At one point in my lunch-break we all boycotted my ex. It was awesome, until it wasn't.

Oh. That's a toughie.

I'll start at the easy end: If Edward Cullen came anywhere near me, i'd knock seven shades of sparkle out of him with a baseball bat. If I jump when people walk into rooms, I doubt I can take the stress of waking up with tall, dark and pale, sniffing me.

And, uh, i'm squeamish.

So, I suppose, a very small bite from Lestat.

X

Carol Ann Duffy = awesomesauce.

That is all.

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I bring pretty, obviously edited pictures of a Tring sunset. I have mock mock exams for exams we're not actually doing next week, but weirdly, bar revision, I have accepted my fate. Thinking The Godfather and Wine Gums later.

( Shiny and old. )

A piece of art that took me bleedin' ages. Think of it as really bad Vermeer fan-art. I have pencil streaks down my walls because of this. It is of course, Girl With A Pearl Earring. Which I don't own. I'm going to put this in my sketch-book, and my art teacher is going to rawr at me.

( Et voila... )

Hi!

^^.

Come to think of it that pretty much sums up the whole point of this entry, but anyway, I digress.

The whole point of this journal is to mumble insane things at people who don't really know me. Unless you do, then hi guys!. But i'll get started on the rambling later rather than...now as I may have to eat or i'll pass out.

Woah - I made that ( Read more... )