Quick reminder!

Tomorrow remember to run up the road and buy

• Some foundation (preferrably cheap shite from the natural section so that I can afford more)
• Some Rimmel concealer (best stuff!)
• Some lipstick (in nude, coral, a light shade of pink and a gold-ish one)
  
  

Embarrassed

is not the word, I was so drunk on the previous post.

Crapsong.

Can't bare my arms
For fear of my scars,
When I do,
People look at me like i'm from Mars.

They're not self-inflicted,
Just shite I have to live with
Until my heart has reached it's limit.

They say,
Men are from Mars, women are from Venus
I must be from jupiter,
I should have a penis.

I'm rude, I swear, I smoke,
Always the butt end of the joke
But I wouldn't be happy
If I was a bloke,

Because a
Womans perspective
Of life and how we should live,
Of giving what you should give
Makes you more responsive

To the
Bollocks that we see
Every day
From children starving to the K.K.K
Makes you want to get right up and
Make a change
And who knows
Maybe we'll get there one day.

As I walk down the street
And hear the tapping of my feet
Nothing else, I feel so at peace

With myself
My body
My life and how it's going
I feel myself change
And adapt, as i'm growing.

Recently i've felt on a permanent high
No one ever can knock me about my life,
Sure i've had my lows and done some daft things
But yet when I take the time to breathe and think
My mind becomes clear,
I won't remember next year.

Eventful

nights.
It's currently 2:52 and I have spent the last 24 hours in bed recovering from a mad party that was now tecnically 2 days ago.
I turned up half an hour early in a taxi fit for a king (a.k.a a huge people carrier type thing) and sat in Beths garden with Lottie, Beth, Daisy, Conor and Lucy drinking gin and smoking, and trying to play the 'G'day Bruce' game.

After drinking a lot more everyone else turned up and there was a nice big group of us chilling and chatting when suddenly we hear that there are loads of people outside and that more are coming, I looked out the window and there were loads of the buggers on the front lawn.
The police were called and they all ran off.

Then after about half an hour of chilling, the buggers came back but there were more this time. they climbed over the garden fence and they were surrounding the house, some of them were inside the house too.
Beth locked the back door and she was really upset which sucked and made me want to hurt someone.

The police were called again, and after they heard that two kitchen knives were missing they were doing searches on people. In all the commotion me Alec, Daisy Conor and Lucy all crammed in Daisys moms car (Conor went in the boot) and she dropped me and Alec off at penns lane where, after a failed attempt to walk me home, I walked home alone.

After getting in I was greeted by my mother, her friend Cheryl and my brother Craig all drunk and smoking in the garden, so I joined in until about half 4. After a full bottle of rosé, 6 cigs and some cheesy mash I crawled into bed at quarter to six.
Woke up at half 8, drank my weight in water then went back to bed and haven't moved since!

And Daisys having a party tonight, which will kill me.

Fun stuff!

Note to self!

Download the following songs that iTunes managed to reject like an arsehole.
-Keep The Faith
-Don't Walk Away
-Fly Away
-Streetwalker
-Just Good Friends
by Michael Jackson and also
-Girlfriend In A Coma
-First Of The Gang To Die
by Morrissey.

I fucking hate modern tecnology sometimes!

Know what?

Who gives a fuck.
So what I don't spend hours painting (i'm not even that much of a painter, collage and textiles is more my thing if i'm honest.).
So what I don't dream about art and death and religion and all the other things these arty types dream about.
So what I don't drink my coffee black.
And heaven forbid I enjoy food and eat at least three meals a day.
So what i'm short.
So what I don't have flowing locks that look immaculate even when i've just woken up.
So what I look terrible without makeup.
So what I don't drink red wine (it's tastes like piss and vinegar).

Fuck it.
I enjoy my life.
I have many passions, my life could go down any path I choose, just because I am currently undecided does not mean I have no future.
I will make a name for myself, doing something I enjoy.
And when I am certain what I want out of my life, you can be sure that I will work fucking hard for it.

Because, nowadays, being proud of yourself shouldn't make you appear obnoxious.
Having self-worth shouldn't make you look self-obsessed.

If you know what you want, go and get it, and fuck everyone else.
(Literally if you have to.)

Finally

gathered enough drive and inspiration to begin the start of my work.
Need to put my own personal projects on hold for a while and just focus on this.

Here is a preview of what is to come.
By the way, it looks a bit crap because I took it using the webcam attatched to the laptop i'm on at the moment. Couldn't be arsed finding my camera.