OH MY GOD listen to this:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wtpU2GA3mzo

there are some awesome remixes of this. I knew it would be a great remix song from the original. Swear to god I should DJ.

Thump up the volume, sit back with your eyes shut and enjoy the pain of bass thumping through you. Literally, is there anything better than feeling like you're damaging yourself with pleasure?

THIS ONE IS EVEN BETTER:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PEbY0qJycKQ&feature=endscreen&NR=1

I feel pretty good about myself lately, I'm buying some mega amazing heels, which I'm not posting the link for because other people will steal them and I love them. But, I have decided I am like the coolest person in the world. Even if no one agrees with me, I'm happy. I've spent a lot of time with Ollie lately, and he makes me feel a lot more rooted. It's like he's my cousin or something. Driving in his car with these songs going:

http://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PL14BFD9B74A9EC157&feature=mh_lolz

I can't feel happier. I know he's shit at driving, but I feel incredibly safe around him. It's good to have someone who reminds you of who you are when you can't remember yourself, cheesey as it sounds. I'm very grateful he's there for me.

After being teased today for the millionth time about me dressing like a 'lesbian' it got me thinking about how I dress. I suppose I'd never really stopped and thought about whether I like what I'm wearing, and now I have, I don't know! I think I dress too aggressively, and I need more nice colours. I'd love to be the type to pull off jeans and a cardigan, but I don't know if I can. This is the kind of dress sense I LOVE:

http://mojomade.blogspot.co.uk/

She's so cool. But I really don't know. I think I need to think about this. OKAY tomorrow I'm going to come into school wearing something really different and see how people react.

Firstly, my gorgeous friend Izzy is running the race for life this year, her mum has cancer, so it's a subject very close to her heart. She's an absolutely amazing girl and she deserves LOTS of sponsors, so instead of reading this and thinking 'yeah okay whatever' why not drag your parents to the computer and tell them that if they sponsor Izzy, I am willing to run naked around Salisbury smothered in plum jam singing Jerusalem. (I may have stolen that from somewhere). SO DO IT PLEASE AND HELP.

https://www.raceforlifesponsorme.org/isobelhumbey

I've had a pretty dull day, despite being properly yelled at by a customer. I was very calm, you'd be so proud. And then I came home and rang James and caught up with him, but apart from re-dying my hair and watching In Search of a Midnight Kiss, (which I've now seen 3 times and it's the most beautiful film ever), I've done naff all.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=50r7VKl1pN8

Watch this film. It's better than it looks.

I've finished art!! Finally. When you're sticking photos of yourself looking sad on an umbrella, you know it's time to stop. And what did I do for my last project? I made a big shoe, and put little shoes in it. I mean seriously, what the hell was I doing!?

Anyway, the exam was hilarious. I knocked off the rollers sticking off the cupboard like 7 times. Miss Evans was almost sobbing with laughter the last time. I had to squirt out all the handcream so I could use the empty bottle to stick on my canvas (don't ask) and there was more than I expected to come out... So I was walking around with cream literally covering my hand going 'do you want some hand cream?' it was so funny. Little did they know I was making their hands greasy so they wouldn't be able to do art for a few minutes and I could... heehheheheehe. That isn't true, I'm not that smart.

Then Miss Evans told me to put it on a paper-towel and I did, but it got knocked off the table. Face down. I almost cried. Do you know how expensive that stuff is?! At one point, I was stood by the door doing some work on the counter, and Rosa walked past me to get out the room, and kissed me on the shoulder, but I had thought it was Miss Evans. Freaked out for a second.

Aha, and then also I was eating and Miss Evans was shaking her head at me and this happened:
Me: Do you want a crisp?
Miss E: No thank you.
Me: Doughnut?
Miss E: No.
Me: Pasty?
Miss E: No!
Me: Chocolate muffin?
Miss E: No Poppy.
Me: Lemon cake?
Miss E: No.
Me: Hug?!
Miss E: Poppy!!
Everyone laughed a lot. I'm queen of the wit.

Got home, and was sick. I think it was a build up of stress from this whole year. So I had a little nap and dad took me out on his new motorbike, which was so weird! The handles are normally much higher, so my arms were straight by my side. And the seat was arched more, so it was more comfortable. But also, the pannier is waaay further behind me, so it feels like it's not there- scary!! Nothing to lean on, sometimes got frightening. I was driving along with him down the dual carriageway, with me belting out Titanium at the top of my lungs. I loved it.

This was my first trip out on his Yamaha a few years back, I was crying on the way I was so scared. But look how cool I am!

IT'S NEARLY OVER. Tomorrow is art, and then that's it. One AS level done. And I can hand on heart say it is the most stressful AS of all of them, guaranteed. It's literally been blood sweat and tears. (Not my blood though, because Miss Evans never let me use a craft knife/lino cutters. And she had to supervise if I was using scissors). Anyhow, it's good to know I've made the right decision.

I'll still be up all night tonight finishing the damn thing, but hey. It's kind of depressing, how you can do a whole art unit overnight about 3 days running, but you can't do it in any proper organised routine. I envy Rosa. Who, by the way, dropped her board down the back of the lockers today, which she was using to back her main piece, and the lockers are bolted to the wall, so she has to buy another one. It was pretty funny to be honest. I love her architectural work, might bully her into sending me some photos so I can put them on here. It's beautiful.

Anyway. Lots to do, tata.

Standing today in Macdonalds watching Ollie and James try and recap last saturday has to be one of the funniest moments this year so far. Then we bumped into the guy who put his ass in James' face at the party and he explained it more to James, it was so funny.

And I've discovered that I was wrong about the whole switch flick thing. You can't do it. It takes practise, but I'm getting there. I'm at this really great point, I get it every year, where I realise I'm really interested in what I'm studying. It's so exciting!

Oh yeah, turns out yesterday the creepy phone calls were Reuben, I listened to them this morning, and in the second answerphone message he was like 'Oh for god's sake I'm not going to rape you!' Hahahaah so funny. Anyway, I was greatly relieved to know no one was breathing at me. Always cheers me up.

Okay, calmed down now! Nothing like an episode of posh twats to calm you down- weekly dosage of 'Made In Chelsea' always helps. And hello to a very beautiful german girlie!! And I think, that this needs to be less personal, you've made me think about it!

I feel sort of ashamed at the minute of our year groups. Think about it, the past couple of days people have been really bitchy to other people on public sites and it's just sort of upsetting. It's getting to me and I've not been targeted! And then there's friendship groups falling apart and no one is revising or working hard enough. It's just quite sad. I feel guilty. 

Okay, interesting, just had a phone call from a home number... at 10 past 12 at night. No way I'm fucking answering that. Like I need to hear heavy breathing down the phone when I'm in bed petrified. Oh god there's an answerphone... I'll listen to it in the morning. Too scared. Nanight!

I'm going to have to delay this blogpost, just tried to write one and waaay too much detail was coming out, so I need to control myself until later so I don't write anything awful on here. I'm angry and stressed enough too.

Had quite a frustrating day today, the rain drove everyone away so work was loooong. Then I couldn't meet up with anyone because I had so much work to do- and I've lost two of my canvases. Fuckety fuck fuck. And to top that, internet's been playing up and turning itself on and off, at critical moments, how does technology always know to do that? So annoying.

But anyway, I need to keep calm and religiously do art this week. I just realised though that my other subjects also require work, and I want to die. To be honest, I'm so stressed I'm at train point again. (Leaping on a train and getting away, I'm enjoying my new lingo). It's just really horrible to feel out of control of something. And it's stupid, because I do this with every art unit, and it's fine, but it's so annoying.

I also feel like I'm coming down with something, I think I have an ulsa right at the back of my throat, which kills. So I keep coughing and sneezing. Attractive.

But my weekend was actually amazing, Friday night I had the best night, despite Reuben not being able to come. The music was much better than I expected, and I spent all night laughing and dancing. Only down side was when Emma kept trying to kill me by tying my dress round my neck. But I was very happy. Stumbled back to sleep, and had a really lovely double bed to share with Jessie, we were very lucky. Although having said that, I woke up with fake tan pressed into me.

Just been listening to skrillex, this video is fucking scary:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2cXDgFwE13g

Saturday night I had a really long phone conversation with someone, it's always nice to clear the air and sort some stuff out. I felt much better afterwards. And I'm really excited about stuff now. I've realised being bad isn't good. I should've known that before, concept wise, but I know now I need to stop all that pretentious shit. Because actually, I like the old Poppy, and even if no one else did, I don't care. Because it made me happy.

I've learnt a lot this year so far, mostly about myself. My friend said to me recently, that I used to be happy last year, I wasn't popular but I was a lot happier than I am now, (not that she was saying I'm popular now, but I've got more friends than before), and I thought about it for a bit, I was unhappy. Bu the thing was, that I didn't ever toss around my unhappiness like I seem to do when the least thing goes wrong nowadays. So, I'm going to prove something to myself, that I've wanted to for years. That you can changed like a switch flickering. Tomorrow's task is to think before I say absolutely anything. It's a self monitoring process till I can get it right.

And- think I might have casting sorted!! In an ideal world it would be me, Jessie, Kelly, Robin, Jess and George. I so want to get started now.

To make up for the fact I haven't blogged in ages, here's a video of me dancing:

This is a note for my lovely friends, because I've been a complete twat lately. For some reason, I seem to have become maybe a little odd with people, a bit stroppy and bitchy, I have no idea what's going on with me. Today, I just randomly had a go at Izzy and Evie for no real reason, I didn't think through what was coming out of my mouth. Of course, I've apologised to Evie face to face, but I want to apologise to anyone I'm off with. I don't understand what's going on, it's like I'm slipping back into the old me.

SO I'm turning it around. I've made a list of things that I need to do to stop me being so stressed, which I think could be a major cause:
1. Not stay up till 3 every night doing essays.
2. Finding a moisturiser to sort out my face (I wonder where I'll get that from...)
3. Book open days
4. Tidy my room like a vicious motherfucker.
5. Find the canvases I lost! SHITE!
6. Borrow money from rents to pay for larmer tree, then pay them back, but find someone to pay for our tickets who's over 18 aaaaaaah.

Then I made a list of things I need to do to stop being horrible:
1. Stop being horrible.

That's pretty much it. And now I'm snuggled in bed listening to Em's iPod she leant me, I made a playlist specially for me. I want an iPod touch, they're so much easier!!! But it's missing a severe dose of skrillex.

Went to see my brother's show tonight, it was so funny. His interactions with 'Scooter' this stupid character who basically ruined everything. And then he dragged this gorgeous girl on stage and spoon fed her pasta. It was hilarious. The leggings were a little tight... but it was a jolly good laugh. Although if one more person asks me what I want to do when I leave school, I'm going to say 'This' pick up a gun and shoot myself. Ha... what an exit. I won't though, don't worry.

Drove home through Chelsea, which is BEAUTIFUL and I want to move there with Jessie. We'll be the new Binky and Cheska, but hotter and less annoying.

Had quite an odd day, it's been very disjointed. For a start, shingles expected us to write a bloody essay with a keyboard all over our desk, then I had to try and write about two irish guys while George played 'In the Jungle' really quietly on keyboard next to me, of course shingles didn't notice. Then all the girls left before she'd finished talking and I was left confused running to meet them. Very odd.

Got back for choir, ate an awesome sandwich (but more mayonnaise was needed). Really dull stuff. Had some old year 13s tell us what we already know... went to general studies. Not sure why, bit crap. I volunteered to say something and it went badly: 'Yeah so um... over the last 40 years or so, communication has really improved so... travel ways have been done better because of the um... communication... do you have anything to add Georgina?'
'Ur... well facebook and stuff.'

So anyway, my big toe really hurts and I've been really worried it's ingrowing, but I don't know why I'd think that. I don't know the symptoms, and I stubbed it earlier (hence the pain) so it's probably naff all. And I'm so cold right now, but can't be bothered to sort it. God this is dull.

Okay, things I've mused about lately, someone's been talking to me a bit about the Odyssey, which by the way is actually amazing and I love it, and I've been wondering about Odysseus. He's a bit crap. Now, I don't know whether it's something about me that means I have to find fault with things that aren't meant to be perfect, (literature wise purely), or whether I don't like this idea that even HEROES aren't perfect. I want them to be. I know Homer was trying to keep Odysseus human(ish) but HE'S NOT A HERO. Okay, for a start, he was 'stuck' with this, completely sexy goddess for a year (oh no- Ithaca longing!) and he was like 'Oh ya know what, why don't we stay here, and actually, it would be kinda rude if I didn't shag the mildly attractive woman wouldn't it?' YOU'RE MARRIED. DICK.

And Penelope! SHE'S A BIT WEIRD. I reckon she would've hated Odysseus, because you know, young girl, about 15, had sex with her husband (probably didn't want to, he was older) then he pisses off and she has to have this son, who's completely useless, and then goes all weird and plays around with these men, but we're meant to believe she HAS to lead the suitors on? And if Homer thinks he can convince me there wasn't at least ONE cheeky shag in the 20 years her husband was gone with another man, pahahahaahahaha. That is all for tonight. Here is a photo of Jamie Laing:

mmmm.... I wonder if they sell him at his candy stores. He's certainly eye candy. (WAHEEEY PUN!)

I'm getting sadly excited by the stuff I've been studying at school, especially drama. Now and then it just crops up and reminds me that it's what I want to do. And I forgot to properly talk about the play!

So, went to see the Birthday Party on Saturday night, and I really enjoyed it. It was the first Pinter I'd experienced and I loved his writing style. The opening scene with Ella and Robin as the old couple was hilarious, Robin played 'Petey' in a very understated way, and I love that he was essentially wearing his own clothes to play and old man, very reassuring! But he played down well. I liked they way the two had an air of putting up with one another, the connection was good. And Ella was very good. She was so full of energy, it just made it impossible to look away from her!

Then James, as per usual fascinated me. He had all the same mannerisms and gestures as I've seen him do in the past, but he was totally different again. I think he's wonderful at altering his acting to different characters, very subtly done, wonderful. It's a real art and he has no idea that he's doing it.

I liked the way they explored the piece, the lighting was really effective. I didn't like the rape, it scared me a little bit, but then I was sat at the front of the stage and it was right in front of me, torch on James' face while he laughed away. Creepy. I was also really surprised it wasn't in the original script, I'd love to see another version of it. It just confused me a little wondering whether it was the men's appearance making Stanley unpleasant, or whether he was unpleasant all along, I didn't quite get it.

One problem I have with Pinter, is that I didn't like the way he doesn't tie in the endings a little. I was left confused about what was going on, and (because I was a Pinter virgin), thought it was just the production that made the ending unclear, till my brother explained it to me, that he doesn't ever finish his plays with the strings tied in. I think I like to know the endings to things, and not to interpret too much. It just meant the rest of the play is harder to interpret.

But all in all, I thought it was really entertaining, and I've still been thinking about it these past three days, so clearly it's done its job. And with the gorgeous Catherine Simpson handing out pre ordered tickets who wouldn't have a good evening?

Got Ollie coming round tonight so I can cut his hair and then he's taking us to choir. EXCITING.

Georgina just sent me this, saying it was like me:
http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lmr9jiOTAu1qzado8o1_500.gif

Frankly I prefer listening to Goergina singing this:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N8zslGAqy5k

I'VE FINISHED THE PLAY. So excited.

Here's what I've decided, I think I'm not going to have a separate director, I'd like it to be a collaborative directed piece. I have a few ideas of ideally how I'd like bits of it to go, so that's what I'm going to set out and let everyone work in. And I'm now not so sure about auditions. We'll see. But It's going to be good. It's a good script. (Though I say it myself). Annnnd I'm calling the 'theatre company' Selfish Individuals Theatre Company, I kinda like that. Plus it fits in with the play, they're all basically wanting attention.

SO I've got 2 characters left to cast, so I'm having a think. Might ask for a meeting with the people I've picked so far... we'll see.

RANT RANT RANT.

SO I've been a complete tit and got the exam day for my art wrong, so I actually have 2 weeks left. I am an idiot. So, my plan is, to do my emoey 'rainy day' umbrella for monday (when you're impersonating Tracey Emin, something's gone wrong). And then see how it goes.

WHAT ELSE. You know what I hate? Rude people. Okay, so we all hate to be approached by sales assistants pushing for your cash, but actually, it takes a hell of a lot of guts to do it, and they're only trying to help. At the end of the day, whether you buy something or not, I'm still going to get paid, so why would I bother unless I actually care?

It's interesting being on the other end of the selling thing to see how it feels. It's like when Joz said working for a call centre made him totally re-evaluate the way he treated people on the other end of the phone. But to be honest, I expect the people out in India or where ever calling us have some hilarious stories to tell, and actually I expect it becomes pretty funny to them.

I'm rambling. I actually feel quite happy today, so I don't think I can rant properly. Sorry to disappoint.

You know what is weird, I've gone through my life not being able to write a single sane card to someone. Whether it's a birthday or Christmas, none of this to... from crap. Everyone had a different private joke or joke. I cannot just say what needs to be said. I try to sound clever, or stupid and sound like a retard.

And honestly, you should've heard the answerphone message I left on Ollie's phone today. I sounded drunk. I once said hello to Isobel's 'house' on her answerphone. And all her family laughed at me. It's something I can't do, probably because of my mother's fantastic genes. She's always leaving me weird answerphones. I had 2 from her recently, the first one:

'Hello darling, I didn't realise the Salisbury sausage shop had opened! Why don't you tell me these things? Anyway, I was just wondering what you wanted for supper, because I need to buy it from M and S now ish. And-'

Second......new message.


Received today, at... 12.....41.....pm.

'My FUCKING phone. Also, I just saw James with some chips and I hate him because I really want some chips now. Okay, bye love youuuuu'

ahahahaahhaaha.... yeah.

I'm very flattered that people are up at 2 in the morning to check my blog, but whoever you people are, please get some sleep. You'll need the energy to read my rant tomorrow. Goodnight

I've been very lazy with this, oopsie. So past few days I've been at training from 10 till 5:30, which has been loooong. It was in Bristol as well, so I left everyday at 8 and got back at half 7. Eurgh. Anyway, I actually really liked learning about the stuff and things. (You can see it's clearly all gone in). My memory is awful. A few funny incidents on the days, on the train back I misheard something Caroline said, she said something like 'I bet he's been arrested for knicking something from a child.' I heard 'I bet he's been arrested for licking some child.' We laughed for too long.

And what the hell, as I sit here it's just plummeted with rain, when it was sunny. WHAT. Just bought Kelly a good luck card from the petrol station, he better be grateful.

I was thinking the other day, about how this is called 'Poppy's Teenage Musings.' Now, I don't know if it's just me, but I don't really muse things on here at all. It should be called 'Poppy Telling You Random Shit About What She's Been Up To' But then I thought, it's sort of like irony that it's called my musings, because I never muse. Make sense? Although, I wonder whether I've defeated the irony of that because I'm publishing this... musical thought. (Like my pun on the word 'musical' there? Because it's a word about musing, but it's actually 'musical' like my parents? Or something? Yeah?).

*sigh*

Anyway, I think the point is I should avoid talking about things I don't understand.

Here's a picture which explains why I have to give up art:

This is meant to summarise 'a night out' PAHAHAHA. Cork top, earphones (the small ones that came with my earphones that were too small for me), a hair slide (which is too wide to work anymore) a bunch of bracelets (which mum made for me years ago and I haven't worn since I was about 9), and a two pence piece (because I hate coppers). (As in, the coins not the police people. I really like them. Please don't arrest me for that comment).

(Especially Jessie's parents, because they're coppers.)

(But not the ones like the coins)

(Goodbye).

Actually not goodbye, I just mused something else. I was searching for this skrillex song I love, and found this pile of shit:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eOofWzI3flA

And it got me thinking, wouldn't it be funny if really hard core groups that make club music actually had voices which sounded like they were chipmunks, because that's the only time you hear them singing, with a stupidly high edited voice.

Goodbye.

will blog properly tomorrow, so tired.

I love this song so much, but it's kind of painful to listen to, just because of his voice. It's like he really feels it, and I reckon being in love with someone is really painful, which you understand listening to this. It's a happy song about love, but it almost sounds like a sad song when you ignore the lyrics.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FmnDXRJ7btE

Joz got really annoyed at me earlier because his website gets less views than this blog, and his website is full of stuff he's worked really hard on. So here's a link to his website, it's got some very funny videos on and news about what Joz has been up to, if you're interested:

http://www.joznorris.webs.com/

He's so cool.

Anyhow, his show got cancelled last night, I was so sad. But we did have a lovely day out in Laaandon. Got the train up with this woman who's totally had a face lift and was very odd. And I want Jessie to send me ALL of her music because I love it. So we got the train up and then tubed up to camden, which was a massive let down. It's gone from being really individual and cool to somewhere with only two stalls over and over again, either you have the same t shirts over and over or really expensive phone cases and snap backs and anything else with a british flag on. This guy tried to sell me a blackberry case for £8!! I was stood in front of him like 'really??' so we strutted off in a disapproving manner. That'll show him.

Then after practising lying in macdonalds and being eyed up by a very odd chav with a lack of sense about personal space, we tubed back down to leister square, walked around for a bit and I bought mum some pink dip dye because she's decided it's her 'thing' and that can be her next colour when the blue fades. Jessie bought a lilac colour which is really nice. We ended up in China town looking for veggie jelly for ages, and didn't find any, got lost and quickly left, unsure of why we'd been there.

We went down to oxford street, where we got lost in topshop, got bored and then left the shops on our way to try and find abercrombie. Jessie's directions were the wrong way round, which resulted in us being ambushed by a monk, (seems to be common for me), who asked what we were interested in. Georgina said geography, and he said 'Ahhh, you love mother earth' and she laughed in his face. Then Jessie got really annoyed with him, and it ended up with me spending £2 on another bloody buddhist book to get him away from us.

Defeated by walking, we went into starbucks and got a drink, calmed down for a bit, then went to abercrombie. WHERE THIS HAPPENED:

Yay!! It was so funny, we went to have the photo done, and Jessie said 'Sorry I've got cold hands' and she put her hand round him and he went 'Oh jesus christ' it was so funny. We had 3 photos taken, walked around the shop, and came out empty handed stinking of their perfume. Not complaining. Not everyday you get to stand next to topless man with a six pack.

Finally got the tube to my family friends house, where we gazed lovingly at a photo of their very hot son, and then mum and dad arrived and dropped the bombshell about Joz's show being cancelled because of a power cut. We were so upset. We met the boys for supper, then left for home, falling asleep on each other in the car. Stopped to buy Georgina some preparation chocolate for midnight, and then got home:

Watched Titanic for the first time today, and I have never cried so much. I was laughing because about 3 tears were coming out at once, and Georgina and Jessie didn't know if I was faking, because I couldn't stop. It was horrible!

Had a MASSIVE eater egg:

Not eaten it all yet though.

This was one of the songs we listened to on the way home, and Jessie rested her head on my shoulder as we were falling asleep and I said: 'It hurts Jessie.' 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OR6AV9yJPoM&ob=av2e

I had a really funny flashback today. I was thinking back to the night Ollie came round and we all got really drunk, (with Billinge (shit mixes are a great idea)), and Ollie and I kept falling asleep on each other, and it got to the point where he said 'Poppy, what do your boobs look like?' and I got all excited and started scanning through google images trying to find a lookalike to show him. Didn't find one though, shame.

I pulled a very hot lesbian on chatroulette that night as well. And I was drunk so I just kept saying, 'you're so beautiful why are you on chatroulette!?' It was hilarious. *You had to be there*

Had a funny moment at work today, my mum was buying something from Caroline and she asked me to go upstairs and get some gift pouches and I started walking, then heard her say my name and went back, and she said to get some small bags and some rose wine as well, so I started walking back towards the staff door and she said 'Have you got a basket to carry everything?' and I had to whip around and walk back going 'Gettin' a basket' and my mum was just laughing at me. I then went upstairs, got everything and carried it really awkwardly and when I got downstairs Caroline pointed out that I wasn't actually using the basket in any practical way to help me. 

Just realised how boring that story is.

This IS hilarious, my computer has a face recognition thing on my photos. After you've tagged the same people a few times it recognises their face and asks you if it's the same person. Here are a couple of ones which popped up and made me piss myself laughing:

Off to Laaandon tomorrow with Georgina and Jessie to watch my brother's comedy show and stuff, should be gooood!! CAN'T WAIT TO FLAUNT MY NEW CLOTHES AND SHIT. Bye.

 Totally saw why my mum thought this was the same person...

Redying our hair tonight, washes out so easily! But Dan says if we keep doing it eventually our hair will stain blue. Did you know that there are no permanent colours for hair other than natural ones?

I'm selling a whole bunch of old clothes on ebay to get some money after I've been spending it all. It's kind of exciting. If anyone wants something beautiful like this:

Or this:

Which actually make a lovely outfit together, then let me know and I'm sure we can come to some kind of agreement...

Paha. I had such good taste as a child. I assure you, it all looks that tasteful as well. It's hilarious. Anyway. Had training at work today, and I had a really good time. It's weird to be interested in everything around me at the moment. Time to get my head down and do well. Saw a girl sat in Macdonalds after work wearing a combat shirt, but darker than mine and I sort of nodded at her and gave her the 'Nice outfit' look.

Listening to a song called Seizemic by Tom Vek right now. It's such a feel good song, but no one on youtube has uploaded it!! Sad.

Promise to upload pictures of mum's hair tonight, we're having to re-dye the bottom because you have to stain it if you want it to last, which kind of sucks. I am in love with it though. I feel so much cooler, which is hard to top when it comes to how cool I am. Aha..... yeah....

I MISS GEORGINA. I know I sort of failed at the paragraphs thing, but here's one for Georgina. I'd wanted to be friends with her since year 7, but I reckon wetting myself in front of her wasn't the best way to go about it... funny that. So then this year when we were in lots of lessons together I started sitting with her and because we've had this sort of mutual wanting to be friends for years, we get on so well, it's always been really easy to have a good laugh with her, and I've never found myself being grumpy around her. Stressed, yes, grumpy, no. Whether we're tracking blood up the corridors or hunting down chicken in Waitrose we always have fun. Although she does scare me sometimes, she told me to make her laugh and I couldn't do it. But on a more serious note, it didn't take long for her to become one of my closest friends, we stumble awkwardly through her lesbian crush on me and try to ignore it, but it's worth it. No one else can make me shit myself with giggles like her, and we're so similar. She's literally the craziest person in the world, quite happy to film herself for hours on end and then watch it back and laugh but I don't mind. Those videos always cheer me up when I'm sad. So yeah, I can only tell her how much she means to me when I'm drunk, which I apparently did at the social. I told her I worry she thinks I'm a lesbian, told her I think she's gorgeous and then said she was one of my closest friends. All those are true. She's gorgeous and funny and I'm so jealous of her!

Starting to feel a little bit lonely... couple of my friends are away skiing or soaking up the sunshine somewhere and I'm left in Salisbury with bucket loads of work to do. It's kinda frustrating, and though I'd never admit it to them, I do really miss them. Funny how just knowing someone isn't there can make you feel like a loner. Like the other day, I couldn't drunk call any of them, which was really depressing. And I texted Ollie about Made in Chelsea (will come to that later...) and then realised he's away, so I've wasted lots of money on texting him. I hope he's pleased.

MADE IN CHELSEA SERIES 3 OH MY GOD!!! Firstly, word on the street that Millie Mac is going out with Professor Green, and google images seems to agree with this- WHAT IS SHE DOING HE LOOKS LIKE A CORPSE!!! And Hugo's new girlfriend seems nice enough, but I agree with Spencer and she lacks something. I still want Jamie. Earlier, there was tis picture of him and Proudlock wearing suits and it had the caption 'Who's more stylish?' and people had commented with who they thought dressed better and stuff... so I thought- WIT OPPORTUNITY, (always a bad idea), and wrote underneath 'I know which one I'd rather have on my bedroom floor...' as a little sex joke, and there have been no likes or further comments. I want to die. And now, I can't even find the bloody link to undo it!!! Awkwuuuurd....

SO I went shopping today and bought an AMAZING combat jacket, I'm in love khsfkgrkjdgnjsdvn and a little skimpy thingie skirty blah blah:

Obviously the two don't work together, but I LOVE them. Dearly. Nighty night.

I dip dyed my hair with mum!! I need to sneakily get a photo of her hair too so I can upload one, but hers is hilarious. She keeps saying 'Do I look like a twat?' I think that was kind of the point though right? Now her and I both look like twats!

 Ignore the obvious falseness of this camera smile.

That's also a new top I just ordered, it's good, but I also tried ordering this corsetty thing from ASOS because Livvy Stannah had one that was lovely, they only had white ones left, and for some reason I thought that would be fine! I ordered it, it arrived, I had to take my bra off to get the bloody thing on and.... yep! I looked horrendous. Only for skinny minnie's I reckon, so I've sent it back. I could do with the money to be honest, completely running out.

Off to Bath today, so I'm praying I don't spend it all there. Also hoping to get shit loads of art done now, that's my priority for this holiday. And then London this weekend- stress city!!! I feel really good though, at the minute the adrenaline is sort of carrying me. I was really sad to miss going out the other night though, Sarah had an empty house so she had a few people for a BBQ, everyone got hammered and did crazy things, which I'm really sorry to have not seen. Although, I suppose getting headbutted in the face by a drunk year 10 while supervising a 'toga party' is a pretty good story too. I still have a  tiny bruise on my cheek.

It was pretty funny really, the alcohol got confiscated and I had to locate some because they all looked so sad, and let's face it, you do need alcohol at house parties, otherwise it's dull. We also had advice centres going on, me and Evie were having 'DMCs' with people and I managed to speed along the process of two people going out, bless them. It was pretty eventful for the short time I was there, but I said to Evie, I wish it were that easy to make everyone my age like me, these kids were calling me jesus and asking for magic water, so funny.

Aside from that stuff, nothing much going on at the moment. Listen to I Can't Stop by Flux Pavillon, it's oarsome.

Catch ya later.

http://popsydarlin.tumblr.com/

I've conformed, unfortunately. Oh well.

SORRY I'VE BEEN AWAY FOR SO LONG!! I tried blogging earlier, but it turned into this long boring rant and I didn't think you'd find that interesting.

This is a great song: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eimgRedLkkU&feature=autoplay&list=PL400D64E4CF92E0E4&lf=plpp_video&playnext=13

Last few days have been uneventful, but my plan for tonight is to have a MAHOOSIVE tidy up and clear out some shite and put it on ebay. I'm broke within the first few days of having my pay check, really bad sign. So I'm going to make money this way. Maybe I should make cake and sell it... it would actually be really easy to start up a business. Just start with £20 and work your way up. I might do that when my life fails. HAHAHA jokes I'm going to be amazing.

Been looking at uni courses and stuff lately, getting all excited. I have a list of aims for the end of this holiday, want to hear them? No? Well tough I'm putting them anyway:

1. Book larmer tree
2. Book any open days
3. Have the play finished completely
4. Plan out the play dates
5. Revise for english and c.c. (and drama of course)
6. Finish art project

SORTED.

I will complete them all soon. Very sad I'm not out with my friends tonight, think it's the night I've been saddest to miss in my teenage life so far.

Thinking of dip dying my hair like this for easter:

http://thebeautydepartment.com/2011/07/tipped-out/