I like sorting my day into pictures, its simple and descriptive.
Today was ok to be honest, work was generally hilarious but my mind is elsewhere currently and i cannot wait to go on holiday and just lie in the red hot sun with my bikini on been proud of my body whilst watching some chunky fuckers roam around in bad one pieces. I want some romance today, I'm feeling slightly broody and hormonal but fuck me that's pretty normal for me.
I think this is beautiful, such a sweet moment between two people. I love the way that they are intertwined with each other just chilling on the stairs with a brew.
I need this jar, however i need money to put in the jar and well that is going a bit thin at the moment considering I've just paid for a holiday and I'm learning to drive. Plus the below image takes most of my next months wage with it.
Hair extensions, yes i have decided im going to have weave done because im fed up on clip ins. Ive worn clip in extensions since i was 14 and i know them in and out... they are not effective for thick hair which is one down fall.
The others go on to long and i can see my stupid laptop battery dying as i type.
But to sum up, im having weave long brown extensions that i can FUCKING CURL!!
Starbucks, i havent had one for so long. Partly because i cant drink coffee due to my silly sensitive stomache. I just love the cup, its so pretty and cute.
I want one, i'll have to put hot chocolate or chamomile tea in it.
I miss taking photos, of friends, of flowers, generally of anything.
I miss that i seem to of stopped caring about myself as much, yes i have learnt to be stronger and not to take this shit that i used to... but i noticed the other day, i don't take pictures of myself any more.
Whats that all about, maybe I'm not as vain as i used to be or i just don't have time any more. When i was younger we used to take thousands of pictures together or of each other. The webcam was constantly out, snapping away taking silly pictures or tarting ourselves up so that boys would add us on bebo or msn.
I miss those days so much, they were simple and easy... the most you worried about was where you would get the vodka from on a Friday night after school. Life was a laugh, actually life was just easier even though at the time we never thought it was.
I miss havingrandom parties, having stupid fights,rolling down hills, giggling at the thought of talking to "that boy you fancied". I miss day trips to no where special, i miss getting ready to go out on a Saturday night and knowing that i could get totally shit faced and not caring that I'd be hungover.
Generally, i miss my real teen years, that point between turning 14 and 18 because they were the fun times.
Don't get me wrong, i love having a job which brings in a semi decent wage, i like where my life is now but i do miss the days of having a great big group of friends. Oh yeah they'd stab you in the back and call you a bitch the second you put a toe out of line, but damn those friends would defend you, they'd be there for a good bitch and they'd be there at 9am to run to the girls toilets andslap on a load more makeup. It was fun, it taught me a lot about friendship... also taught me a lot about back stabbing, hateful bitches but well thats not something you dwell on its just something that you take with you. Its the reason i can be a very loyal friend.
I just miss getting drunk on Redsqaure, i miss wearing boot cut jeans, i miss having sleepovers and hiding the vodka bottles under the bed, most of all... i miss having fun.
Growing up sucks, turning 21 will suck more. End of rant.
I'm proud, a little self-centered, blunt and hardly diplomatic.
Grumpy, opinionated, loyal and i'll fight my corner even if i am wrong. Give me enough reason and i'll hate you, hand me a brew and i'll be your friend forever.