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.