on the road again

so today is the day that me and meg go to see Brand fucking New in london, and we will surely be leaving moderately soon? so im taking the chance to write a blog while we play the waiting game. we will be getting the train to wembley this evening, and today we may hit china town and camden, which is hella exciting. its the first weekend in 3 months that i havnt seen my lovely boy but he has exams and i will not poison his brain or be a temptress, i shall leave him to his revising. hank and i are bonding oh so much (hank is the newly acquired guinea pig and he sure is a bastard) and he now lives inside my hair. anyway! i have not much more to say apart from possibly goodbye, im not sure i'll come home alive 

just put me down

i feel like shit. im back at college for the first time in about 5 weeks (due to being lazy aswell as being snowed in i just havn't gone to college. lame.) im now sat in the usual extended project, writing this. after suffering from lack of sleep for the last few weeks, im finally feeling to brunt of all this bullshit. im literally fatigued, my body is bored of being awake and energetic and is putting up a fight to go into shut down. had a migraine last night which sucked nuts, and for some pathetic reason i still have it. probably after sitting under that fucking epileptic-fit-inducing flickering light in the textiles room. college is so homo its unreal, after being away for so long ive realized why im so reluctant to be here. its a load of shit, the people are shit, the lessons are shit. ive got so much work to do and so little friends that every day here is like some little pathetic physcological torture. its not that long till i get to flick some V's at this place and never see it again but ive got till the 28th of june to sit out. ive also decided im going on a gap year, which means some really banging blogs for all 12 of you followers. love you gaiz btw (L) my leg is still being spazzy, im putting it down to it being mildly dislocated. my brain feels like its about to burst and cover my neighbouring computer into chunks of grey sludge. my little finger still FUCKING hurts from that FUCKING cactus. BUT, i have a lovely lump of citrine hanging off my neck- for all of you who dont know what that is, its a very nice crystal- for its healing powers. after going into the crystal shop yesterday to get perscribed a nice shiny stone to obliterate my alements, i felt pretty tranquil. plus this rock looks fucking cool, it just makes me not so hostile about the whole shitty life, just makes me apathetic. this whole typing with my last word of a sentence bold is awesome.

OH GEE WHIZZ

HOW I DO ENJOY THIS EPISTOLARY LIFESTYLE OF MINE

dont you just hate it when

you're in the middle of doing some bad ass essay, you put your work down to go make a cuppa, and then you come back and that bic medium has vanished off the face of the planet. im normally pretty good with knowing where things are, but biro's seen to just dissolve or evaporate as soon as they leave my grip. anyway. biggest news of today; i finally washed my hair. im a new woman.

another day in paradise

been sat at my work station again, no one will ever understand how much danger i am in by this constant apathy and lethargic behavior. the sordid affair taking place between my ass and the sofa is something to be concerned about. if my skin binds itself into the very suede fabric of the sofa im going to have some serious issues. anyway, today ive missed college again because im still snowed in to this god damn house. my work station is steadily become more of a bomb site, with horse hair, bits of bone and a hell of a lot of string. my body is finally beginning to resist the cold, but i have also taken new plans of action in order to avoid the cold, such as not going outside for a fag, but smoking through the cat flap. also, not getting changed but just overlapping layers upon layers of filthy clothing and using the dirt on your body as an extra layer of insulation... i should really just have a shower and go back to college.

OH SHIT

dear journal; i feel my plight is inevitable. my hair has reached new standards of filth and intolerance to my attempts to tame or sustain normality. hygiene is a thing of the past. my teeth have little furry coats on and ive  been eating a hell of a lot of garlic, and we all know what that means. breath like shit. anyway, today i have had yet another day of moiling and toiling around the house with meg. once again ive moulded myself to the welt in the sofa; the grove which has been carved by my hot mummah bootay. i have read spacula, done some drawing, re-formatted all of my textile art and contemporary fashion analysis's, and constructed an aesthetically pleasing to-fucking-do list. so boo-fucking-hoo to all yo suckaz with no organization skills. i've also decided to go vegetarian for a while for a multitude of reasons; 1- im getting really fucking chunky fat so im thinking eating less corpse will do me and my love handles the world of good (meg says dont eat too much cheese). 2- anthony decided it was okay for me to go vegetarian if i wished, so no more KFC visits for us. he's sacrificing a lot for me bless him. 3- i like animals, i dont think eating them is too cool, chicken is just too tasty. 4- listening to meg going off it about her vegan views really does sink in, its like subliminal messaging, but in a harmless way, its more like an epiphany or a realiztion. 5- veg is so tasty, who needs meat. anyway yeah, that was a point of today. also spent 2 hours piercing my nose, and i put out pretty well. i was not pains hostage and took it like a real man. apart from that, thats about it. its quarter to 4 in the morning and me and meg are going strong. we pretty much work as a unit in every damn thing we do- a sentient being you may say... anyway. ive got nothing else to say. but i really miss this one... he makes a good cuppa.

"this cursed land, where the devil and his children walk with earthly feet"

survival instincts are kicking in. intuition imperative. i havnt left this house since tuesday morning, and its now saturday evening. i also havnt washed my hair in approximately 8 days and i fear its going to all fall out. ive been so cold all day, ive tried to make movement that will burn energy minimal. no excessive uses of brain power or anything that will take away body heat. which means today i have been stationary on the sofa apart from moving for the necessities and vital resources. such as going for a piss or fetching another cup of tea. i could show Bear Grylls a thing or two about survival. more snow on the way... and i say, bring it the fuckkkk on.