Today made me realise

I'm so fucking done with being lonely
and skint
and an irritable cunt all the time.

I need someone hilarious and fucking sexy to make me happy and go all red and stupid like I used to.
Y'know, all smitten to the point of making everyone around me sick.

It seems like everybody's settling down and finding people except me.
I mean, I don't mind being alone that much but I HAVEN'T HAD A SHAG SINCE MARCH.
AND EARLY MARCH AT THAT.
MARCH!

Oh well, fuck it, I'm (hopefully) dying my hair white on monday.
If it fails I will literally cry.

New winter coat ♥

Realised how late I am with a proper blonde picture but still ahahaha.
Will be hopefully going white blonde this saturday.

I should

really follow some of my own advice.

"Don't doubt yourself because of some dickhead boy/cruel slut. You are lovely and you deserve happiness. Move on and find it."
Kitty Jayne Calderbank (a.k.a, me)
Monday, April 19, 2010




Need to be up and getting ready for school in an hour and 20 minutes.

Forgot

how much I love U2.
Say what you want about Bono, his voice is gorgeous.

Get ya rat out, get ya rat out, sweatin like a beaver.

Found

a fantastic website that feautres all the words you need to know from the French language.
I speak a fair amount of French but this website's really opened my eyes;)

http://www.orbilat.com/Languages/French/Vocabulary/French-Uncensored.html

Just incase you're too lazy to visit the link, i'll write some of my favourite words below and you can find them;)

Con.
Couiller.
Sans déconner.
Va t'faire enculer.
Fils de pute / putain.
Grande folle.
Je veux lécher ton foutre.
Que tu es emmerdant!

:)

Nobody knows it,
But you've got a secret smile;
And you use it
Only for me.

Still can't sleep.

Mmmmmmmmmmmthinkingtoomuch...

Hmm, you're the kind of person I like to look at.
The kind of person who's not plain at all.
You have loads of little trinkets all over you, loads of designs loads of flaws, patterns, chaos.
Nice aesthetically.

But you're so stereotypical.
You may think the clothes on your back and your robbed jewellery and shit self-done-but-proper-sentimental-tattoos and your home-cut hair make you unique but they don't.
You're just on-trend.
You're a passing craze.
Your entire look and personality will change just as quickly and painlessly as fashion does.
Don't think for one minute that I haven't met people like you before.
There are thousands of you there, i'm friends with some of you.

But I see you.
No, not the clothes, not the annoyingly trendy hair, but you.
The you that you may not always want to admit to being.

You can't hide from me.
And most likely you'll know who you are if you read this.
But I'm not going to flatter myself into thinking you will.


This is all just sleepy-angst.
I probably won't remember writing this tomorrow but it doesn't make it any less relevant.
You can't hide from me.

Lie With Me

is such a brilliant film.

Am lying in bed, can't sleep again.
My hair is in some weird accidental beehive that is surprisingly neat.
I look like a housewife from the 50's ahaaaa.

Watching Lie With Me, am all comfy and warm, have had such a nice day.
First day of sixthform after half term and did no work at all.
Got home, had some lovely chats with my mom, we cackled at Dirty Sanchez episodes.
She went off for a bit to do an exam for her masters (!) and I had a nap.
Later we got locked out of the house like idiots and had to scream through the letterbox and ring the doorbell to wake my stepdad up.
It was so cold and all I was wearing was a thin t-shirt dress.
I wanted a smoke, not pneumonia!

Got back in, made plans with my boy best friend for tomorrow and a little shopping with mom aftwerwards.
Got a really lovely (and emotional) phonecall that really widened my perspective of things, made me realise how good things are going for me right now and that I do really whinge about the most stupid stuff.

Am feeling dead inspired too, which is handy seeing as I have a three week deadline for about three quarters of my art work.

So happy, everything is going so well.