i need a job, as my life is a repetitive bore of nothing to do and no money to do it with.

in this, a job will help.

i'm going to go job hunting this afternoon after i see d.

why does something that makes you happy make you so, so sad?
and why am i giving up on it?

d had to delete her blog and is no longer house captain anyway.
so this is for her:

weed
speed
pills
caps
coke
acid
fake id
clubbing
pubbing
getting FUCKED UP (like simon says)

i'd like to see what they would do if they saw this.


joshua e. meinrath. and by that i think i mean elton j. king.
i'd also like to see j go green. screw in new lightbulbs and shit.

i spent all of today watching seinfeld.
i spent all of last night watching gossip girl.
this is what my life has come to.

g is leaving us on saturday, and this makes me sad.
but more importantly, j is on his way now.
i need to find him bandaids.

bam.

turns out stalker man has previously hit on brig and nadia.

crazy shit.

last night I dressed as a gypsy.

today i played nintendo 64.

so far its been a productive holidays.

i definitely had a guy just hit on/intensely touch my body and suggest we "go somewhere quiet so i can take you to the sky" and then get on the same train as me after i said no.

i definitely then saw him get off at my station.

i definitely then called my best friend and had her politely tell me to go away.
also had no one else i told console me.

have decided most friends are crap.

am now sitting in my study crying and scared.

"harden up sophie, cry me a fucking river."

anyway, this is awesome etc:

holidays

just about to go see minto. which is exciting.

holidays so far are fun but slow, i'm just waitingwaitingwaiting for everyone to be freeeee like i am.

everybody: hit up mike posner. dl that shit, hes intense.

especially:

cooler than me

smoke and drive

who knows

drug dealer girl.

just pretty everything.

note: blue dress and green cardigan, do not match.

bam !

holidaaaaays

last night was britney and it was un.bel.ieveable.
so good.
i am free.

this makes me happy.

i chose britney spears.
now i feel terrible.

fuck me.

britney spears or brigitte's dance concert?

its the hardest choice i've ever had to make.

slept early last night, woke late this morning.

it is definitely under two days till my revs exam.
ethos account has fucked, this upsets me, and j it seems.
all in all, however, things are going pretty well.



except the only french rev quote I know is:
"by fleeing one king renounced his sovereignty, while another king, the people, grimly looked on."





i don't know how much that is going to help.
now for more study.
ciao.

i think you are making a really big mistake.

ruined.

i got very, very stoned last night and decided to make a blog.
don't reckon it'll last a week.

why ruined? its what i do. to situations, to circumstances, to my favourite white dress i accidentally put in the wash with my red cardigan.
ruining things and me go hand in hand.



i think i love terry richardson. that guy has fucking class. in a really not classy kind of way.

revs exam is in four days. i'm not ready.
but after exams:
brig's dance concert
dean's Ball
kebabs with spanner and fat
nose piercing
THE LAST WOW!
hey! teacher.
and then holidays. three fucking months of holidays.

i am holding my breath.

liz is coming down in January 8-18 (which reminds me, get mum to book tickets)
party time? excellent.
pretty much the point of this blog is to document a summer i hope i remember for a long time.
my last summer as a child.
my last summer before year 12.
mhe most freaking epic summer ever known to man.

people to catch up with:
romya
tom lew
benj
MEALEY!
lizzzz
corecorecorecore
party crew
epic Crew
and all other crews in between.

tonight the core is going to d's to exchange kks.
i have lydia. i couldn't decide between fake barbie called belinda or a whole bunch of shit.
i chose the shit.
i should have chose belinda.
i'm going to make her a card.
"girl i said it, rub on yo titties!"

must remember to text luke back, he definitely texted me a 2.30am yesterday to tell me he was sorry i wasn't out.
i wasn't sorry. i was baked.

we were fucking around with long exposure last night.
i freaking love long exposure.

on the topic of long, this has been a fucking long post.
see you on the other side of kks.