December 2010
Just to say,
I’m going to my dad’s for new year, and I can’t take the laptop there.
This means minimal internet access, so I probably wont be posting on here.
However, I will, if anything amazing happens, or I just feel the world should know, be on twitter.
Byeee!! xx
Type 4, Type 7
I woke up this morning to find my mum had ‘censored’ my Iggy posters with post-it notes.
This isn’t the first time this has happened.
The Minister's Daughter Is In Love With The Snake.
I'm just gunna put this out there.
The reason I can’t seem to like Gaga is the following;
For every reason you give me that Makes Her Special, nine times out of ten I can say
“Yeah, but ‘X’ did it first…”
Um
I get like this sometimes, late at night, when everything I see is awesome.
I love it, y’know, but at the same time, I could probably do with some sleep.
As soon as I read this article.
I had Tuna for lunch.
Salmon for dinner.
And it has just emerged I’m the only one in the house who likes Anchovies, and so must eat the entire pot in the fridge before I leave tomorrow.
Help.
“Never love anybody who treats you like you’re ordinary.”
– Oscar Wilde (via loveyourchaos)
Me: OMG LOOK A JAMES DEAN CALANDER!
Mum: That's surprising, there aren't many pictures of him.
Me: Was that a Dig? Was that a Dig?
Mum: No...
*we look at the calander*
Me: Most are stills from Rebel Without A Cause
Mum: Well, there aren't many films to choose from...
Me: *walks off*
So there I was,
burning a sugar cube in some absinthe in the name of scientificish discovery,
when my mother walks in, making me panic into pouring the cold water over it all.
As you all know, hot to cold very fast doesn’t work well with glass.
——
So anyway, ends up with mother yelling ‘cause I broke her glass.
But it goes to show how amazing my family is when it’s perfectly...
The awkward moment when next week is actually next...
So,
My sister was drying her hair in the other room. I was ignoring it because this is normal.
My mother is downstairs doing aerobics, so I can hear the loud THRUMP THRUMP of the beat. I was ignoring it because this is normal.
Suddenly, it all goes quiet, and theres this Dalek voice yelling EXTERMINATE outside my door.
I fucking freak out. Because, y’know, I think there’s a fucking...
“Throughout Eclipse, we’re presented with some of the most damaging, dangerous,...”
– Quoted from Mark Reads Twilight.
(via rabblevolunteer)
I realised today,
as I cut out the pictures,
that the music ‘zines I buy are the ones aimed at middle-aged males.
If there's one great thing about Christmas
It’s the fact you can cover youself, and your room, in gold glitter and it’s perfectly acceptable.
OMG YEAH
So last night, ‘twas amazing.
We met my cousin’s boyfriend for the first time, he seems like a nice guy. He was a bit confused though, when all the females went upstairs to put on our smart clothes - we do it not because it’s a formal event, but purely for fun. This year, I think, was the first year when we all did it, my sister being the youngest.
There was also a lengthy and...
Guess What.
This time tomorrow, I will be the owner of some
SUPER AMAZING SKINNY FIT LEATHER TROUSERS.
To say I’m excited is an understatement.
Letter on Jim's pardon from the remaining Doors... →
So today is the day of the Annual Family...
I am excited and nervous. I get to see my cousins that I haven’t seen in months. But that means I’m going to have to be calm and composed and conversational.
Theres gunna be loads of Amazing food and drink. But I decided to wear my 50s dress, which means I struggle to breathe let alone consume large amounts of delicious salami.
On another note, it’s the first time I’ll...
the earth is my body, my head is in the stars:... →
joestrummer:
This is England by the Clash
I hear a gang fire on a human factory farm Are they howling out or doing somebody harm On a catwalk jungle somebody grabbed my arm A voice spoke so cold it matched the weapon in her palm This is England This knife of Sheffield steel This is England This is…
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About this time, 3 years ago,
I had started listening to a band. They were pretty old, I’d gotten into them because I was going though that typical, rebellious 13-year-old phase when the old-skool punks were my idols.
This band was different though, ‘cause they weren’t singing about their angst, or how their lives were shit. They were singing about proper, real life events that were happening to them and...
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Make-Up is Sinful!
Especially that eye-shadow with that top…
Horrible Histories
has been on CBBC all day. I’ve sat in my PJs and watched them all. I am in no way ashamed.
