I have a job interview,

for Mcdonalds.

You only live once!

A-LEVELS,

at newcastle college are so shit! I think it's like virtually impossible to pass anything, judging my results day when everyone was slashing themselves and jumping of tenth cus of their lush U's and E's! I think the only person who came out with at least one B was Dean Grainger, shocker!? I didn't have any proper exams, but i did get a loverrrrly U in general studies ;)! I don't even know why the college gets paid to 'teach' us this. Who the fuck even pays the college to do it :|? It's acctually the most pointless thing ever and is only ever usefull for judging Stephen Justice on the fact he has not seen flubber, not even on youtube in parts. What a mess.

Anyway, even though i have nothing to winge over seeing as i didn't reaaaaally fail any exams, but i am acctually shit it for when i have my real ones. I have seem to forget everything i have ever been taught about media, and the more time i spend in college i can acctually feel my IQ dropping more. It's not good, worst education ever mate.

I think i might buy a revision book.

I did die my hair, but my mam bought the wrong one and it's gone darker and i've been reduced to taking anti-depressants over it. This hair business has gone to far. Plus every fucker is now dying it bright red and just copying of ME. Seriously it's proper hard to be 'indiviual' around here. I think me and Dan Craig need to get some serious stationary shopping done regarding files, so we look proper out there. Newcastle college finest trend setters. I'm even blogging personal jokes now I don't know what the fucks going on. Anyway, i might just die my hair purple, anyone else does this you will experience how jesus died, on the fucking cross!

Days off.

I know people usually proper love their days off but once i've had my lie in i acctually hate mine. All i do is lie here doing fuck all and never get ready it's so depressing!

Anyway, do really rank people HAVE to get with eachother in public? It's not nice to see. Especially when it's come hippy with long greasy hair and a leather jacket knecking on with some rebel rebel victim. Honestly, weirdest couple ever much? I felt like whitying alll over his doc martins when they sat opposite me on the metro. Do 'people in love', have to keep constant eye contact and smile at eachother? It just looks really gay! I hope i never fall in love, just to save myself the embarrasement on the metro system.

I died my hair. My useless mam bought the wrong hair dye and it's went to dark. Aye, cheers mam you sket. I have zero money and zero make up, it's a bad life. I don't really have anything else to say apart from, listen to, opposite adults by Chiddy Bang, i'm feeling this as my summer song. Also, their is loads of things i want atm that i cannot afford, story of my fecking life :)

Peace out niglets.

Saturday night,

are offically shit. The college are proper wankers you acctually have to go to lessons these days to recieve ema, and nowhere wants to employ me. I think i need to get really creative with my money making choices. That means im either going to become a drug dealer or a pimp. Anyways, lack of funs=lack of things to do on a saturday night. I think im also lacking in friends, not friends but like real friends, people i can rely on. I don't mean to get all me myself and i, but basically i think its time get used to expecting everyone to let you down.

I've been watching sex and the city all night and i've come to a conclusion. THERE ALL FUCKING SLAGS! Seriously there shagging someone knew every fucking episode then winging on they dont have a boyfraaaand. Maybe because the whole of new york city has banged you? Reminds me of other certain effy like characters roaming around pulling evils with their hourse like faces these days.

Honestly, where is the skins lifestyle?

I also STILL need to die my hair and im on the scraps of my make up and i can't afford to buy anymore, so basically i will be looking like the girl of the ring all of this week.

Peace out niggers.

The meaning of life?

I don't understand the concept of death and i don't think i ever will.

I don't get how one day someone can be normal healthy laughing and just there and then the next there not. Where do they go? It's a question that has puzzled on humanity since the dawn of time but looks like it's never going to be anwserd. Maybe where not supposed to know. I've always thought we shouldn't try and anwser this question, we need to live our lives enjoying ourselves not wondering why where here. I dont really care why where here anymore i would just love to seek comfort in knowing when someone has been taken away there still there with us, laughing with us, crying with us, just being here with us. It's not hard to convince yourself a loved one who has passed away is happy where they are, but that still doesn't heal or even begin to help the agonising pain you go through everyday attempting to live life without them, when everything you do is hard and painful and literally feels like your heart is being ripped out and shit on. It still doesn't justify why good people get taken away, and scum of the earth who sponge of society and do fuck all with their lives get a place on this earth but so many decent, loving human beings are forced to leave in the most tragic and unfair ways possible. People say death is a hard thing. That is the most underated saying i have ever heard. Hard does not even come close to describing the pain. How are we even supposed to know their okay? Or if their is life after death. If their isn't, i'd rather just die now and put an end to this fucking bullshit.

FML

Dan Craig described me as an oasis, then told me to make a blog. So i made a blog.

I am probably the worst person in the human race to make a blog, you will understand if you have ever been the victim of one of my story's.

I don't particuarly want to discuss world hunger or the 911, or the haiti situation, or anything that provides any sort of relevance in life.

But i can say this...

How shit is it when you can't go to sleep so you stay awake all night watching jackass, smoking lamberts and drinking tea, then you wake up at 4am the next day? I feel like im wasting my life, it's depressing. I could take some of Sam Bowdens advice and just smoke green all the time but somehow that seems like a bigger waste of time.

So today, i woke up around 3pm, i made some toast, ate some monster munch, smoked some lamberts and watched deal or no deal and some other daytime tv shit. Wednesday is my day off and i don't use it for anything useful or relevant. I might just start living life on the edge and join the army, or maybe even start driving planes into towers on early septemeber mornings, always seemed like a good laugh.

I don't know what else to say apart from, i need to die my hair and im sick of facebook ruling my life.