For Purpleyyy.

Quick blog post before I go to sleep... just for the purple one because she seems desperate to read blogs! :P

Humdeeehummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm! Deedooobedoooo! Blippedybleep. Blop. Pinggggggg! Zap. Drooovaloop, crazolk. Zipppppipppppppppppoppppppppppppppppppp!

That will be all.

=]

temporary post...

HELPPPPPP!!!!!!

Basically, I'm trying to rearrange my living room. Ike keeps taking the CDs off the big CD rack and almost pulling the thing over on himself. So I need to put it somewhere it's unlikely to tip over/somewhere hard for a baby to get to. I've moved it right across the room into a corner, but a) it restricts access to my DVDs and b) it's in front of a pluggy inny place.
So, Here's my living room from 3 different angles:

  So yeah, does anyone have any idea where things should go?

List of important furniture that needs to be in places:
CD rack,

Mildred the sofa (the ugly one).

Sammy the sofa (the sexy one).

Black coffee table thing. 

Ideas would be appreciated!

Weird dream/nightmare/whatever.

Had a really fucking weird and pretty scary dream-type-thing last night.

It was like real life. I basically woke up. Ike was still in bed next to me like he was when I went to sleep. I got him up and dressed and went downstairs. I was completely in control of everything I did and at this point I didn't know I was dreaming. I was just doing general things like I'd do on an average morning. I only found out it was a dream because there was an extra room in my house (which I originally thought was just a room I'd never noticed before) and eventually weird shit started happening in it. When I realised it must be a dream, I spent ages trying to wake myself up. It started with pinching myself and trying to tell myself to wake up. I could feel pain exactly like I would in real life. I kept trying to wake myself up. I was screaming and screaming. I put my entire arm in the fire thing in the new room. It hurt like fuck, but I still didn't wake up. It was futile. I can't remember how I eventually woke up, but I know that when I woke up I had tears all down my face and I wasn't sure if anything was real or it was still a dream.

I've had some weird dreams before, but this was definitely the weirdest night of my life. I hope it never happens again.

xxxxxxxbighugzzzhunniiiiiixxxxxxxxx

Finally, something to blog about!

For years, I've felt extremely uncomfortable with general signs of affection. Everything from hugs to putting Xs at the end of stuff. Yeah, I'll hug anyone when I'm drunk, but when I'm sober it's a different matter.When I'm drunk people tend to think I'm more of a normal, person because of that! XD However, when sober (which, unfortunately is most of the time) I hate hugs and everything. I'd say in real (sober) life I'm kinda like Sheldon from The Big Bang Theory when it comes to affection.

People think it's weird that I rarely put Xs at the end of shit online and in texts. There are a couple of people that I force myself to Xify online because I'm afraid it'll result in people being twatty with me and therefore the loss of friends/drinking buddies. I don't know why I hate doing it so much. It just makes me feel way too awkward for my liking.

Anyhow, thanks to the genius of The Purple One, I've come up with a way to do the whole X thing without feeling awkward. Because I hate over the top 'big hugz hunniiiii xxxxxxx <3' shit, I'm gonna do that to everyone at the end of everything for at least 24 hours to see how it goes. Doing the thing I hate in an over the top manner might simultaneously make it highly amusing and make me look less weird. It's gonna be hilarious.

So like, BIG HUGZZZZ MY HUNNEEEEZ! <3<3 xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx<3 xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

P.S. I'm officially a trainee trekkie and I'm becoming a little obsessed with Star Trek! XD

I baked!

I've been baking... 

I made these: 

A giant, chocolatey cheerio...

The top bit is supposed to say 'Charlotte' in Japanese... #epicfail. The bottom bit says 'SaTAN'. It originally just said 'STAN', but that was boring.

Boring ones...

I then played with the chocolate for a bit. I need to grow up! :P

And yeah, most people reading this probably know about this from twitter. I just thought it was vaguely bloggable about! XD

Oh, and you can find the biscuity recipe here. =]

And just like every time I bake, I must say that I really enjoyed it and I'm going to start baking more often. :P

Bank: The GOOSEFANNY of the clothes shopping world.

Spent ages writing a blog. Deleted it because I'm so fucking pissed off and have to blog about something else.


I went to Bank (the clothes shop, not the HSBC or anything) today. I bought a top. Didn't try it on because I have a thing about changing rooms and never ever ever try stuff on in shops. The size I got was large. I expected it to be baggy on me because yeah, I may be a lot fatter than I used to be, but I'm not exactly massive. I tried it on about half an hour ago. I only just managed to get my arms through the arm thingys and it wouldn't fasten at all. IT WAS NOT FUCKING LARGE! It was tiny. It would probably fit my 11 year old cousin. Usually a medium would fit me quite nicely, but no... large was extremely small on me. Yeah, I'm pissed off at myself for getting so fat, but I'm even more pissed off at Bank. Having sizes like that is the kind of thing that fuels eating disorders and shit. I'm apparently a healthy weight for my height. I know I need to lose weight to be the size I want to be, but the point is that I'm a healthy weight and a large top was too small for me. It's fucking ridiculous. So yeah, I'm a healthy weight yet I'm fat according to this fucking shop. I'm going to boycott Bank (even though they sell awesome shoes). Even if I manage to lose a lot of weight, I'm still going to avoid shopping there. Stupid fucking cunt of a shop! >.<

Anyhow... in other news, I spent over £100 today so I wont be able to afford much food to nom for a while so hopefully that will help me lose weight and become what society (or just twatty shops like Bank) want me to be. At least I have a table and two chairs (hopefully that's enough to accomodate my fat arse) for the garden!

Whoooooooooosssssssssshhhhhhhhh. I'm going to drink some alcomavag.

Ponderings...

I'm not sure how to word this, so bear with me...

I've been trying to work out how people are so open on their blogs. Like there's loads I want to blog and tweet about, but I'm not sure I want the whole world knowing too much shit about me. I don't particularly want people to know, but I want to be able to blog and tweet about it. Make sense? Thought not. So yeah, how the fuck do people manage to be so open about stuff?

Meep. I just want to be able to openly moan about shit! :P

Meh- off to watch Waterloo Road.

Sign on the door of Costa...

WHAT THE FUCK DO THEY SELL THEN?! O_o

And they spelled inconvenience wrong... I think.

Turtle Story: Part One.

The mother watched with amazement as the egg hatched. First a small crack appeared. As the crack grew, out popped a leg. Next, a head. Then came another head. She was sure there was only supposed to be one of those. ‘What the fuck?’ she thought to herself as another head emerged. The rest of the egg popped right off and two more heads appeared along with a couple of weird flappy things coming out of the shell.
She was panicking as she had never encountered such a strange being and was unsure what to make of the ‘monster’ she had created. She started gnawing on the third head until it snapped off. She didn’t like the taste and her mind was spinning around faster than a washing machine when it does that super-fast spinny thing, so she decided to have a cigarette to help her calm down.
She smoked and pondered and suddenly felt a wave of guilt and disgust. How the hell could she have gnawed off the head of her offspring? It just wasn’t normal turtle behaviour. She realised she should love her young thing no matter what. After all, her other eggs had been stolen.
She went back to her nest and put some dettol and a bandage where the head used to be. Hopefully nobody would ever find out her deep, dark secret. With any luck everyone would presume it was born with only four heads. She licked each remaining head and snuggled into their one shell to protect them whilst they all slept. When they awoke, she decided to name each head. She named them (from left to right) Fudu, Jack, Sheldon and Kameko.
As time went by, she realised there was something special about her sons...

Back.

I'm back online... after less than a day. I've concluded that I need the internet. However, I just don't need to be on it 24/7. I'm seriously going to cut down on the amount of time I spend online. This is the first time I've been online today and because I haven't been online for a while, it's actually quite exciting (even though it's only been just under 18 hours). It seems kind of pathetic that I lasted for that amount of time. I was going to give it at least a day, but I was hoping to be able to last ages without it... maybe even forever.

My reasons for leaving were:
1) I wasn't really doing anything during the day or night... just internetzzzy crap.
2) I kept googling increasingly fucked up things.
3) Stuff I am NOT writing about on my blog.
4) And other shit...

But yeah... I'm back. I'm so happy that I'm back. I'm just not going to be online as much and I'm going to stop googling weird shit.

Leaving.

Leaving the internet. Dunno how long for... Could be forever, could be for a day. I'll see how things turn out.
If I come back I might explain why. CBA right now though.
So hoobletoodledoo!

Scary mergingness...

Hmm... Not entirely sure how to write this without sounding like a complete weirdo... but meep- I sound like a complete weirdo most of the time anyway! =D

Y'know when on facebook a friend becomes friends with another friend you didn't know they knew and then you wonder how they know them? That happens to most people occasionally... but it's getting super-weird for me recently. It's like that's happening, but in two different worlds. That doesn't make any sense, does it? :P It does to me anyway. I'll try explaining.

The two worlds are the real world and internetzzz world. I have people from both on my facebook account. I don't want them getting mixed up. There are certain parts of internetzzz world that I NEED to keep separate for many reasons... but they're just kind of fusing and stuff because someone from the real world is becoming friends with more and more people from internetzzz world.

It's fucking freaking me out. Are people who they say they are? Do people have alterior motives? Is everything elaborately planned out and some kind of big set-up thing? Yes, I realise I sound paranoid... but I'm guessing most people would be in the same situation.

I'm not sure what to do about this. I don't want to have to delete a load of people from my facebook friends list and I don't want to have to completely abandon the internet. =/ Meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep!

But yeah... I probably sound stupid, but I don't care because it's my blog! XD

And if you're reading this and you know I'm talking about you in this blog post- please tell me what the fuck is going on...

BirthdayBlog

It was my 19th birthday yesterday. It feels VERY weird being that age for a number of reasons. I'm also pretty freaked out that in less than a year I'm going to be 20.

I had a party in the house yesterday. I thought it was rather awesome. Guys dressed as girls and girls dressed as guys (although only 2 girls actually bothered). I had a dinosaur birthday cake. There's a picture of it up there ^ It's not a very clear picture, but it was a pretty awesome cake! I think the dinosaur's head is in the freezer bit of the fridge. I might try eating it later. I wonder what frozen icing is like... I hope I don't kill me teethies on it! People got pretty wankered. Four of us went to Tesco at like 4:30am and really quite enjoyed ourselves! We played singstar and concluded that I'm pretty unbeatable! Which is weird, because I can't sing! XD We watched The Rocky Horror Picture Show too, which is always a good thing to do! I had a cleaning spree in the middle of the night. Watched Titanic. Heh, yeah... Good party! XD We seriously pissed off my neighbours though. We were outside in the garden smoking at about 2:30am, when the dude that lives next door came out and started being a twat. Kinda worried though, because we have the same landlord and I'm probably completely screwed if he tells the landlord!

It was a good birthday. Well, the morning wasn't too good because I pissed off my family by being honest about my presents. I actually really liked my presents... I just wasn't completely satisfied with them at first and because I hate lying to people about anything, people got pissed off because I was a bit too honest when I was asked if I like them. I really do like my presents though! Kinda wish my grandmother had bought  me the £60 hoodie she was going to get me. I would have got it if I hadn't said I specifically didn't want clothes for my birthday! =/
-And no, I'm not a selfish bitch. I don't really care about how much people spend and all that jazz... The reason I wasn't satisfied was because of shit like my bag not having a zip, my purse being too expensive when you can get nicer ones for a cheaper price and not seeing the point in people buying expensive makeup. Just had to add that because I realised the above paragraph came out a bit wrong and made me look mean.

Anyhow... HoobletoodledooOO!

The Coat.

I've just rediscovered this coat. I got it when I was like 13. It's a mens coat and it was absolutely massive on me then. I stopped wearing it because I realised it looked completely ridiculous. However, it isn't so huge on me anymore, so I've decided that at some point in the near future I'm going to customise it and make it look more feminine. I love the coat (don't ask why!), so if I make it so it doesn't look quite as bad, It'll be awesome! =D

I haven't customised any clothes for a very long time. I'm really looking forward to it. I can't wait to have a 'new' coat. It'll also be frickin' awesome to have something to do with my time rather than watch films, go online and look after a baby. I have so many ideas about what I would like to do to it. It'll be like a little project. =]

Anyhow, I've decided I hate painting my nails green (even though it's the colour I paint them most often). When it all chips and stuff, the skin under the nail varnish goes all yellowy and makes me look like I have the fingernails of a 60 year old smoker. Yeah, I smoke... but I don't smoke enough to have yellow nails!

That will be all. =]

Helena, gardens and masturbation.

I've just been to see Alice In Wonderland. It was great... apart from the fact that HELENA BONHAM CARTER WAS NOT HOT! It was the first time I've watched a film with her in it and not been drooling all the way through. I fucking loved that film (despite the lack of hot Helena).

I think I'm moving house on Monday. Might not be Monday though, but I think it is. I can't wait to have a garden... but the house is tiny and a bit of a shithole... but still... IT HAS A GARDEN! I've never had a garden in my life apart from when I lived with my mum for a while.

I took Morrissey to the vets earlier. He needed his teeth clipping because they were getting super-long. The vet said 'that should help with his mastication'. It made me burst out in a fit of uncontrollable laughter (because it sounded like masturbation for the benefit of anyone who's not dirty minded enough to realise that). The vet gave me a really weird look. He didn't seem to understand why I was laughing. The other vetty person in the room was biting her lip as though she was trying to stop herself laughing. She obviously understood why it was amusing. It was the funniest thing that had happened for a while. Every time I think about it I start giggling again. XD

But yes, byebye! =]

Ranty rant...

I think I need to rant.

There's a group on facebook called something like 'join if you were born in the 1990s and don't have a kid or are pregnant'. Obviously I couldn't join! I'm not offended by the group at all, but reading some of the comments made me need to rant. Firstly, it's apparently only chavs that get pregnant under the age of twenty... that's news to me... I wouldn't exactly call myself a chav! XD Secondly, apparently only fat girls who get pregnant. I may be fat now, but that's the result of having been pregnant! I wasn't fat before! Thirdly, people who get pregnant at a young age are all sluts. I'm not a slut. I know anyone can say that, but I'm really not a slut! Fourthly, I read that all teenage mums are skanks who can't bring up their children properly. Ike is only 4 months old, so I haven't exactly brought him up yet, but I think I'll do a pretty good job at bringing him up. Fifthly, apparently most babies with young parents are brought up by their parent's parent. Ha! I can't see my mum doing that! Lastly, there was lots of bitching about young mums being on benefits. Yes, I'm on benefits, but it's not out of choice and to be honest, I'd rather bond with my baby before getting a job. I don't intend to stay on benefits forever and as soon as I can I'm going to get a job and go to college... I just need to work out what I want to do with my life.

There's nothing wrong with having a baby young. People shouldn't bitch about things they haven't experienced. It could happen to absolutely anyone. I didn't expect it to happen to me, but it did. To be honest, even though I didn't plan to get pregnant, having Ike was the best thing that ever happened to me. He's just so fucking awesome.

But yeah, SCREW ALL TEH JUDGEMENTAL BASTARDS!

=]

PROUDBLOG!

Today I did something big. I'm not going to be specific about it here because...well, people that don't know about stuff might read it! I did something I'd told myself I'd never do again. Something I was absolutely terrified of doing. It sounds like it was a bad thing, but I'm kind of at a point in my life where it's probably a good thing... No matter how many times I tell myself I shouldn't have done it. It was definitely a good thing... I think! Hopefully it will be beneficial.

Not only was it a big thing, but it was something I'd never done before. Yeah, I said earlier that I had told myself I'd never do it again, but there is an aspect of what I've done today that I've never done before. I'm actually very proud of myself. =]

Yeah, very scary, very stressful... but worthwhile... probably!

Heh yeah... most people who read this wont have a clue what I'm on about, but some people will! :P

PANCAKEDAYBLOG:PART2!

Last night J, my 11 year old cousin stayed at my flathousethingy. We had another pancake day! I know it was a couple of days late, but hey ho! This time I actually took some photos! =D

 

It started off quite well...

 

Then it started to go a little wrong...

 

The pancakes went all burnt and looked disgusting... They actually tasted quite nice!

 

We had lots of fun flipping them. I was a lot better at the whole flipping thing than J so I decided to a) give her a flipping lesson, and b) show off. Showing off was a bad idea. I was flipping stuff almost to the ceiling and it was going quite well until I simultaneously tried to flip a pancake really high and take a photo of the pancake at the same time. My concentration died and SPLAT...

Pancake mush on the floor! It happened twice! Personally I think I looks more like a brain than a blob of pancake mush... I ended up stepping in it and getting the steps outside covered in pancakeage.

I got a little pissed off at how wrong it was going so I kicked the bottom of the cooker...

 It broke... Luckily I managed to fix it. 

 

We made a lot of mess. The picture is of what I like to call 'pancake shavings'. I cleaned everything up though! It may have gone horribly wrong, but it was actually quite fun and even though the pancakes looked disgusting, they tasted rather yummy! I blame the fact that we used pancake mix... Making pancakes from scratch is a zillion and one times easier! I'm glad I didn't leave the room at all while we were making pancakes. J kept turning the gas thingy so if she had left it loads of gas would have gone into the room. WE COULD HAVE ACTUALLY DIEDED! Every time I noticed it I quickly had to search for my lighter and light the cooker (yeah, the thingy that makes a spark or whatever to make fire isn't working, so I have to use my lighter). I'm surprised my hands aren't completely frazzled as I had to do that quite a few times!


But yes, now I finally have pancake pics! =D

Shooting, mugs and snacks.

It's cold tonight. I'm glad I have a duvet downstairs that I can snuggle into.

I went shooting again today. Once again, I really enjoyed it. I'm not very good, but hopefully with practise I'll get better. While I was there I saw some unnecessary quotation marks. It amused me. It said something along the lines of 'Work party. (date) "All welcome".' It implies that not everyone is really welcome. I was going to take a photo of it, but unfortunately I didn't have my camera with me. I found it fucking hilarious!

When I got home I noticed that my auntie (who had been looking after Ike while I was out) had used my mug. I can't stand it when someone else uses the stuff I use. I have other stuff for other people to use. I didn't say anything about it to her because it would probably seem rude or something and she had just looked after my baby for two hours. I can never use that mug again now. I'm going to have to buy a new one tomorrow. No tea for me tonight! >.<

I'm struggling with the whole not eating crisps thing. I'm not sure what I can eat tonight. I used to snack on crisps a lot. I suppose I could just nom a block of cheese or something. =/

PANCAKEDAYBLOG

DAMMIT! I forgot to take pictures of my pancakes! I wish I was still vegan because I think vegan pancakes taste better! Even so, it was nice having someone else make me pancakes. My grandmother did it for me. She got a pretty nasty burn from the fryingpan though... but the pancakes were exceedingly yumsome even though Polly puked half way through the making of them. Gosh, I love pancake day. I think I'm going to give up crisps for Lent... even though I don't believe in Christian stuff.

I hate JLS, but I found out that if you sing Beat Again to Ike, he laughs his head off. It's hilarious! XD I love it when he laughs! =]

Meep, I have stuff to do, so I'm not going to write anything else here today. Hoobletoodledoo!

Whingeywhinge.

I'm so fucking miserable recently. There are many reasons... but tonight I decided I'd have a moan because of how fucking gross my body has become.

I hated how I looked before I was pregnant. Now I would do absolutely anything to look like that again. I can't believe I thought I was really fat. I keep looking at old pictures and getting really pissed off at myself. I'm never going to look like that again. I hated how I looked, but I looked hoobloads better than I do now.

Now I weigh probably more than a stone heavier than I did pre-pregnancy. I am actually fat now. I'm covered in stretchmarks (they're literally everywhere apart from like my face). On top of being fat, my belly is dead flabby and horrible and it's a weird shape. I have to wear belly-restricting granny knickers if I want to look vaguely normal. I'm a complete fucking freakshow. >.<

When I was pregnant I knew I was getting bigger, but just thought 'hey- doesn't everyone get bigger when they're pregnant?'. I got too big. I know I didn't have a small baby, but there's no excuse for how big I got. I put on weight everywhere. There's no fucking excuse for how fat my arms and legs have become. I could see the stretchmarks getting worse and worse, but it didn't really bother me because I thought it would all be over soon and it wouldn't bother me once I'd had the baby. How fucking wrong was I? Now I look so grotesque I can't even look at myself. I would have taken a picture of my belly to prove how fucking vile it is. It's not just fat, it's saggy. I'm like a fucking OAP! Because I don't have a picture of my belly, here's a picture of how my belly was getting bigger when I was pregnant:

 

Right, so you see the progression of the bigness, yes? To get an idea of how my belly looks now, imagine popping my october belly with a pin and looking at the deflated, saggy, stretchmarked flump of vileness. Yes, it's that bad. There's no fucking way I'm ever going to get to how I used to look. As I thought I was really fat before, it's pretty obvious I'm never going to look like that again and I fucking hate it. I hate everything about myself. Message to every female in the world: Never get pregnant. It turns you into a monster. Like yeah, I love Ike more than anything in the world and I wouldn't do anything to change having him, but I would do absolutely anything in the whole fucking world to change how I look. >.<

Heh, you've probably had enough of my moaningness, so I'm going to fuck off and get drunk.

First post for a while.

I haven't blogged for a while. Not because I have nothing to blog about- I just can't bring myself to blog about most of it... not even in my secret blog. The other stuff that I think of to blog about just isn't interesting enough in my opinion. It's stuff I'd usually blog about, but can't anymore because I'm afraid it'll just make me look stupid or whatever. Meep- I think I'm just going to blog about whatever I feel like blogging from now on, regardless of whether or not it makes me look boring or dumb. It feels like I'm abandoning my poor bloggywog. It's time to stop, blog and... stuff. So here goes:

I don't have anything specific I want to blog about today. I guess I'll just write about alcohol or something. I drink every night. Last night I decided to give not drinking a go to see if it made stuff any better. It didn't. It made absolutely no difference whatsoever, so I think tonight I'll drink alcomahol again. Recently I've got quite into drinking wine- specifically rosé. I didn't even like wine before a few weeks ago. I think I'm just getting old and sophisticated!

I'm bored of writing about alcohol now. So in other news... erm... I managed to get a lip bar through my lip. I know it doesn't sound like an exciting thing, but it had almost closed up and stuff. So yeah, it's fucking awesome!

I think I'll blog again later when I actually have something to write about! :P

Oh, and Ike now has His own blog.

Forgetfulness.

Today the most embarrassing thing happened. My cousin (who I see on a regular basis) briefly came to my flat, I opened the door and had absolutely no idea who she was. It wasn't just a case of not remembering someone's name. It was like I'd never seen her before in my life. I got really confused and for a moment acted all awkward and weird like I usually do around strangers. Luckily I realised who she was a couple of minutes later and came out with 'shouldn't you be in school today?'... Which is a totally un-me thing to say. It was so fucking weird. =/ Kinda funny looking back at it though...

And that's all I have to say for now. I'll probably blog again later about something pointless. Bye.

Guitarishness.

This year I made a few new years resolutions. There are only two I'm determined to stick to though- losing weight and playing my guitar every day.

For the last couple of years I haven't really played the guitar much. I think I've become kind of crap at it. I need to get better. I used to find playing the guitar really relaxing and it was one of the few things I really enjoyed. I have three guitars and they're all just kind of sitting around... it seems kind of pointless having them if I don't play them. At the moment they're just kind of decorations. That will change. I'm going to play guitar every day. I really need to get my plectrums, my amp, my pedals and Sid (my oldest guitar) from my grandparentals house. I need to improve... Especially because I want to start teaching Ike to play guitar from whenever he's old enough to actually hold one. I'm considering getting in touch with my old guitar teacher and seeing if I can get lessons off him again. In my opinion he's better at guitar than pretty much anyone in any band I know of. I wouldn't want anyone else teaching me guitarishness. Anyhow, that's basically all. I'm going to stick to this resolution no matter what. =]

SNOWBLOG!

I hate that there's snow pretty much all over the UK apart from here. Yesterday I was stranded in my grandparentals house because of the snow, but it was pretty much gone by this morning.

Where I live was apparently snowless. Still is. I was expecting the steps outside my front door to at least be a bit icy, but nopes- nothing!

Last night I made a tiny snowman on my grandparents car. He was called Smokey. He was awesome. That was the most fun I had in the snow yesterday. I couldn't persuade anyone to go out and play in the snow with me. It sucked. At times like that, I really wish Ike was a couple of years older! 

Snow is my favourite kind of weather. I feel like I'm missing out on it by living here. I'm considering moving to Newcastle or somewhere close to there just for the snow. I have lots of family people who live there, and they seem to always get snow. 

Anyhow, I hope you like Smokey. He's not very impressive, but I loved him... until he melted...

Hairblog.

On Christmas eve in the pub I was told by a guy (who happened to be bald) that my hair was outrageous. At least I have hair!

I don't care if my hair is outrageous. I love my hair and that's all that matters. Normal hair just isn't me. Whenever I have normal coloured hair, I don't feel like myself and I hate it. One of my new years resolutions is to not dye my hair a natural colour under any circumstances. Since I was 16, the only times I have dyed my hair a natural looking colour is when I was in sixth form and I had to have a natural hair colour and when I was pregnant. When I was pregnant, the only reason I dyed my hair brown was because people kept telling me that it would go weird when pregnant and because I'd heard bad things about dying hair when pregnant and decided to dye it brown so I wouldn't have to keep fixing the roots. By I was eight months pregnant, I got really fed up of it and dyed it pink. It's now really light blonde, pink, green and yellow. It makes me laugh when people diss it. In fact, I love it when it happens! It makes me proud to have controversial hair... Is that weird? People compliment it more than diss it anyway. I love the fact that it's no longer all dry and stuff. I'm not sure how that happened. It used to be horrible from bleaching it so much!

Anyhow, I can't think of anything else to say about hair. I'm not even sure why I had a huge urge to write about hair, but hey ho! On to other things...

Last night (new years eve), I had a party in my 'flat'. It was awesome! There was hoobloads of alcohol and everyone (apart from two people) got rather drunk. There's even quite a lot of alcohol left over. Not sure what to do with it. There's quite a lot of beer left and I don't generally drink beer because I don't like it. Maybe I'll have a can every night for a few nights to try and make myself like it. I feel odd not liking beer. Everyone else seems to like it. Ooohh, absinthe mixed with lemonade is fucking amazing by the way! But yes, it was a rather awesome night. We made muffins at like 2am, had a lot of interesting (well, drunken) conversations and did general drunk things. =]

I'm going to go and watch Fight Club now. Then I'm going to sleep. I think I need to sleep even though I already slept for a few hours in the afternoon/evening. Byebye.