Life updates

I am getting terrible at blogging. I am never in the mood to write anymore, but this is most probably due to reading Wuthering Heights every night. THAT BOOK IS DULL. Actually shoot that fucking bitch for me please.


Life is good. Even though I probably spend more time eating than I do going out.
Poverty has also hit me yet again. Spending money on squares of cheese to throw at people doesn't help me when I want to buy this:

Managed to buy the boyfriend a Birthday present which I am very very proud of. It is rather irritating when you ask a person what they want and they say something along the lines of "you" or "something nice". Its sweet but rather unhelpful. I HAVE IT THOUGH AND THATS ALL THAT MATTERS. All I need now is a large fancy box to put it all in. :D

I think I should take up knitting, I really do.

Goodbye blonde.

Hello Brunette.






I look like such a goffik.

Ella Tramunto.

DONT LIKE

Sophie Smith's Dog. lul. Joshuaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

mm shebaba.

Seb. Rawwwwly

hahahahahhaha Amy Black.

Will Lafferty

SHANE LOOK UR IN MY BLOG NOW///////////////

Rawly me. xdsjkbdh

I SWEAR DOWN THEY HAD HAIR. errrrrrrrrrrrrr aardvark. One of the first in the dictionary.

Jessie. Still needs some ginger. AH

Mine&Will's pet. He has it on Mondays and me on tuesdays-OMG I LOVE LOLA.

wasaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaabi

This one makes me feel physically sick to look at I'm not even joking.
I WOULD CRY IF I SAW THAT WHEN I WAS SWIMMING.

Took a bit too much advantage of the free bar last night

Urgh.

If it wasn't for beans on toast I think I'd die. Managed to get a skirt for £5 though. WIN.

Ohh pain

Got smacked in the nose today by Nick and it killed for ages. Then as soon as I got home I realised my nose had been bleeding. Nice one.
I don't think I've had a nosebleed in aaaages. I properly want a real one that just comes up randomly and doesn't include being smacked in the face.

Boyfriend had to go to hospital yesterday cos of his foot. I should have gone over to his house in a nurses PVC outfit really, but OMG DA CHUBBZ.

For the past few weeks I have been eating solidly. I'm sure if this continues I will die of cardiac arrest or something. My usual day consists of eating a whole packet of caramel chocolate digestives with Eliza.

N E WAIZ. Waiting for Seb to come so we can go to the H&M thing. He's going to take photos to try and sell off to Vogue.

Yeahhhh.

KBai. I'm so bored. I should be doing art but I did about 3 hours today and I can't take it anymoreeeeeeeeee.

An actual schmoke und a pancake.

Went to Belgium for the weekend. Drank loads of beer and ate loads of chocolate.
Standard.

Comme Des Garcons launch at H&M tomorrow, and was MEANT TO GO TO AN AGENT PROVOCATEUR PARTY but not anymore. Fail Ella, fail. So am instead having da bf round and ting.

Can I be anymore white?

Facinating.

Spent the entire day at school drawing a naked man.
He was heavily bearded and his body was enveloped in a thick rug of hair. (Minus his bumcheeks and back.)

AND THE BIGGEST SCROTUM I HAVE EVER SEEN.
Like somebody had injected it with liquid or something. Shame that the same couldn't be said about his penis.
The disturbing image of his balls is still floating around in my head, and on top of that I have "Jimmy Crack Corn" in my head.



Oh yeah, going to Belgium this weekend. I WEEL MEEZ MA JAHMEZ VAIR VAIR MUCH
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Oh dear lord

Over the past 3 days I have completed over 41 pages of art in my A3 sketchpad.
I have to practically finish an entire project by tomorrow afternoon.
I've been up since 8.30 and have had 3 hours worth of breaks and I feel like I am going to die.

Had to boy off the boyfriend for art making me feel terrible, and had to say no to going to the Westfields center with Jess, Talie and Seb. On top of that I have 3 essays, two of which I don't know what they are after losing my planner down a drain.

Well, this was a 10 minute relief. Back to art.
WHY DID I TAKE IT
WHYYYYYYYYYYYY
WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY.
I have not left the house for 3 days. Watch how my social interaction skills with people other than my family die, leaving me friendless and alone.
If James didn't call me every night for hours I think I would have clawed my eyes out by now.
I miss him.
KBAI.