BAYBEHHHHHH

I came downstairs this morning and thought my mother was pregnant.

It was actually her holding a vase under her jumper to stop it from getting damaged or something.
For a second I was shitting myself thinking that I was going to have another little sibling. I think I would actually leave the house if I had to have a little brother or sister. One is enough and I hate babies/toddlers anyways. Plus a the age difference would be gross.
Omg I am so happy it was just a vase.

I woke up too early and have nothing to do until 7.30. Going to a resturaunt for Annas Birthday. To wear heels or not to wear heels? I doubt I will as otherwise I will probably scare people, but I haven't actually worn these out yet.<3<3<3

Who remembers these...?

I want to personally strangle whoever came up with these, slash open their stomachs and make them wear their own entrails as a scarf. That would probably be a better look. This bag is everything I hate in a handbag-It is small, tacky and will probably be swinging off the shoulder of some 15-year old mother who has a penchant for Bacardi Breezers and going to Capital VIP.

I was just on a website and saw a photo of this monstrocity and felt the need to express my hatred.

Also, Tatu are doing the Marc Jacobs A/W 2008 Campaign. Is it weird to be exited about it?
Their CD was the first one I ever bought and the sad thing is that I still remember all the words. I was a really retarded child. I never even liked the Spice Girls like every one else.



Marc Jacobs do the leather/checked trends well. I bought a skirt from Primark which copied the Marc by Marc Jacobs dogtooth print and I had to totally customize it as it was such a bad fit. But the Marc Jacobs collection is amazing this season, however I still have to hand it to Givenchy and Vivienne Westwood. Chanel is terrible at the moment. I expected better from you Mr. Lagerfeld.

But scratcherrrrrrrrrrr

I am lazy and will bullet point the weekend:

• Saw Justice, Simian, Dizzee and Digitalism being stupendously good.
• Missed a lot of RATM which I will probably regret for a very very very long time.
• A "free hug" turned into a "free tongue down your throat".
  
• Collecting cups to buy food and cigarettes, then almost whoring out my body to an old man for a stack of cups he had. I feel ashamed, but a girls gotta eat!
• Bumped into practically everyone we knew, and still felt majorly confused each time.
• Lorna tripped over a guide rope and I don't think I have ever seen anyone fly so far.
• Talie got captured in a party and we had to help her party her way out or she would have been partied to death.
• Seb slept. A lot.
• Ramdomly talked to some people about MC Hammer and discovered one of them was going to my sixth form next year, and she had connections with people we knew. SPOOKY
• Hotboxing a tent with some people camping next to us and laughing a bit too much about AIDs and syphilis.
• The ginger man with the receding hairline O_o
• Being proposed to. Now my name is Yasmin Miller. Then 5 seconds later a weird blonde guy tried it on with me and Lorna. I AM A MARRIED WOMAN YOU KNOW.
• Seing 27 condom balloons, 12 hairy bumcracks, 2 Borat thong-swimsuits, and about 73283247824749832 Agyness Deyn hair cuts. LULZ IT$ ALL BOUT ALIZ D£LLAL NOW. U gaiz r l8.
• A disgusting lack of bollocks (not in the sense where one is so sex obsessed, they need a constant stream of penis loving) being replaced by butt scratcher which was slightly feeble in comparison.
• Losing my voice and having practically everyone telling me I sound like a retarded version of Elmo.
• Meeting some boys who were looking for weed, then later seeing them again and finding out they managed to buy £40 worth of weed, sell it for £50 and got to keep some.
• Seeing a rather lovely gay friend being a pedophile and getting off with a 12 year old girl. I'M STILL LAFFIN BOUT DAT.
• /10? /10?
• Norris. I think that is most possibly one of my favourite names ever.
• Stump fun. This includes discussions on stump-fucking and tucking my arm into my jumper then asking people to hi-5 me. I have never seen so many people scream in fear/look disgusted.
• Convincing this paraletic boy that I had a cockroach living in my arm.
  
• A certain person dancing ;]

I am tired of listing things now, but there was way more. I couldn't be bovvad to get photos developed today so I'll go tomorrow at some point.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY FOR TOMORROW ANNA.
MUCH LOVE 4 U.

Reading

Was too good. This one beat the past two years by far. I can;t be arsed to blog about it properly, so I'll write about it tomorrow at some point when I've had some sleep.
ALSO HI WILLIAM AND SHANE. I don't remember what was meant to be quoted, but at least you're in here.

I am too exited for my photos to be developed tomorrow too. Some of them will be soooo bad. On the train home we remembered all the photos we took last night.
O_o
Goddd

Results

Engliash Lang-A*
English Lit-A
GermanA*
Maths-C
Art-A*
Drama-A
Dutch-B
Manufacturing-DD
Religious Studies-C
Science-CC

Pretty happy with my results, but I wish I had gotten a B in science as I'm taking Biology and Chemistry next year, but as it was borderline B, I'm sure they'll be lenient about it.
Now I have to wait until 3:30 to enrol at Twyford, and then head over to Reading festival. Hope all of Lornas ticket stuff is sorted, as I'm going all nervy spaz. So I will be at Reading Quite late.
I am now going to watch some Malcolm In The Middle to calm me down. Plus I have over 3 hours to wait.

Boyed by the boyfriend.

Bastard.


(SKILLED ALLITERATION RIGHT THERE)

But I actually thought he was different from every other bloke. Guess I was wrong.
Oh god the cliché of that overused phrase is too bad, bit it aptly fits the situation, so I feel I have the right to use it.

Instead of listening to Hawthorne Heights and crying, feebly slashing my wrists with a pair of scissors, I will try and attempt being an adult, (Oh the irony) and take it in my stride. I shall also stop blogging about this as I sound like a douchebag.

SAY NO TO EMO.

O my actual daysssssssss

Scared scared scared scared scared scared scared scared scared scared scared scared scared scared scared scared scared scared scared scared scared scared scared scared scared scared scared scared scared scared scared scared scared scared scared scared scared scared scared scared scared scared scared scared scared scared scared scared scared scared scared scared scared scared scared scared scared scared scared scared scared scared scared scared scared scared scared scared scared scared scared scared scared scared scared scared scared scared scared scared scared scared scared scared scared scared scared scared scared scared scared scared scared scared scared scared scared scared scared scared scared scared scared scared scared scared scared scared scared scared
Not looking forward to this at all.












However I am looking forward to have proper human contact for the first time in weeks.

But my nervousness has made me start counting stairs like I used to.
:/