college work is really hectic, although the designs for the new college bulletin are looking really good. went to estilo with jess on wednesday, a jug of sangria and tapas is niiiiiiiiiiice, jennifer's body is not that nice, megan fox scares me. i'm excited for paranormal activity, looks slightly like the blair witch project with ghosts? my home-made superCUPID costume for tash's superhero fancy dress 18th looks lame, although i'm in love with the pink wig that makes me look like a drag queen

fur: an imaginary portrait of diane arbus is one of the films that makes me feel not the same as i felt before i watched it

hello massive edinburgh/life in general post
( billions of photos )

shaved head, just over a week until birthday!

so tired, jenny drove us to her friend's house party in bournemouth at 11.30 last night, i feel so young around university people. chicken dippers at 2am, people trying to eat my toes, josh getting stuck in the bathroom for half an hour, sleeping on the comfiest sofa in the world, generally a good night

oh wow, edinburgh's booked, i think we're stopping off at places on the way there (ben has a massive drive). i'm going to be 18 in less than 3 weeks, how ridiculous! going to camberwell open day on the 20th, when i will celebrating my pre-birthday avec naomi as she's not going to edinburgh, bonjour portabello market, brick lane and home-made fridge cake. ahh, i bought a glasto ticket yesertday only to find none of my friends have, so i might be spending the week end alone, oh dear.
went to see the king blues on thurs, it was crazily magnificent, i have never been so drenched in sweat champagne before. highlights were falling over into a baby mosh pit and being dragged up a beefy sweaty hand, being baby birds when the security guards brought out the bottles of water, spending the ride home in my underwear in jenny's car, seeing the man from pullingers!!, eating mcnuggets at 1:15am, and jenny's stellar parallel parking.

college is madness, i've signed up to tons of graphic and art enrichments, and i've been pouring over musty old history war books for hist coursework

GOOD DAY

( drawinz and picturz )

college is gobbling up my soul once more, not really settling in, graphics is the only thing i like nowadays! i have to write a personal statement for uni, i can't describe why i like art, the feeling's too big for my mouth

edit: someone from my old hist class told me i reminded him of miss marple, nice

yessssssss, i have rose for graphics this year!

we've booked a fancy house outside edinburgh for my birthday! i am so excited for shortbread, wellies, ghost walks, castles, bloody marys, hogwarts express, my big bear hat, sheep jumpers and saturday night cocktails!

i have a massive food baby, and i don't really want to go back to college



( lots and lots )

walking through the rangers with naomi balls (i fell down a gun-hole thing and stretched my leg to angles i didn't think possible, it hurt a lot); using up film before rose asks for her camera back. i had such a stressful, hectic day at work




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500 days of summer is a brilliant film with a brilliant soundtrack, especially "sweet disposition" by the temper trap and "vagabond" by wolfmother. i like films that make my heart hurt and make my heart happy at the same time

walking with dinosaurs was good, and they looked real, but time-wise it was very short, it also happened to be at wembley not the o2. ate a nandos in literally 5 minutes, i have never felt prettier than when ii'm shovelling chicken and a bird bath of coleslaw down my mouth

going to london again in a minute, hello walking with dinosaurs at the o2!





( ldn )

i feel older, like i'm growing up fast. i can drive, the things i used to think about seem silly, i went to nandos with jenny after work, i'm going to be 18 in less two months


my head doesn't feel the same

gave blood on thursday, the people are so pushy with the drinks afterwards, and i nearly fainted, i obviously sat up too quickly. also had my cervical cancer jab on the same day, thankfully not on the same arm

my holiday has turned me into a right toilet-mouth

newquay was ridiculously amazing, i am so tired after going to bed not once before 2 and waking up at 6 because of the ginormous crazy squawking sea gulls outside our tent! my driving has improved so much, there are so many hills and i am now a master at hill starts and can actually park into a bay with two cars either side of me.
highlights:
- earning the name bad mood bear/carebear because i was hideously grumpy the first night when everyone else was drinking and all i wanted to do was sleep
- skinny dipping at 1 o clock in the midnight and naked kisses in the sea!
- massive waves at la plage, holding onto my bikini top for dear life
- rolling into the campsite with 'move bitch' by ludacris blaring on the speakers only to be have to reverse back up the hill because of the bus; not the smoothest of entrances
- meeting crazy people in the 'ket' caravan that were caught taking drugs by the security guards
-midnight double decker bus journeys with a lovely driver that let us get on for free
- walking to the beach at night then walking miles back, nearly getting run over by numerous buses
- snail infested showers
- st ives
- walking through a field singing 'fields of gold', only to be scared of being shot by a farmer
- waiting for an hour at mexican cantina for some food, only to be so full on nachos that i could barely touch the main
- nearly falling asleep on the cliffs' spongy, grassy tops
-I'M STILL LOVIN YOU, LIKE IT WAS THE FIRST TIME
-don't stop, wiggle wiggle
- fish and chips with blood clot gravy and runny peas on the beach

i am absolutely shattered and i haven't even started my 2000 word history essay and i think i only have about 3 weeks until college starts, oh dear. other news, got my AS results:
A - graphics
A - english combined
A - history (my resit was worth it, i went up by 20 marks)
B - applied art
B - general studies

wow, this is the longest thing i have ever written in this journal


( MILLIONS OF PHOTOS )

GOING TO CORNWALL FOR A WEEK TOMORROW, DRIVING FOR 5 HOURS WITH A SPRAINED WRIST, BEAUTY

And the day came, when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom

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