have just

got my ass handed to me by leeds fest. have a serious cold, a burnt tongue and a head full of happy memories. and snot. i'll be back when i'm alive.

fucking fuck

AARGHHHHHHHHH FUCKING UNIVERSITY ONLINE APPLICATION IS FUCKING IMPOSSIBLE FUCKS SAKES RRAGAHHHHHHHHHH
i might actually be sick, i am that angry

oh my life

i have just returned from the gym, because sometimes i actually go instead of just saying i will, and it was horrible. i went on the treadmill because after hovering near the cross trainer for five minutes shyly pressing buttons like i was trying to ask it on a date, the girl next to me told me it was turned off. i think she thought i was loitering because i fancied her, which i didn't. she wasn't my type at all. so i went on the treadmill until i thought i was going to die. when i left i had a sensationally red face, like terrifyingly red, and i started walking home. then some horrid mean boys laughed at me and asked me what was wrong with my face. i completely did not know what to say though. i just grimaced like a red-faced loon. it seemed unfair that i got abuse for trying to lose weight and be healthy, if anything they should have been saying 'that sheen of sweat on your moustache area and forehead are a sign of hard work and dedication. well done'
but no.
i have downloaded monkey island special edition for the xbox to reward myself for being soooo excellent and going to the gym. so that's all i'll be doing tonight, along with eating a jacket potato and fuming silently about my shameful glowing face. god, why does my scalp have to sweat? there's so much hair that it all gets wet at the roots and makes me look like i don't wash.
i'm going to have a bath now because i smell of gym and sweat, and the smell is quite violent.

absolute

favourite song. it helps that it's raining and i can look out of the window dreamily as it plays. i'm going to dye my hair pink again so i won't look scruffy and rootalicious anymore. you might even get a picture, you lucky lucky people. (if i post one, listen to the song below while you look at it. it will make me seem prettier and like i should be in garden state being an indie hipster like zack thingie from scrubs)

kjhfsd

one of the plethora of things i hate is fashion. just pretty much in its entirety. or at least i hate high fashion, with all the wanky designers and ridiculous price tags. i especially hate people who try and be trendy, because you just know if those weird giant legged aladdin trousers weren't in magazines and worn by celebrities that they'd mock the shit out of people for wearing them. if assless chaps come into fashion they'd wear them and think they were hot shit.
so
STOP WEARING UGG BOOTS
STOP WEARING ALADDIN'S TROUSERS
STOP WEARING PRETENDY ALL SAINTS BOOTS
STOP TUCKING YOUR JEANS IN AT THE ANKLE
STOP WEARING BODY WARMERS
STOP WEARING MILITARY GEAR
STOP WEARING CROPPED JACKETS
STOP WEARING ALL OF THIS SHIT
I BEG FROM THE BOTTOM OF MY HEART, MAKE ME HAPPY AND LEARN TO FUCKING DRESS YOURSELVES