Past hair.

Seeing as the interest in my hair is building, i'm posting a blog about my various hairstyles.
Although I find it quite insulting that people show more interest in my hair than they do me, I'm a sucker for flattery, unfortunately, so if any of you need any advice about hair, let me know.




















Short, spikey and slightly red.














Chocolate brown, with extensions.













Got fed up and made it my New Years Resolution to never use extensions again.


















Decided to start going blonde.


















Went slightly yellow in the process.

Got bored and decided to put brown in my fringe, it just looks black here.


















Got bored and dyed my hair brown, but yes, it went black.

Put a bit of red in it so I didn't look like a goff.












Got well bored and thought "fuck it" and went really bright, it just looks darker here.

Brighter

red hair, lovelovelove it.
The weekend was well good, the ending result being bright red hair, 2 bottles of malibu/whiskey in my pants drawer, and some more fags.
I don't come on here much because i'm too distracted with going out/getting work done.
But who cares, I started this thing for me anyway, haha.
Downloaded shitloads of Pulp, Blur, Pink and Prodigy so am currently familiarising myself with songs that I don't know.
Everything's dead chilled at the minute, love life.

Promised Pictures.

Daisy's Birthday

was absolutely brilliant.
After a hectic morning running back and forth from Chester Road to Sutton, we finally got the wacky backy off dear William before heading for home to get ready.
I arrived at Daisys 5 minutes late before practically everyone else, Fran, Biff, Lana, Daisy's family and I watched Daisy open her presents in embarrasment, then we all headed off down the road, quickly grabbing Lottie.
After managing to survive trekking down to Sutton barefoot in the freezing cold, we arrived at Jimmy Spices and waited for everyone else.
When Ethne, Jamie, Conor, Tom, Luke and Gina arrived, the food, fun and festivities began.
There were some pretty hilarious-looking people there, including our dinner ladies, a bloke with a huge moustache, various ginger children and a child who Daisy had a go at us for taking the mick out of because she (wrongly) thought the child had Downs Syndrome.
The jokes were rolling and a fair few people, especially Tom, was red-faced and crying with laughter.
Everyone was in a dead good mood and there was such a great vibe the whole night.
After a quick fag break and what felt like ages of waiting with a handful of everybody's collected cash, we paid and left.
The trip to the station barefooted was hilarious and involved lots of dancing and the occasional game of ASSFUCK; and after the young couples said their goodbyes, Tom and Luke had to leg it to their train.
All the girls headed off to Daisys, knocking back a bottle of wine and playing ASSFUCK on the way.
Once we arrived, we played a couple of games of Vodka "have you ever"; sang along to a couple of Kate Nash songs, because we have no lives; remembered the wacky backy, then we were avidly searching for tools to smoke it. After various ideas I thought of rolling it in a cake baking case with a train ticket filter. It worked fantastically, but I ended up the only person who got properly high. I thought grinding it with my cross was a nice touch.
It was fun but not an experience I want to repeat for a while.
My memory is a little hazy after that, but I do remember playing a quick game of chicken and chatting general bollocks with everyone and eating all the Maltesers/Ethne's GORGEOUS cake.
We went to sleep at about half 4, I woke up at half 5 to find Biff with her leg over me making chewing noises, and, still high I burst out laughing, but shockingly woke no one up.
Lana woke me up at half 9 and we all sat about eating toast and chatting more bollocks.
Fucking top night, I love you all.
I will edit this blog with some pictures later when I can be bothered.

Do you believe in God?

I think we can all pretty much guess where I stand with religion.

"Hey Mrs Glitter, is Gary outside?"

Just spent Chinese new year slowly getting drunk with my mother, stepdad and Nicole in Erdington; listening to the crudest, most outrageous man/comedian in England. Am now sat at home, I can hear them singing along to Phil Collins downsturrs.
Nicole has gone home.
I worried over nothing, I ended up with a D and I am completely past caring.
German is a shit language anyway.



Anyway, ooh my day tomorrow is looking so good.
Even if I have got to get up proper early.

I'm getting up at like 9 to be out at about quarter past 10, meeting dear William in Sutton to get some wacky backy, then I will trek up to Daisys hoose and meet Daisy and Biff, then we shall all commence to my cigarette shop, buy the cigarettes, dick about for a bit in Erd, then fuck off home for a couple of hours.
Then we shall throw our gladrags on and meet up somewhere, go for a meal, then commence to get high and intoxicated in Daisy's garage-y bit.

With my beast of a camera.
Bliss.


AND WHY THE FUCKING FUCK IS E4-OD NOT WORKING?!
I THOUGHT THE WHOLE IDEA OF IT BEING "ON DEMAND" IS THAT PEOPLE CAN WATCH IT WHENEVER THEY WANT. NOT WAIT FOR IT TO FRIG ABOUT WITH ITSELF LIKE AN INDECISIVE TODDLER HANDED TWO DIFFERENT TOYS.
C'MONNNN!

Ahh, Jen.

Anyone who doesn't love their mother is an arsehole.
She has literally let me drag her to school and get everything.
It was so cold outside and none of the fucking women* from the office were there, I just stood there ringing the bell in the arctic cold until a cleaner woman let me in.
So now I am here, happily working my bollocks off.
I don't care if I don't pass tomorrow i'm just going to give it a bloody good try.
And everything that I was unsure of, of people acting weird with me is sorted, yesss!



*I hate it when people are talking about a single woman and they write something like "she is a beautiful women". It gets on my nerves SO much!