beautiful

ahhh fytr986#&%$^#%@ZFDU

man i just wrote a huge post that was, as garth would say, excellent 
 annnnd it deleted itself.



:(

the sun doesn't like you, you always get burned

The other day I went on a rather horrible trip to the city, which is a complete cultural deficit, I was saw (perhaps patted and breathed on till I was asked to leave, is a better word..) the latest sass and bide collection. There's seems to be alot of clashes with different textiles and bright block colouring going on at the moment. Soon everyone will be a grunge abba fairy.

credits: sass and bide, zippora spray on sportsgirl, style rookie, 

Need I say more? 

Well I will anyway! The fabric is so lovely and i'm absolutely in love with all the different mediums they used, especially this shirt:

Man why am I so poor? You see I want a job, but I don't want to work... Very tricky predicament you see?

I'm also really loving Arabella Ramsay's collection, and I know I'm a bit late off the mark, but I really want these tights from last collection wrapped around my gangly legs.












The Woodford lineup came out today and i'm seriously ready for summer, my gumboots are POISED.

looking for soul food, and a place to eat.

Sorry. Man i really messed up, it's not you! It was me, i've changed! Maybe we could be just friends? Yeah, I'd like that. 

Seriously though, i've got no excuses for my absence apart from the fact that i was working on getting progressively more of a loser then before. YES, IT CAN BE DONE. Being my usual incredibly cynical awkward self (high self esteem much?) i've lately had it up to heeeeere *points at a adequately high height* with bitches and their OHEMGEE I'M LYKE SAH UGLY UGHH bullshit. If you're in the same sinking boat, i suggest this handy tutoriall in case you haven't got the i hate the world everyone is just too stupid look down. 

STORY OF MY LIFE. 

Anyway if you're still here bugger off and do something productive with your life. 

were all wasted

teenage wasteland

i will nevver leeave you sleeping bagggggggggggggggggggggggggggggg

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venn diagrams are fun

I've been abit of a daria lately.

pink vomit

With Judgement day coming soon i'm kinda channelling enid/molly soda themes. I recently got some black lipstick and i think I am having probably a little too much fun? Since now i'm meant to be a deadpan and all... It's also really attracted when i get it on my braces. Lovely. Since I'm a Buddhist I'm not going to hell.. suckerrrsssss.

it's the music

 Yesterday i went to a dance.  They played Bruno Mars. Everyone punched our fist in the air singing, I'll catch a grenade for you". As far as school dances go I was a little disappointed, I kinda expected it to be like this. Or this:
http://youtu.be/KJlVirycg-0

style rookie, unknown, LOVISA SUPERSTAR

A girl at my school got run over today on a main road near our school. She's alright apparently, with just minor bruisings, but it got me thinking seeing as if i was just a bit earlier it could've been me. I mean i've crossed that road about a thousand times before and today probably wouldn't have been any different, but what if it had? I could have been the one hit by that van, narrowly missing my head, and narrowly escaping death (ok let's not over dramatise things here) I think i'm just a bit paranoid, but it just makes you realise that your'e only microscopic and in a flash you could be gone. And life would go on. People would miss you, but in the schemes of things, it's not actually that big a deal to the world. I'm just one of the many people, in fact one every 3 minutes, who died. There goes another life just then.

i just discovered the point of blogging was to blog stuff. sorry. i'll try again.

soo i haven't posted in ehhh 3 weeks? more than that? i am a disgrace. I'd love to say i've been busy raving being cool and "down with the kidz" etc. I have a made a few discoveries though.

1. not many people know what "indie" actually means.
OH, you don't know? Let me educate you.

1.	indie
	July 4, 2010 Urban Word of the Day (n) an obscure form of rock which you only learn about from someone slightly more hip than yourself.

1.	indie as fuck
	The title is given to a hipster or indie kid when their taste in something only consist of nothing but really obscure things. Guy1: Can I see your iPod? Guy2: Sure Guy1: whoa! Neutral Milk Hotel, Yo La Tengo, and My Bloody Valentine!?! Dude, you're indie as fuck.

2. NOT ALL HOPE IS LOST. Here i was moping about because polaroid were now "extinct" and digital has taken over due to EVOLUTIONNN. However i was wrong! So if you are like me and like living in the past, and enjoy things that are quite useless in the top mod timez, then head on over here to the  DREAM SANCTUARY. These lovely people bought the last preserved Polaroid Factory. Sneaky peeky:

 Also, i got a typewriter! I'll put up pictures soon (as part of this new "posting" regime)
3. i'm actually considering go to a school dance. ew i know. I'm disgusted in myself. It's horror theme so i think i'll go as Dora Explorer. Yes? Appropiate? I thought so too.
4. It's my birthday on the 16th. I'll be 14 which obviously mean that i'm a "true" (sorry i'll stop doing """ now) teenager and now just a preteen tweeen. Also i'll have to change my about me from 13 to 14. Agh being forteen is so much trouble! It also means that i have to love justin bieber and say things "like talk to the hand! Grrrlfriend." (sorry i said i wouldn't do "")

i really want a pixie cut.

seaweed

seaweed

"it's obviously a 1977 original punk rock look"

"everyone's just too stupid."

I gotta admit i was a little uneasy when i bent down to tie the lace of my shoesssss

TANGLED UP IN blueeeee.

ok.. that's all i've got song wise

My scalp is purple! Afldjzkvlsmfnzdefskjea;oqij.

I'm very much looking foward to co-ordinating my outfits around my hair, and also scaring my neighbours (which i've done abit of already...) 

"You know what would f*ck up the system? Go to Business School, that's what I'm gonna do. Get a job at some big cooperation, f*ck things up from the inside."

THIS IS TOTALLY IRRELEVANT. Deal with it.

John Ellis: [noticing Enid's green hair and leather jacket] Oh my God, didn't they tell you? 

Enid: Tell me what? 

John Ellis: Punk rock is over. 

Enid: I know it's over, asshole, I'm not even... 

John Ellis: You really want to fuck up the system? Go to business school. That's what I'm going to do. Get a job in some big corporation and, like, fuck things up from the inside. 

Enid: You know, I'm not even trying... 

John Ellis: Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah yeah. Hey, do you have my money? 

[she pulls a dollar bill out of her pocket, scrunches it up and throws it at him. It bounces off his face] 

John Ellis: Oh! Oh, how punk! 

Enid: You know, that tape sucked by the way. 

John Ellis: Oh, I'm so sorry if it offended Jew. 

Enid: Go die, asshole! 

John Ellis: Get a job. 

Enid: God! Fuck you! 

Rebecca: Can we go now? 

Enid: You know, it's not like I'm some modern punk, dickhead! It's obviously a 1977 original punk rock look, but I guess Johnny Fuckface over there is too stupid to realize it! 

Rebecca: I didn't really get it either. 

Enid: Everyone's too stupid! John Ellis: [noticing Enid's green hair and leather jacket] Oh my God, didn't they tell you? 

Enid: Tell me what? 

John Ellis: Punk rock is over. 

Enid: I know it's over, asshole, I'm not even... 

John Ellis: You really want to fuck up the system? Go to business school. That's what I'm going to do. Get a job in some big corporation and, like, fuck things up from the inside. 

Enid: You know, I'm not even trying... 

John Ellis: Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah yeah. Hey, do you have my money? 

[she pulls a dollar bill out of her pocket, scrunches it up and throws it at him. It bounces off his face] 

John Ellis: Oh! Oh, how punk! 

Enid: You know, that tape sucked by the way. 

John Ellis: Oh, I'm so sorry if it offended Jew. 

Enid: Go die, asshole! 

John Ellis: Get a job. 

Enid: God! Fuck you! 

Rebecca: Can we go now? 

Enid: You know, it's not like I'm some modern punk, dickhead! It's obviously a 1977 original punk rock look, but I guess Johnny Fuckface over there is too stupid to realize it! 

Rebecca: I didn't really get it either. 

Enid: Everyone's too stupid! 

AND NOW FOR SOMETHING COMPLETELY DIFFERENT

Today for brekkie I had coriander, parmesan and chilli scrambled eggs, mmm yummy. I guess i'm quite the "foodie" gah i hate that word. 

also