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I'm little, red headed mess, more hair than mass or sense. All I really want to do is make something magical and show the world and have it be proud of me.

Saturday, 23 January 2010

Oh, Darling, Who Needs Love.

Hey blog and bloggers, it's been a while.
Since last time I saw you, I...
Broke a trampoline, experimented with drugs, got my shoes stolen, threw up purple sick, got thrown out of Hyde park, got some speakers crushed by a policeman (WTF DUDE?!), named some rats after myself, made friends with Hadouken!'s support band (who were such twats, but said they'd get us in to the gig), met up with old friends - I never realised how much you could miss people, saw the legend that is Jamie Alexander Treays (or Jamie T) live at Brixton Academy, (he is AMAZING, highlight of the night: everyone stopped jumping and dancing to shout "good heavens you boys, blue blooded murder of the english culture - BLURGH"), and went down with the Nora Virus (HEY, THAT'S MY NAME!)
I hereby promise that I will blog MORE!

Wednesday, 13 January 2010

Old Light.

HI THEREI wish I could wear this to my friend's party on Saturday.

Sunday, 10 January 2010

Eyes Like A Fish, A Shiny Scaly Fish.

NYE, 09/10, FULHAM,
I HEART FISHEYE.I'm not even going to explain these photos, I was out of it like a caught fish, as you can see above.

Saturday, 2 January 2010

Always Drink Responsibly.

Oh what a fool I am.
I woke up at 5am on Bea's armchair with a crick in my neck on 1st January. I pulled out my phone to see whether I'd lived up to my reputation of sending texts when I'm drunk. And wahey, there it was, a text to the boy I've liked for ages saying that I love him. Shittt!
On Saturday, me, Angelina and Star went to White City, where we stood outside Smith's asking every over-18 to buy us scissors, and when this old woman gave in ("alright, I s'pose I will be an accessory to your stab-wounds") and we made our way into the amazing toilets up there. and cut our hair. I cut my own fringe, 'cos I didn't fancy setting either of my friends on my hair. That's whats with the pictures.
-and I'm sorry to whichever man should meet my sorry state, watch my steady lonesome gait and beware.

Friday, 1 January 2010

I Never Cared About You Anywho.

Came home, looked in the mirror, and this is what I found.I spent my night at Bea's. I recieved a text and sent two texts, all of them made me cry uncontrollably infront of everyone so I deleted the final reply. If I've learnt anything, it's that you haven't got a true friend until you've cried on her kitchen floor. At midnight we went up to the topfloor (her house had seven frigging floors!) and stepped onto the balcony where we watched the fireworks on southbank.