Sunday 21 June 2009

Strange Glue

So I'm craving more than writing just about fashion and makeup, but I decided to create a more personal blog, which is perhaps in vanity, where I can talk about my life in general.
Because I know these posts are going to be devastatingly tedious I decided to create a separate blog, so that nobody really has to put up with these posts ahaha.
But I'll still be posting on my other blog too.

So, I am going to become a weary traveller and embark on a daunting journey through europe. But don't worry, little glamour is involved as we are travelling solely by train, which is really good because it's green and I won't have to sit there, with flashbacks of Castaway and... other good films about morose travelling disasters going through my head.
Forget Snakes on a Plane, it's going to be Cranky Ginger Adolescent With a Backpack Full of Floaty Clothing on a Train. My clothing has to be floaty because I overheat really easily, just a random piece of trivia for the person who is not reading, there.

Reading back on my past myspace blogs about my journey's to Istanbul back when I was 14, this holiday should be even hilarious-er. In Istanbul I got proposed to by a fish restaurant owner, possibly one of the most terrifying moments of my life, I also shed my former vegetarian self in a bit to actually eat. And I have not yet turned back. Apart from I REALLY hate pork.

I really love how old people look, there's a lot more to look at, and every face tells a story of happiness or general agitation. Sometimes I can't wait until I become haggard, and my skin is seethrough enough to count my dehydrated veins, and my hair is wirey and course, and my earlobes have been pulled by gravity down to my hunched up shoulders. I think it's gonna be about 80 years until I reach this stage, but I'll be happy when my face is a map of the general confusion that is my life. I'll have nothing left to worry about it. I think I'm probably too ready for this stage, that when it comes it'll be miserable and disappointing.

I've been moderately miserable of late, but oddly it's been comfortable. I think it's just been stress of exams and general uncertainties because I can't cease my irritating worrying. Summer is looking promising, but right now I'm almost content being mellow and miserable. Without lows, highs would be disappointing. And I'm more creative at the moment, so it's really not a problem.

I have managed to cease shopping, which is really, really good. I no longer need to rely on the promise of fripperies to make my life seem more utile. No more retail therapy haha!

I have a chemistry exam in a few days, and I really have no intent to actually do well on it. A pass would be nice, but I don't need a sparkly pass. I guess I should attempt to learn stuff though. Textiles has already gone down the drain, which is the one I need, really. And art... ack.

My portfolio will save me, I just need to make it. I've already concluded at this stupidly early stage that I'll never get into St Martins, there goes 6 years of dreaming haha.

I am going to stop this now before it becomes even more depressing, I dread becoming one of these blogs which just complain. There are good things and bad in my life, and there are more good things than bad. I'm actually really lucky to be me, although I don't feel like it all of the time.

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