Body Modification

Yes. Tattoos, piercings, scarifications. I'm making plans, darlings. Here's a list:

• Tongue pierced 2 more times
• Lip pierced with a ring on the left side (possibly both sides)
• Tattoo - star outline behind right ear
• Tattoo/scarification on left side of ribs
• Tattoo of a frog someplace
• Nose ring or stud
• Nipple piercing? Or somewhere worse? Do I dare?

In all that lot will cost about 300 pounds. (For some reason, my keyboard doesn't make the pound symbol. When I press that button, it gives me a #. And when I press the # key, I get a \.)

I know that being a walking freakshow will likely make me unemployable. But hey, look at all the people who want to give me work now. Yeah. Like they even bothered to reply to my applications. I don't need to work. I don't need money. Except to pay for clothes. And shampoo. And hair dye. And piercings. And tattoos. Wow, my plan is so flawed. Let's go!

Trash-Head

I just realised that pretty much every post on this page involves me getting drunk or stoned or both. Oh dear.

Party At My House!

Yes. I was actually allowed a house party. A cocktail party, no less. Although the 'cocktail' thing was basically everybody pouring themselves vile mixtures of spirits. We all got incredibally drunk. And yeah, I know you aren't supposed to get wasted at your own party, but fuck it. I'm not missing out on that amount of free booze. My MUM bought it for me. Good, huh? My 18th birthday party, though I'm not 18 for another 4 days.
Now, my memories are a little hazy, but here are a few things worth blogging from last night. We had weed, now its lost. Teddy got really really fucked. My boyfriend Dave was there. Santi arrived having already drunk nearly a whole bottle of rum. Lara arrived and within 5 minutes was in my bed with Santi. Luckily I'd already used my bed. Sammie and Josh bought me some balloons saying 'it's a boy'. I fell down a hill onto my head, because we walked up to the park in the dark. Did I mention that I was really wasted? Haych and Euan came in Euan's mini. Lol, they are a couple, and they both have an old mini. Everyone was being really couple-y.
There was an INSANE amount of girl on girl action. Becki, Lara and EmmaDyke were at it to start with, then we had Dyke and Santi doubleteaming and '8 fingers!!!!!'. And then Becki left and somehow I ended up joining in. And everyone was watching. Until we went upstairs. Just... that has really lowered my purity test score. And I realised that I am completely oversexed. It's driving me insane. I can get myself off just by thinking about it.
The next morning, Jess was feeling rather ill, but everyone else was fine. Which is quite strange, and probably unfair. Actually, I felt brilliant. So we all had tea and toast, then went on our merry ways.
And I had to tidy up. But nothing got broken, nobody was sick, and there was very little mess. Bring on the next party!

End Of Holidays

Well, I think this has been the best summer holidays ever. And tomorrow, it's all over, and I'm back at school. I don't even mind. I'm doing nice subjects, I'm blonde, and I have some new jeans.

It does mean that I don't get to see Dave in the week so much though. Weekends are amazing though, I think we're going out this weekend for Darren's birthday. Went out last Saturday for Foldey's birthday as well, and soon its my 18th. At last, I will no longer get thrown out of pubs :).

This last 7 or so weeks have been mad fun. Pentrich festival, the house party, weed, pubs, camping, climbing, sea swimming, being in the Belper News (complete with spliff), Whitby, Jess' parties, and generally hanging out with my lovely lovely friends.

This is just a mushy fat lump of love and stuff, so I think I'll shut up and go do something useful. Like MySpace. Or playing Oblivion on the PS3 *geek love*

Jess' Results Day Party

Wow that was fun. Dave met all my friends, everyone got really drunk, I smoked way too many cigarettes, and I invented a new, lethal, cocktail. Absinthe, vodka, and Ribena. Vampsinthe. And yes, it gets you drunk. Especially if it is drunk after huge amounts of alcopops.

Jess always has great parties. Love you Jess!

Me and Dave got home really late. My Mummy doesn't like me much any more. Just because I was really late twice in one week.

I'm going to have my 18th birthday party at the Fleet. Got to get planning!

Drunk

Woooooooooooo! Yeah motherfuckers. I'm drunk.

Absinthe, Vodka, Lambrusco, wine, oh yeah.

It was Sophie and Jess' Masquerade Ball. I wore my ballgown! ultra smexy cool

Though now I'm home I've scrathchiedcut myslef some, it isn't so bad. Tomorrow I swear I'll eat nothing. I'll update on that later, coz I always think I'll fast, but then eat loads. (I suck like that)

But I LOVE alcohol. But I'm not an alky. I only drink at parties. I love parties.

Paris

We left on Saturday 7th at midnight to get to Paris. I never learnt to speak French, but I figured I'd get by. And luckily Anne is doing A level French, so somebody knew what was going on. It was a school trip, so the hotel was scummy, but Paris itself? Gorgeous. And of course, we can get served alcohol. So we drank every night. I have gained some kind of fame for downing a glass of absinthe.

We went to 3 art galleries - Musee de Picasso, Musee d'Orsay, and le Orangerie. We could have gone to more, but our brains were totally full. Monet's Waterlillies are stunning. I didn't think I'd be impressed, I've never been that keen on Monet, but the paintings in real life, were amazing.
Although Anne and Jess are scared of heights, we queued for 2 hourse to go to the top of the Eiffel Tower. It really wasn't worth it, aside from the fact that now I can tell people that I've been up the Eiffel Tower.
We went to the Moulin Rouge as well. Not actually inside, that would be quite inappropriate for a school party, but we took our photos of the us in front of the famous red windmill.

I spent a ridiculous amount of money in Paris, mostly on cocktails and other alcohols. Being drunk will never stop being hilarious. Also, there is a collection of stupid quotes, and they were nearly all said by me. I never thought I was saying anything stupid, but practically everything I said ended up being amusing for one reason or another. Maybe I should be a comedian? Or not.

Some mad things happened in Paris. One guy got drunk and decided to climb between two third floor balconies. A teacher happened to be walking in the street below at the time, so he got into a spot of bother.
Then there was the couples saga. At least 4 couples were on the trip, and some ingenious room-swapping led to them all sharing. Then, somebody grassed them up to the teachers. They were not best pleased.

The men in Paris are generally ugly, and they also seem very, errr... forward. They look you up and down, blatantly, as though you were just meat, and some even say 'Ooh la la'. I thought that was just a stereotype. Some really awful guys tried to chat us up, but luckily we all know the French for no. Sadly, we didn't know how to say 'Fuck off, you prick'.

Another amazing note, to add to the joyful Parisian joy, is that, despite eating croissant, bread, jam and orange juice for breakfast, and then eating out for lunch and dinner, and drinking a lot, I didn't put on any weight. It is a true miracle. Or maybe the miles of walking helped. We only got to use the Metro in the last two days. But the Metro is really good. Paris is better than London.