Back to Hell.

     Well, I have two hours left in my half-term holiday and I plan on spending it in the bath and in bed watching Gossip Girl. I enjoyed myself last night though which makes tonight's boredom worth it.
     We all went to Georgia's last night, and it was just what we needed. The girls night in we'd all deserved (thankfully there's a cheap off license in Lemington so Georgia's dad took us down to get the alcohol). Me, Megan, Georgia, Milly, Francesca and Jasmine all on one bed, with alcohol? The amount of things we told eachother (and the amount of Georgia and Milly I saw!) was unreal. A lovely little counselling session before had to go back to hell.
      I'm signing off now for hair-washing and Upper East Side worshipping. Early night? Not going to happen.

Living the high life.

To be honest, I'm not the kind to really care much about, well, anything really. I'm more a live and let go kinda girl, but at the minute I'm not happy. There seems to be nothing going on anywhere and I need some sort of excitement or something to look forward to, to convince me that there is a point as to why I trudge through life with no passion for anything (except Jake Gyllenhaal of course).
Along with that is the cosmic bitch slap which informs me it'll be years before I'm living the high life like I want to. Years before I have my Chanel and Dior and *sigh* Marc Jacobs. Nobody can tell you what will happen in life and you have to sort of work it out yourself, but I'm not okay with how little is going on. I need fun and I need it now. My life is a constant loop of coursework, nagging and disappointment from dickheads whose ego needs to deflate just a little bit.
The most irritating this is how totally unsupportive people are. Of course it doesn't really matter because I know Mum will always be there for me, but it would be nice if other people believed in my dreams. The more people shit on my aspirations, the more I visualise them working behind the counter in McDonalds. Lucky them eh? Trust me, I won't be putting my Gucci down on their greasy counters!

I need HELP.

     I'm getting a tattoo this week, but I don't know whether or not it's allowed? I want a small Chanel logo behind my ear, but I'm not sure, is that illegal? Because my uncles all have the Newcastle United logo and my Business Communications teacher has the Ibiza Rocks sign on his ankle, but I don't know whether or not Chanel is ok, with it being designer? I really need help!

Fate!

      I reckon fate has been saving itself up for today. There has been so many chance meetings between me and Jake, that it is unreal! First thing this morning was probably the best; nothing to start your day like that! I've been on cloud nine all day, I could not be any happier.
      Now I'm going to settle down with a vodka and coke, and watch Gossip Girl with my Mum.

Anti-Valentines Day.

      Well, tonight is the night that me and my girls shit all over the wonderful dates of loved up couples. We're letting loose on the city and first on our list is a beautiful Chinese restaurant. No doubt it will be full of loved up couples, and so we're going there to basically ruin the atomsphere.
      Single yet happy about it, we're not in the mood for pansy lovers and roses with red hearts and chocolates everywhere. No thank you. I will only settle for Jake Gyllenhaal or George Craig and seeing as neither of them have asked me to be their Valentine (yet) I refuse to take part in any of the ridiculous trends.
      Now that my rant is over, I am going to go and have a lovely bath, and then watch a film (not soppy and preferably with Jakey in it). Then start getting ready so all those attached people out there will be regretting that they settled down. Love it!

Valentine's Day slump.

      If my calculations are correct, we have four days left until my least favourite day of the year. Why is there one day totally dedicated to sickening people who have 'fallen in love'. I have fallen in love but I assure you, pigs will fly before I get a Valentine's off him this year! True thing is, the love is not reciprocated. Which sort of explains why I'm so bitter about it.
      I don't hate couples. I don't even hate the fact I'm single (not much anyway) but there is a limit of how much lovey-doveyness a girl can take. I am a very understanding person but if College decides that this year they're going to sell flowers again, I'm going to shoot them. Which they'll probably take with love.
      However, to pull me out of a Valentine's Day slump, I am celebrating Anti-Valentine's day on Saturday with my three favourite girls (minus Lucy but what can you do?). Times are tough for these hard decisions. Especially when I have to find something to wear and I've only allocated Saturday morning to do it. Fuck. Any suggestions would be much appreciated!

Shit ...

      I've totally neglected my blog again but it's so tiring being a Year Eleven. The only free time I get is spent sleeping (and shopping, and partying but that's quite enough of that!) so forgive me for not updating as much as I used to.
      So much drama has gone on lately and I need to vent my frustrations on someone who won't answer me back. So, I'm pretty much down the shitter on the whole 'relationship' thing. Maybe it was my fault or maybe he couldn't haul it but whatever the case, it's over now. Done. Finished.
      Personally I blame Jemma, the other girl. Or was I the other girl? It's not the point really but it's nice to know where you stand with someone isn't it? Anyway, I have had a therapy session with Ash and Jade and now I feel much better and I know that I am better than him. Or so they say.
      I think what people (me.) need to realise is that nothing is like the films make it out to be, and we will probably all step in love before we fall in it. I just wish this time nothing had stopped me. *reaches for the tissues and Ben & Jerry's again*

Bye bye Math.

       I am looking forward to going back to school tomorrow, because it is so-long, au revoir, arriverderci to Math class. I'm done with it, and I will happily settle with my 'B' grade thank you very much.
       I'm not going through the stress of a Math exam in June, along with all the rest so I'm going to go to Mrs Lant's class instead and work on my Art, which needs to be done! Which reminds me I'm starting the new project in my compulsory class. Shit.

Ah 2011 ...

      I can't help but wish it was still 2010. To me, it feels no different, but all of a sudden, school have started piling work on us and stressing about exams. I'm all about organization and I even understand they want us to do well (statistics are all in the newspapers remember?) but screaming at me because I have my iPod in, isn't going to get me an A* in Science is it?
      Actually, speaking of, if I have a C or above in Maths and English, they can bury themselves before I re-sit. As long as I can add, subtract and mulitply, I'm sorted and the only Science I know is about beauty products and humans. The latter is simple and the first, I don't care, as long as it looks good.
      SO, all in all, GCSE's aren't freaking me out, but Hurricane Teachers are!