Blue skies, blue skies.

Wotcher.
I feel like such a sket.
must make self feel better with kinder maxi bars and weheartit.com



AND I have lost one of my fins for my mermaid costume I have to wear tonight.

The Stains of Time.

I'm on holiday!
So far it's just been me and my friends lounging on any bits of grass we can find in Islington and listening to Bob Marley and Johnny Cash, but that's all I really could wish for. Night y'all.

Fire Round The Brim.

OH,
and an AWARD.
Shiny or what?
So 7 things about myself?
Well...
1. Potential names as a baby: Andromeda, Athena, Anastacia, Cydney and Felicity (first three my mythology loving papa's choices, other two my boring mamas.)
2. The last boy who showed intrest in me has just come out as gay. Not even bi... GAY.
3. I am absolutely obsessed with Gary Barlow, when I'm on an episode I lock myself in the shoe cpboard and listen to The Circus and cry.
4. I'm such a sucker for a boy in chinos. Or any type of beige trousers.
5. I have a deformed hand - only three fingers, Nick, Kevin and Joe.
6. I have SO many secret embarrassing crushes: Alan Rickman, Lupin,
Artie from Glee, Kurt from Glee, all of Take That, Tom from McFly, Grindelwald, Freddie Highmore, JUSTIN BIEBER... Shet, I didn't realise the list was that long :|:|
7. I don't really know about me, I'm a bit of a mess to be honest. Just a scribble with needs that are never fulfilled.

Apologies Bbz.

SOZ GUYS,
my internet is so fucking broke, but I have holidaaaz for three whole weeks, so hopefully I'll able to get on a few times and tell you about the chung time I'll hopefully be having :):):)

I Can Call Home.

I'm a little pumped, I'm a bit of a mess, but nothing really matters, 'cos I am so loved. I never knew how reassuring it was to find out that you could never know that someone you love, might just love you back. Right now, I don't care what shit gets thrown, I'm shielded by people I never thought would shield me. For once, I can see the sun on the horizon.

And Candlelit Secrets.

SO about an hour ago I had a really weird conversation with my Dada about this naked man I saw in a window liiike wtf? He was really fat :')and then we went for dinner and I ate loads and had my first bottle of coke since lent, and basics, I'm jumping around crying with laughter and sining nevershoutnever thinking wtf was in my gourmet burger kitchen?

A Loop That Never Ends.

Chinos, the new skinny jeans, I'd say.

Mine were £30 from Zara, and I'm positively in love.
Team with floaty white/breton/floral/pastel top and light pumps for summer. INNET.

I Often Forget Why You're Not In My Bed.

When I Say When.

...but you always reply to I love you, and I don't know what to think.




Sorry, my vanity took over.

Rifle in the Corner.

Shet dude, please, please, stop making me fall in love with you.

Fireflies Without a Light.

100TH POST!

N'aww, I want to go to Paris, tapdance and fall in love with a cool photographer man?
Happy Mondays fellas.

Running With Believers, No Time For Fever.

Social pictures from the last month.
Let the good times roll.








Pip pip.

We Said Forever & Always?

Pictures, because I haven't blogged in half a month and I'm very sad because look at my red hair... LOOK AT IT. It's gone, it's now black. Now, my hair is naturally quite close to black (hello asian/russian ancestry?), so it does look okay, but here, it looks RADIANT!


*sighsighsigh*

Wonder.

Gah, losing followers much? Be warned, if anyone else unfollows me, I'll cry.
Today I didn't wear a coat, just jegs and a jumper, this made me uber happy. I have social pictures to upload from the last couple of weeks, I'll do that either tonight after homeworkage, or tomorrow.
Just wanted to say hi, is all?

Dawning Sunsets.

You know when everything's going alright, everythings planned, you've got what you wanted but it's not quite fulfilling? And then some one beautiful walks into your life, and whispers "you're lovely" into your ear. I know that he'll probably walk straight out again, leave me heartbroken and mess up my life, but surely it's worth it, just to fill up that gaping hole. But it'll only be bigger once he's gone.

Wait-For Destiny Won't Do.

I have to admit, my hair is pretty cool. It's tummy-button lenth when straightened, but is at the moment strange proffessor Trelawney inspred frizzy waves in a terracotta colour. I'm one of those tiny grls with bigger hair than mass. And probably sense. But TODAY, I was minding my own business (well, I was with Ronnie, so I was minding her business too?) when thiss man's like coming after me like heeey, I'm from Face. And I'm like okay? And he want's to make me a hair model. A hair model, WTF? :')
But any way, they cut my hair interestingly once a month, snap a picture and put it in the magazines they put on the table at Toni & Guy. OH. To get paid to have good hair...


Well. Seeing as I'm under 18 and I wasn't with a guardian, my hair modelling dream is over.
Oh well, I still have my monsters.

I Wish I Could Say I Loved You Still.

I need to get this out.
So times are changing and I can tell 'cos me and my friends are being torn apart. So me and three of the girls in my group have gotten so close over the holiday, and while we've been in Molly's basement building a fort and watching Hey Arnold! the movie, another girl in my group has completely detatched and leeched on to this bitchy girl group who all hate our group, apart from her, I guess. And while that's been happening, I don't even know what the other two have been doiing since the end of the holiday, but we all were reunited at a party on saturday, well apart from the girl who separated herself who's gotten herself into trouble with her new group and is grounded, but me, Molly, Star and Kate are like HEY to our otheer two friends, and the Artie's like HEY I'm Japanese. But Ronnie's all moody and shiet, and then after everyone's gone, she texts Arts like I really like you and want to be more than friends.
And I really don't know what's going on anymore?




Oh well.

Tutting My Heel & Strutting My Feet.

I have fucked my feet up. Like so bad. If you have one of those unbelievably hyper skinny friends that can jump here, there and everywhere, don't jump off walls with them, 'cos I can't walk now. And then he makes me run 'cos he took weed from a stranger who stood next to us waiting to rape us? No thanks.
It's my birthday on Saturday, and I'm hoping for a Diana Mini and some money. I ought to get more money this year from my Dad, 'cos he usually mentions birthdays at least a week in advance, so he's probably forgotten, hence MORE MONEY FOR HIS DARLING YOUNGEST CHILD. Ahh, tight but guilty rich man.
I've spent my day on skype to Farquh, listening to Emily's Heart on repeat and not craving any type of ciggarette I gave up for lent.

New hair, I want more layers.
So on Friday we're all going to the woods and throwing some glitter and cake around for my birthday.
Can't wait, birthdays are so special. But this girl I used to be quite close to is having a mahoosive house party on my actual birthday, not in a bitchy way, just a coincidence, but it's still a shame.
Sorry for the drone guys, I have nothing poetic to say, I haven't even had a kiss this year, and there's no one out there I'm liking.
Next time, next time.

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!

Old Light.

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

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.

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.