so yeh.

my blog's kinda dead now...
go here instead

david firth, creator of jerry jackson (and salad fingers, and numerous others)

you fuck.
everytime i see the words LMAO or KTHNKS or OMG all i can hear is jerry jackson going LAMAOW and KATHUNKS or OMAG.

just kidding.
i ADORE jerry jackson.

shitbrix

ergh sleep.

EVOOOOOOOOO TOMORRRRRRRRRRRROOOOOOOOOOOOOW.

NOM.
nom.

tumblr

is cool.
i'll probably only write my Dead Long Rants on here so yeah..
my tumblr! click here if your sexxy. (no pron)

you'll never get nowhere, cause i'm the pacemaker

jamie t is god.

i've not really said anything for a while, except posting pictures that no-one will ever care about (emo) and writing a silly little list that i want to delete now but i'm not going to because the other day i realised how much i regret ripping my year 8 diary to shreds in case anyone read it. i'd really like that back in my hands, in all it's hello kitty'd, manga'd glory. so yeh, i'm not deleting anything from now on because it's funny to look back.

i got an F in my history mock. i'm actually ashamed. i lovve history and i'm quite brilliant at it if i'm going to compliment myself. but i walked into the exam with 5 hours sleep the night before and no revision in the past 2 weeks behind me and all i wanted to do was sleep, not sit in a cold hall for an hour and 3/4 so i wrote a load of rubbish in 45 minutes then fell asleep for the remaining hour.
but i got an A in my science and completed my art project so that balanced it out.


no idea what the point of this is...
i like punctuation.
i have no idea what my favourite colour is and my knees are burning because my stupid laptop is overheating.

kthnks, bai

i like

boys with red hair.
making things, necklaces, mix cd's, collages, etc.
boys with good clothes.
nostalgia.
boys in general.
pasta and pesto and pine nuts
the fact that i think i may be dyslexic. or have adhd.
pretending.
it when people write me notes.
foreign films.
11pm cups of coffee.
music pretentiousness.
nylon magazine.
it when people asking me what my badges mean.
"i should've been born in the 80's".
the really crap cartoons i draw all the time in my 17p asda notebook.
peeling pva glue off my hands.
love lunch café.
"mistakes in the backround"
90's american lo-fi.
williamson park.
stroking calum's name.
lancaster library, right at the front.
seeing bekah in manchester.
sickeningly twee music.
super super magazine.
getting angry.
stupidly long showers.
weird dreams.
when my cat knocks stuff off the windowledge repeatedly. even when you put it back.
jerry jackson's mario parody.
getting obsessed with songs and repeatedly playing them for 3 days.
glitter when it spills everywhere.
pictures of polariods.
it when my mum gets offended at times new viking and dananananaykroyd.
the hope that one day i will get a good picture of me and a balloon.
hair dye.
excusing the "i'd love to go to paris" cliché. because i really do.
phograph blogs.
saying faux instead of fake
roasted broad beans.
lewes herriot's artwork for johnny foreigner.
morrissey.
hoarding things.
sitting on the school field all lunchtime.
chocolate milkshake.
really sweet old people.
working in the mallard tea rooms.
awesome pals!
postsecret.
being an idiot.
my mum's old clothes.
borrowing things.
car, bus and train journeys.
being antisocial with an ipod.
cheese on toast.
cheese and beans on toast.
cheese in general.
alexei berrow slang.

♥

foxes

are amazing.
best. animals. ever.