this time last night i was in the pub with my lovely friends and my favourite boy. i was ridiculously drunk and hyped up on too many caffeine pills, wearing his jumper and perched on his knee. so perfect, wish i could do it all again right now. instead i am sitting on my bed with a hot chocolate, arctic monkeys playing and lots of my college sketch book to work on. can’t complain really though.
- i will be 19 in december
- i’m starting art college in a couple of weeks
- my pet chicken is called gwen the hen
- i think jimi hendrix is the best man ever..
- ..apart from my dad. he’s the best.
- i’m completely spoilt, but not very bratty. i hope anyway!
- arctic monkeys will be my favourite band forever.
- i’m from sheffield, but most of my family are australian.
- i’m vegetarian.
- i’m obsessed with fake tan.
- people always tell me i remind them of either phoebe from friends, patsy from absolutely fabulous, or dory from finding nemo. this probably sums up how ditzy i can be.
- i am absolutely terrified of spiders, to the point it can actually make me be sick.
- shoes/heels, vodka and cigarettes are always the main things on my shopping lists.
- i want to live in cornwall, it’s my absolute favourite place.
- i literally get told at least three times a week by random strangers on the street that i look like lady gaga. (mainly in her ‘poker face’ stage, with the fringe and stuff..)
there’s something really pathetic about how i know it will hurt a lot but i still can’t help but check up on him. he’ll appear on my facebook news feed and i have the urge to be nosey and see what’s going on in his life nowadays…
oh look, you’ve got a new girlfriend. well, another new one. you seem to get through at least one a month. and you’ve got a new job. cool. you say you’re really happy and everything is good. i wish you were still mine to miss. it’s like i had no affect on you at all, whilst you had this massive impact on everything and i still can’t listen to “our” that song because it’s like the whole of those few months summed up in lyrics and i miss your drunken voice singing it to me and that broken guitar of yours that you said you’d name after me. did you name it after her instead?
