School.

Today has been such a dull day.
I would really like to just get up off this dirtied-blue swivel chair and go to my car and drive back to my house where I can have a shower and be clean and smell like Coco Chanel -Mademoiselle, mosituriser. I want to put my black velvet tracksuit pants on and go to bed where I don't have to deal with the responsibility of... people.

Elle-oh-vee-ee: definition.

There is always one person you love who becomes that definition. It usually happens retrospectively, but it happens eventually. This is the person who unknowingly sets the standards for what you will always love about other people; even if some of these lovable qualities are self-destructive and unreasonable. The person who defines your understanding of "love" is not inherently different than anyone else, and they’re often just the person you happen to meet the first time you really, really, want to love someone. But that person still wins. They win, and you lose. Because for the rest of your life, they will control how you feel about everyone else.

Harriet le spy, and I.

Passed times.

Nostalgic before bed, I have found myself wishing.

The End.

Blinky Bill.

After a caffeine induced thrill, with Blinky Bill, we are now sitting in... B3, ridiculously bored and on the crave for lunchtime so we can indulge in a few "nice" things. School is so pissy. Pre this VERY boring period, we went to Billie's lovers work and had an unexpected run in with a filthy girl who is actually very violent. (She threatened to punch me in year seven becasse I was naughty and held her "sistahs boyfrands hand.") Badass, bitch! Anyway. She was doing work experience (floor mopping) because A) she is academically challenged, and B) She just will never be able to do anything better with her life. I thought her ensemble was just... ravishing. Which is the ultimate purpose of this post. I HAD TO SHARE. She was wearing a dirty-white polyester trench coat type... arrangement, riddled with fluff balls - (ugh) teamed with a deighftul pair of "boyfriend jeans gone bad." They had grass stains. (Talk about being an animal.)To put the cherry on top of a revolting cake, her feet were rotting in brown (again - stains, obviously), pink and white "skate" shoes; the type that's cool for twelve year old boys who try and do elaborate skateboard tricks in their spare time. She beat Billie to the ground in year nine, so I felt the need to cyber-bully her clothing choice. Sorry if it was offensive. Once again. I'm not a blog bitch - this is just how I feel. Though, a quick kudos to her for maintaining her badass look with her totally intimidating outfit. I wish I was tuff and wore ruthless clothes... But, I just want NYC.

Post valentines day... I dunno. Something.

I think Valentines day is a shitty day. It is a meticulously planned plot for people to fall into momentary, lack-of-romance-induced-depression. For smitten cunts to go and buy lame cards with stupid, un-original romantic quips printed in them; like, "I love you forever." All for nothing but stupid Hallmark to get whole lot of money. Not implying that I was depressed and cardless on V-day... No! I actually had a wonderful Valentines Day. Sipping away my sorrows at Starbucks, watching all the lust. Ugh. There I sat, contently, of course - reading my cliche love story; Pride and Predjudice. (Quick kudos to Jane - literary genius and my total idol.) It really was just, THRILLING. (Next year will be better.)

Also,today I purchased a rubber duck and a sharpie pen for my friend. But that wasn't for Valentines day. That is jusr becuase he is leaving.

I usually loose my umbrella but this day I had it.