Monday 29 December 2008

Ho Ho Ho

Christmas was good. Spent the money I got on a new IPod 80gb, as my mini can't even hold a quarter of the music on my ITunes. My IPod mini also died on boxing day for no arrarent reason:This aggravated me as I've been trying to sell it off to my brother who refuses to buy it on the basis that it's pink and has "Yaz" written on the back. Fussy boy.

But I managed to fix it again by throwing it really hard on the floor.
Goodtimes.


Boxing day sales were pretty shit. Clothing prices were nowhere near as good as last year and the sale stock in most shops was abismal, resulting in me spending most of my money on non-sale items. Saw Jamilla in H&M (Should have jumped in the que with her as I ended up waiting for 40 minutes just to buy two huge studded waist belts.)
Then I went to the new H&M on Regents street which was EMPTY compared to the other two on oxford circus and oxford street and spent a small fortune on clothing there.

ANOTHER THING.
I HATE BABIES.
They are generally selfish-They crap everywhere, eat all your food and cry. I wouldn't say this is the main reason I have dislike for them, its more because of Mothers expecting all people to instantly love their child, and feel it is nessessary to take them clothes shopping when they can't even walk yet. I just generally hate seeing children in places where they shouldn't be, like shops and resturaunts etc. Babies are usually pretty ugly and look like the Michelin Man. For me it's difficult to love babies unless they're direct family or my own (Which won't be happening for the forseeable future most hopefully unless something goes horribly wrong and I will most probably go and kill myself rather than face the traumatising consequences of having a baby. Or abortion, whatevs.)

Have to do loads more art, like 15 pages before the 5th. Plus some SUPA LONG ESSAYZ.
Wooooooooooooooooooooo.
Saw James yesterday for the first time in like a week as well which was good <3 big luv
See you at Nuke new years eve.
Til next year! BAII

Sunday 21 December 2008

Ho ho ho.

I look like a right penis tonight.
Basically the theme of the party is that you have to dress as something that begins with the first letter of your name.
I AM SOOO LIMITED! I have:
Yoda
Yak
Yeti
Yacht
Yellow
Yam
Yo-yo

I was going to go as a yam but realised I own no yellow clothes, plus I am far too lazy to go and buy a yam from down the road to war round my neck. Plus all other outfits I didn't have the right things for, or I would just look like such a nob I would deserve to get shot.
OH SHIT I REALISED I COULD JUST GO AS KAREN O FROM THE YEAH YEAH YEAHS.
Oh well too bad, I'm going as "Yuletide"

Therefore I have ludicrous amounts of glitter on my face and am wearing red tights with tinsel.
I feel a bit like an idiot. Lorna's going as Lady Luck and some other girl is dressing like a goat and apparently looks fit in a furry tube dress.
MY NAME FAILS.
Stupid arabic name. Pshhhhhhhhhht.
I was actually meant to be called Pieter. My fammo don't love me.

Friday 19 December 2008

Die.


White people with dreadlocks look stupid. It just looks like you want to be those monster things from Star Wars. They also make everyone assume you live in a box.
Ripped jeans. Only IDIOTS would buy pre-ripped jeans. What person would pay more to have their jeans ripped for them whilst all you need is a pair of scissors. Skinny jeans with rips and tears in them look decent, however when bootcut gets involves it looks as though theres been a fight between Atomic Kitten and B*Witched.
Fake Marc Jabobs stam bags. They look cheap, tacky and everyone know you can pick them up for £10 from those crappy Oxford street handbag stalls. About 27389127812% of the British population has them so you're not fooling anyone that it's real-To be honest, it's not even worth owning the real ones, as you'll be about £400 down and it's not that much better. Plus "it" bags are out, I gladly open the "it" scarves with welcome arms.

WHY IN THE NAME OF GOD WOULD ANYBODY EVER BUT THESE THINGS??? Full-sized Ugg boots make me dry-heave already but these things make me just kill my faith in humanity. They look like they've been made by a blind child with too much spare time. Yes, they may be comfy but is it really worth forking out £100 just to make you look like a slightly deformed hobbit? No.
I'm hoping they'll die out forever like I think they will at the end of every winter. Personally I blame Primark and sloanes for these things being reproduced from people's cupboards every winter.

Wednesday 10 December 2008

Taking my morbidity a bit too far


I have decided for art that I want to recreate "Figure With Meat" by Francis Bacon. After going to his exhibition at the Tate I was inspired by all his work and I CAN FINALLY UNDERSTAND ART. I actually appreciate it, unlike a few weeks ago where I would look at a painting and rip my face off so at least I'd have something more interesting to do.
So in the next few weeks I'll be dragging my boyfriend off to a butchers with me to take photos of carcasses. The great thing is that I can use the excuse of being an art student as a way of making that butcher man think I'm less weird.

Thursday 4 December 2008

I don't care if people say they're fashion.

It still looks like someone's taken a dump in their trousers.

At the moment

My only friend is Jeremy Kyle and dubstep. I've been ill today and sat at home watching women called Brenda talking about their husbands impregnating their sisters and so forth whilst hovering over a bowl trying not to be sick. I also rediscovered I have love for dubstep-Have no idea how that came about.

Managed to get £150 in a day. THIS IS A FIRST. Going to pop over to H&M tomorrow most likely to buy the fur coat I have wanted for agesssss. This is also a problem for me as I want to see if I can pick one up at that angles vintage sale thingy.
Poor James didn't know about the sale until last night so I am actually making him wake up with me at 7 to go-even though I doubt he's into vintage shopping being a rugby player and all that.
:/


Nothing of particular interest is going on at the moment except for my lungs slowly collapsing in on themselves and my mum being in hospital being operated on to have her gall bladder removed. Is it wrong that I want her to keep it for me in a jar or something for me to look at? I personally think thats a totally normal thing to want really.

OMG I ACTUALLY HAVE THE WORST BLOG BLOCK EVER.
I ccannot think of anything fascinating to write.
I should just go off and die.