DIARY: Two

As per usual I don't really have anything important to say.

I really enjoyed writing the first diary entry though, it was quite soothing. So, I thought I'd just keep it up.

- I'm currently in the mood to watch some Joseph Gordon-Levitt but unfortunately one cannot find the blasted 500 Days Of Summer DVD. This always happens to me. It's constant.

Also, did you know that some DVD players come without a SCART lead? Maybe it's just piece of shit DVD players by Bush, but in order for me to watch a film, I must venture behind the TV and swap the lead from the Virgin Media box to the DVD player. Why must this occur? Why is Bush so cheap?

- Onwards and upwards; My birthday is coming up soon-ish! I'll be 21 on November 16.

Most people are really excited to turn 21, but I've been dreading it for months.

The prospect of getting another year older is terrifying. A sweet, sweet friend of mine told me that it all goes downhill from there, so that fills me with great joy and happiness!!!!!!! Yay, I just can't wait!!!!

- In other news, I have been attending a course this week, which is an achievement in itself.

Anyone who knows me, knows that formal education and I just aren't the best of friends. We are actually sworn enemies. So, the fact that I have even attended this course for more than 0.5 seconds is absolutely amazingly mindblowing. Gold star for me.

Because I like to stay true to myself; I have spent every possible moment complaining about attending said course. I mean, it is painful and torturous, but I may slightly overexaggerate just a little, just for fun.

The truth is...  it isn't a bad course. It's actually quite good. I appreciate it's purpose. Not that it makes it any easier for me to sit still in my seat for more than a few minutes. Plus, it's just a few weeks long so I may make it through alive.

- If you didn't know; Glee is back on TV screens!

I actually wrote a post on it, but scrapped it because it was semi-insulting and I thought that I should possibly behave myself for once in my life.

I'm a total Glee lover, but my hate for Mr Schu is fierce and real and it took up a lot of the post. Who wants to read about how much I hate him and his truly horrendous singing? No one. So I left it.

Thankfully, Blaine fills me with joy that I just can't contain, so whenever William appears on-screen I just hum Hey Soul Sister quietly to myself.

- BTW; one has a new style crush on designer Kim Ellery. She's awesome and rockin' and I love her longtime. Look at her:

Feel the love!

She makes me want to shout, "TATT MY NAME ON YOU GIRL, SO I KNOW IT'S REAL!"

- As you can tell, this post is absolutely all over the place. This is simply because that's how my mind works. It doesn't stay still for long lengths of time [unless I'm worrying about something] and it rarely ever makes sense to anyone but me.



Ta-ta now!

DIARY; one

This is probably the most impersonal blog in all existence, so to rectify this I decided to add diary posts. These posts will consist of OOTD's (once I have the means to take the pictures for them) and just random yapping from moi.

I'm not certain what exactly I'm going to talk about... I guess we'll just have to wait and see.

*Clears throat*

One is meant to be attending salsa tonight but that may not occur due to how much of an ordeal getting dressed seems like right now. For the record; I'm not lazy, I'm just constantly exhausted for no logical reason. Actually, there is a logical reason that is probably anaemia, but my life-threatening phobia of needles means I haven't been tested for it.

Can you die of anaemia?

Anyway, this weekend I'm off to the other side of London to visit my dear Father. Since its eight thousand miles away, and my iPod earphones have broken, its likely I'll have lost my mind by the time me and my bright pink suitcase (which belongs to my Mother, I hate pink!) arrive in Purley. I'm not sure its wise to put my sanity under such strain...

Ta ta for now, I'm off to go and procrastinate about things I should be doing.

Ciao!

p.s Yesterday I left my house (for once) and I'm pretty sure people thought I was a witch... Because I looked like one. A lot.

p.p.s Office are selling Jeffrey Campbells.

p.p.p.s ...I can't remember what I was going to write.

p.p.p.p.s I remembered; I have a new header and its Alice Dellal. Do you like it? The last one of Natasha Poly was such bad quality that I felt like gouging my eyes out every time I saw it. Eugh. You poor things, you had to look at it every time you came on my blog. Did you cover it with one hand while quickly scrolling down with the other to save yourself from the excruciating pain? I bet you did. I would. I don't blame you.

I met Alice Dellal once; she was really nice and polite. Not very tall, though.

What does "p.s" actually mean?

I swear, I'm going now.

Procrastination, here I come!