
Life's too short to just sit about waiting for things to happen.
If you don't get out and change what you're unhappy about, things will stay shit, but if you get on and try to turn it around, even if it fails you can have fun trying.
Couldn't really think of a better way to learn that life lesson to be perfectly honest.
Drunk and happy with a group of people I actually fucking adore.
Perfect.
And, after the cheapest taxi home everrr, I came home to lots of texts and missed calls off my other lovely friends, and had the standard sleepy/wired/drunken phonecall for ages with Joe until about half an hour ago, chatting absolute shit and cackling!
Life is absolutely fantastic sometimes.
It's five to six and it's already getting bright.
Fuck off, sun!
I wanna go sleep thats what lazy sundays are fucking forrrrr!
Thank FUCK I have monday off:')
No fucking sleep due to excessive alcohol consumption and late night texting/phonecalls.
Excellent.
Went to my friend's birthday do, and, as my shite wine and diiiirtttty Sainsbury's Own Vodka that I knicked off someone else began to kick in, I noticed that in one way or another, everyone in the room was sucking stuff up and getting on with it.
Just being brave, smiling and getting the fuck on with life.
Absolutely fantastic, we were all doing it!
One of my friends had been jilted and was being ignored by another of my friends, we had a nice bonding chat and then decided that "fuck it" is THE best attitude to have and smoked like chimneys; the birthday girl fell and fucked up her foot, two seconds later she was up and dancing again ("FOCKIN' TROOOOOPER, Y'ARE!"); one friend's been fucking his girlfriend about and feels bad about it but was still smiling and having fun, another was just generally depressed but still smiled quite a lot.
It's so nice to see people getting on with their shit instead of just whining and not doing anything about it.
Life's too short to just sit about waiting for things to happen.
If you don't get out and change what you're unhappy about, things will stay shit, but if you get on and try to turn it around, even if it fails you can have fun trying.
Couldn't really think of a better way to learn that life lesson to be perfectly honest.
Drunk and happy with a group of people I actually fucking adore.
Perfect.
And, after the cheapest taxi home everrr, I came home to lots of texts and missed calls off my other lovely friends, and had the standard sleepy/wired/drunken phonecall for ages with Joe until about half an hour ago, chatting absolute shit and cackling!
Life is absolutely fantastic sometimes.
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