I'm not buying Dazed anymore. For £4 it just doesn't feed me like it used too. Apart from this amazing random spread. What Dazed does best...things that make no real sense.

No Mag.

i-D Summer 2011, shot by Wolfgang Tillmans. Source.

I've become one of those bloggers who only ever posts to apologise that they haven't been blogging. So let's just assume that you already know I'm sorry & carry on. A quick post of these amazing photos of Gaga, because she's been on my mind lately, around the UK, being rammed down my throat by the media. How wonderful are they? I mean, all her imagery is killer (apart from the recent album/single covers) but I thing something really new was captured here. I love. I love big time.

In other news: my education is almost over, a book recommended by my English teacher, the Electric Michelangelo is finally really good, Das Racist were fucking awesome on Saturday night, & are just in general, I have made some new purchases (yay!), have also bought two ma-hoo-sive maps & my life pretty much consists of planning physics revision that I'm not doing, business plans & spreadsheets at the moment. Roll on half term.

How are you?

Another post of unorganized thoughts. Sensing a theme...? Anyway. Bruises. The coolest internet comic strip thingy xkcd which often makes me laugh & sometimes leaves me in awe with the creators knowledge on everything from maths & physics too uhr...photoshop? I suggest you go there now! It will make you laugh & feel smart all at the same time. Perfect. & some Addams Family Values because after watching it for the first time as part of mine & Jesus' Christina Ricci obsession, I have now watched it like 3 times. Still in love. I want my future family to be like that. Minus the killing. Note to self: goth up.

Had an art exam today as I'm sure you're enthralled to hear. 12 hours is too long to do textiles, there's nothing that takes 12 hours (or just 12 hours) so I got to leave 3 hours early, score! Completed everything I needed too so I'm just hoping my art teacher doesn't mark me down because a) he doesn't really like me & b) I finished 3 hours early. Anyway so that's art done. Now it's just physics...for a whole other month.

Dammit.

This is one of those dresses that gets comments every time I wear it. Usually from the couple of people who have actually realised that the girls on my dress are flashing. I love that sometimes, from a distance it looks like a floral print, & it's more unexpected when you realise all their skirts are blown up.
After whole heartedly deciding not to go last night. After painting my nails multi-pastel colours Cat wormed her way into my brain & convinced me too. We were late, but luckily so was Mr. Doherty & well...it was beautiful. Odd but charming. I wish I could've really got in there & shown my adoration rather than standing at the back with goosebumps the whole night, having flash backs to Reading. But hey, I guess that just makes me a proper grown up.

Sunny!

Back on track. Physics exam went surprisingly well, or at least ok today. Well chuffed anyway. Now just need to do some revision to the theory paper tomorrow. Then decide if I'm allowed to go & see Mr. Doherty...or not.

Anyway, I've been wearing this a lot but never put it on the blog because it's so...well...a bit boring. But it's about quality. The shirt is a cotton silk mix that is like the best fabric ever (apart from cashmere obvs) & it does have like some weird faded dye job but I stole it from my mum after she got in the Gap sale so I guess there must've been something wrong with it. Also, fills my need for a tied bottom shirt at the moment, without actually having to seek out & purchase one. I guess I could cut the arms off as well, but that would be sacrilege. But yes, this is what I wear to a physics exam. A see-thru shirt & skin tight disco pants. & I wonder why I don't fit in?

Loser?

I have just gone to college for my first of four physics practical exams, only to find that I was an hour & a half late. I'd written the times down wrong. & now I am, officially, the flakiest stupidest person on the planet. Or so it feels like. At least it was a re-take. At least it was just my money I wasted. Cried & screamed along to Be Your Own Pet all the way home. Now I've taken to my bed, with food, a laptop, a phone & an A2 physics text book to mope/get prepared for tomorrows 9am exam (I will triple check the time). Sucks I can't even go out & take out my frustrations on some sweaty people in a mosh pit.
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Fuck.