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!