i just found this for the third time

I AM speechless. I am very rarely speechless.

You could be great, you know, its all here in your head, and Slytherin will help you on the way to greatness, no doubt about that- no? Well if youre sure- better be GRYFFINDOR!

You find yourself trying to do my dance, maybe cos you love me?

So sometimes we all like being a bit of a poser and seen as though it appears i no longer have friends i have nothing to do in my spare time other than take pretty mint photos of myself (sometimes with the help from Bobs- see happy face) On the up side, i am getting pretty good at it arent i and i really enjoy it. Yeyy yet another way to express myself. Express yourselfffffff.

Look i still havent learnt how to get the text write on this god darn thing. You scabhead. Why do they smell though? Cos their scabheads. Yeah like Daisys head. *SMACK* Dont mess with me Bobby.

ijustweedonmyhandEURGH

eeeek i am superduper busy right now but i thought i'd have a few wappys and try and get in a blog trance. I attempted to start a diary in January. What a heap of shit that turned out too be. Almost like the time my mum got a kidney infection and was in bed for a week, she thought she was dying thus filling a diary with speeches and playlists for her funeral. These song included:

Dire Straights- Walk of Life
Helen Ready- Dont know what it was called.
Something by Pink Floyd
Something by U2 i think
and something from Jesus Christ Superstar. Nancy.

I need to upload some sketches outta my journal and i also logged on cos Battle has asked me too upload a video of her Boyfs band, who coincidently are pretty good. I thought i was gonna have to lie and make out i liked them but i am glad i dont because i think she can tell when i lie. Her boyfriend is lovely and i am TRES happy for her. In the wise words of Dumbledore 'Oh to be young and to feel loves keen sting'. Heres a little about the newly shaggers.

My first real meeting of Sambob (Yes thats his name- i wasnt sure about the sound of him at first because of his name 'Sambob' i mean Come.On.) it was a pretty good night from what i remember. It was Lucys birthday and we had tickets to see Foals in Leeds so i ventured up on the train and headed off to the gig, me and Luce spent the majority of the gig shouting at the top of our voices 'THIS IS SOUTHSIDE STEVE! YEEEEAAAHHH COME ON!!' Which is another story all together. Anyway Sam was working there that night and ended up coming out with me and Lucy after. Yes i was the gooseberry but dont feel sorry for me, i make my own fun (oh yeah) One too many mexicans in our mouths later we ended up in a takeaway. I had no money left so i made Sam and Lucy pay for a meat pizza for me (Sam is a veggie and Lucy is aswell now BLAH. I love steak) We left the takeaway. 5 mins and one pizza slice down i 'apparently' launched the pizza whilst shouting 'FOR FUCKS SAKE!' The love birds quiclky turned round and asked me what was wrong. With a stupid grin 'I've only gone and left my shoes and bag in the takeaway! (HOW) Lucy asked what was in it and i told her my camera, phone, purse and passport then she asked what i wanted to do. I replied 'Well i cant be arsed walking back' Sam looked on gobsmacked and took that at his queue to run back to the takeaway and retrieve my belonging, which thank fuck were still there. I will never ever drink tequila again after this night. How exactly i managed to leave a takeaway without my bags and barefoot i will never know and i never want too.

Sam put up with alot of Lucy and Daisy shit that night and he seemed to cope with it. This make him acceptable for my best friend. Which is lucky cos we know what happens if your not ;)

I am actually so happy about them together i even made a little video of them and publically posted it on his wall. Which apparently is no longer available so i cant even upload it on here. Shitter.

Lucy you daft apeth.

Anyway this band. Morain. I think its meant to sound like MORE RAIN. Then people will chant 'MORE RAIN MORAIN MORE RAIN! Ahaaa.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8DAFxqTNulw


More pressing matters now, MY blog so my artwork.

i.want.this.bandana.

an old piece i thought i'd already uploaded. but i hadnt. silly.

Jethro <3

Handmade AnnSummers party invites for Nance. WHATA nights thats going to be... I'll keep you posted.

'i'll kill you and them loud ass mother fucking barking dogs'

Vallys day card i made to sell

Inside of the vallys card i made to sell.

Playing with differant mediums

Obvs.

Old sellotape and Grandpa.

Fineline.

Whilst watching Juno.

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Yeah so thats all your getting until i pull my fucker of a finger out and get back into it. I was going to make loads of cards to sell for money but i just DONT have the time and when i do have time i'm so shagged i just want to sleep.

See ya later shaggers.

Daisy there arent any comdoms.

Yeah thats cos everyone in Pilling are shaggers.

Its the only way that your getting out. If you hang around boys like him, they'll bring you down.

An amazing christmas + Alot of 'me' time + debt collectors = Leaving this shit hole you call England.

Yes i am going to Tenerife too work and find myself, hopefully, maybe even find myself a husband. If your one of my close friends, and a close friend who pays attention too me you will know that for some time now i have been thinking against going to uni next year and this christmas has helped me understand what is important in life. I am a real worrier and i dont think i would like to put myself in a situation where i am worrying about paying bills etc when i am already in so much debt. So i am selling my trusty car and 'fucking off'. Before any of you (i am meaning friends now) try and talk me out of this and tell me i am throwing my life away etc just remember this is me and i KNOW its what i have to do too make myself feel happy again. I have to get out of Pilling and this is how i am doing it.

I would love all of your support as i love you all dearly.

On the up side..... HELLO SUMMER CLOTHING.

After i fucking freezing winter i cant think of anything more exciting than wearing a bikini, actually i can. I have a month to get in serious shape. This goes to you Nancy! Who insists on ordering takeaway pretty much every night. NO mum i dont want chinese again. There is only so many differant dished you can order before you realise non of it is even nice. Except maybe special fried rice and salt 'n' pepper spare ribs. Mmmmm I wonder if there are any left overs in the fridge. Be right back....

Anyway yes. Beachwear. Whata breath of fresh air. Cos lets face it who else is sick of these dirty quilted barbours.

Here are some lovely summer pics to put you all in the spirit and me in a diet mood.

Ahh we can wish.

My gal Chloe

He showed off splashing around.

Dont know what this has to do with it, i just love Chloe.

Who knows where i'll be in a years time.

Hopefully not home.

Basically strangers.

I am sorry. I have fully been shit this past month when it comes to blogging. I have been one of the busiest bees if i am honest. So much has been going down chums.

Do you want a quick lowdown? Okay then. Although i am pretty sure it wont be that quick.

Well the last weekend in November brought 'The Big Reunion' This is an indoor festival held in Skegness Butlins organised by 18-30s. Yesss i know what your thinking. Geez 18-30s? and yes i did this year go on an 18-30s holiday and boy did i learn a thing or too but thats another story. Anyway still drunk on holiday me and Larry decided to pay through the nose for tickets to this event.

The weekend started with me decided it would be the best idea in the world to have 'Lazza' temporarily tattooed on my leg and ended in me partying with the rich and famous, Demanding bottles of champagne, patting Tinie Tempah on the back, telling fibs to 'The Holloways', nuzzling into Pritchard of Dirty Sanchezs' coat and smooching with a band member.... or two.

Standard.

The next weekend was my birthday and with it came a party i wont be forgetting in a hurry. I turned 22 and as my Nancy could tell i was feeling sad about this, decided to throw a house party for me. It was held at my house, in Pilling so there for was fucking weird.

I should explain that Pilling is a very exclusive village and very hard to fit in, as my family moved there from Lancaster about 8 years agowe still arent classed as part of the village. Which by the way is FULL of inbread mother fuckers and local gossips. As we arent really 'part' of the village yet we seem to socialise with all the waif and strays, thus making my party something ridiculously out of the ordinary.

Alot of karaoke, alcohol and general ridiculous behaviour resulted in 3 people coming out of the closet, a friend advising people in failing relationships to 'just buy a strap on' and me staying in my birthday outfit for 48 hours. Niiice.

This weekend was meant to be a quiet one but my lovely mummy gave me one of my christmas present early and so i had to go out to show my new 70s jumpsuit from toppy. I would recommend one to anyone, my stumps looked asthough there had been an extra metre added onto them. (Thanks Nancy)

It worked anyway.

Think i am in love. So that it a quick de-briefing of my month. I have loads i need to post, things that have real importance and i am happy to say my fashion show garment is well on its way, i am currently at college whilst i type this so i will take a few snaps of it and get them uploaded.

Crash. Bang. Whallop. Whata Picture. Whata picture whata photograph.

I'll be your private dancer. Dancer for moohlah.

Some sketches from my private sketchbook. Thought i should upload them to keep you interested THAT and the fact am in the middle of watching 'Orphan' and I am completely shit scared so i am multi-tasking so i dont concentrate too much on the film. Think ima have to get in my mums bed tonight.

grow a pair

As much as I parp on about shaving my hair, I literally DONT have the balls. (Parp. LOL at this word. Did anyone use to read magazines like 'Mizz' and 'Shout' who all had 'the ring of shame' pages which consisted of celebs snapped in awkward positions, a speechbubble from their bottoms and the words 'Parp' inside. How lovely).

Yeah so head shaving. I think its brilliant i truely do but sadly like I said i dont have the balls OR a thin enough bod for it (sadly as i have been told i'd be the 'curvy' bandmember. Cheers mate)

As i know Jose will be reading this (as she recently graffitied my facey-b wall saying i need to post) i think she should have this done. Here are a few pics of Agyness Deyn gracing the trend. (Aggy Aggy Aggy, always made them sad BUT DID she ever make them happy?)

Would also just like to point out that i DONT like this girl. In the slightest. Agyness i mean, Not Josie. Her voice is horrendous and her bezzie is an annoying woofter who gets on my 32e's (YEP. 32 e's) and is only good at making tights. Occasionally.

The shoots pretty mint tho.

I wouldnt mind doing something like it if i can talk Josie into shaving her Do' and Ruby can style and i can take the pics. Oooh it could be a bonding session.

Josie's had her hair cut. Dunt she look a right nut.

BACKOFTHENET

This is how i felt (in a nutshell) once i had purchased these amazing Purple velvet over the knee platforms. I wanna look like a 70's bond girl and these will help me on my way.

I even included the 'ahhhhhhhhh' sound effect before leaning back cockily. Are you getting cocky? Yeahhhh.

Against the world and society
Girls that make you go weak at the knees
The fun starts on the balcony
The perfect girl from the bond film

Yes I can see it that you want to be with me
I can see it that you want to be with me

WHO ARE YA? WHO ARE YA?... Angel of the north.

two words. SPANK.BANK.

Nuff said.

Eurgh. I didnt know what that was then.

I have finally bought my fabric for the Fashion show. Yeah boy. This is big news and rather than feeling as stressed about it as i was before today i am actually now looking forward to start work on my garment.

Our theme is 'Inside out' So we have had to focus on bones, cells, blood.... Mmmmm steak. I'm a vegetarian. GOD I LOVE STEAK and i WILL put chicken in your mouth when your sleeping 'Jim'.

Instead of going for a full on blood fest (because like i once admitted i am infact abit of a girly girl- Nah am not actually) Anyway i have opted on printing on to my material with either silk paints OR screen priniting it.

Heres some of my sketchbook work for this brief.

Close up Mr.Deville.

Will keep you posted.

Hello boyyys.

WHERE has River Island come from? Whipping out all these fab pieces. I am in love with this foxy red number.

NOT to mention these beautys. No offence too anyone who likes River Island but i always avoided it cos i thought it was just tacky crap which the designers insisted on branded every piece with a visable R.I logo. Asthough you'd be showing off the fact everyone is wearing the same outfit as you on in the club. Errr body in the club getting tipsy. Its gettin' hot in herre. So take off all your clothes. I am getting so hot, i wanna take my clothes off. Nelly hang all out. Mix a little bit a ah, ah, With a little bit a ah, ah. Nelly just fall out. Give a little bit a ah, ah. With a little bit a ah, ah. Nelly hang all out. With a little bit a ah, ah. And a sprinkle a that ah, ah. Nelly just fall out. I like it when ya ah, ah Girl, Baby make it ah, ah.

Strip the bush. Naked. Strip naked.

Yeah so i went in and saw these. The jacket was a little pricey for my budget but i am seriously considering borrowing my mums credit card and purchasing this bad boy. The shoes are 25 squid in the sale.

I asked the sales assistant about opening up a River Island card. They stopped doing them. Oh my hat! Its resulted in me calling the lady a 'smallboy' and trashing Lancaster River Island. I got a fine on the spot and i am due in court in 3 months time.

JJ.