AW MAN

I had a really good blog about how Psychology is a real science, because I'm sick of all the narrow minded twats claiming that it's a hollow subject full of "guesswork" (see here).

Well it got deleted when my internet died.
So you'll just have to cope with this non-blog.

It's a real science you SHITS!

Boringgg

I literally have nothing new to say.
But I know that some people are undergoing various levels of distress due to my lack of blogging.

Well, a few days ago I watched 'District 9'. It was good, I liked it.

No, I'm not going to review it, fuck you.

I've been spending most of my evenings drawing aimlessly. Trying 'futilely' to link my pointless doodles to my art topic. Sometimes I scare myself with my warped creativity, seriously. I barely pay attention to what I'm drawing and then when I next properly focus on the page, I'm genuinely concerned for my sanity.
No, not really they aren't that bad. If you're an arty person you'd probably grasp the underlying concept. Probably.

I'm also trying to convince my Dad to let me stay at home while him, my stepmum and my sister go to Lanzarote. I'm not sure what date it is exactly when our A-Level results come out, but I know for a fact that I would be abroad when they do. Stepmum saw it as only an inconvenience: I can just lounge on a sunbed working on my tan when results day comes.

NO.
Unacceptable. I don't want to find out whether my plans for the next three years of my life will fall into place by TEXT. And if I dont get the grades I need I have to go through clearnance anyway, and I would have to at least be somewhere with an internet connection.

So screw them I'm staying at home. Also, if I were to go, I would leave on the 14th, which is the day J gets back from Amercia. It's like the icing on the cake of shit timing.

14th.

So I made it through the worst part of Mother's Day without vomiting or accidentally punching anyone in the face.

I hate Mother's Day.
I hate even just saying 'happy Mother's Day' and having to smile as if I geninely mean it. I hate having to hug her, she still feels like a stranger even after nine years.

As far as I'm concerned, she has been far from a Mother to me or my sister. So basically, today is just one lie after another:

'Happy Mother's Day'
'I hope you like your presents'
'I'd love to make you tea'
'I hope you don't accidentally inhale it and choke to death'

It's all bullshit anyway. Most of these holidays are; Valentines Day, Mother's/Father's Day, Christmas. All commercialised, all skin deep.

Today is just another painful reality check. Not just for me, but for my Nan especially. She lives in Stockton-on-Tees, near Birmingham. We see her once a year, but I'd like to see her more.

Basically, her daughter died of breast cancer, and then a year later her son died of a heart attack. So I call her alot whenever I have the chance, and I send her letters. I can't imagine what she must go through today.

So for some of us Mother's Day is a pleasant reminder of how much we love and appreciate our Mums. For others it's just a slap in the face.

Aaahh depressing blog sorry!
On the bright side, yesterday I got Sara the most awesome T-Shirt ever.
And in 45 minutes I'm going to see 'Alice in Wonderland'

With my Stepmum, but you can't win them all ;)

London Pride 2010

Screw you, Ann Summers. You too, La Senza.

I'm serious, apparently I'm supposed to be the 'prefect' or 'ideal' bra size and pretty much everything I want is unavailable or out of stock.

I was basically trying to figure out what to wear to Pride this July. The theme is 'Paint the Town Red', but we've decided to make our own little in-group meaning we all wear as little clothing as possible.

For me, it is a lovely excuse to march around London in underwear lingerie.

Anyway, the bra I wanted to wear is this one or this one but I also like this one

As for stockings, I can either go complete slag, slighty more sophisticated, or these (which are cute)

Obviously I'll be wearing a skirt. And obviously it will be ridiculously short.
So, any of you guys feel like tagging along?

Right this post is rather superficial and not particularly in-depth so here is some more ART ART ART to make up for it.

Darling Sister.

My sister just touched her nose with her tongue, sniffed and said:
'Mmm smells good! But that's probably because I chew clean towels all day'

What.

I think she is a very special person. She has an alter-ego called 'Dawag', who has an alter-ego called 'Kittay'.

Dawag doesn't bother me too much, but Kittay is a bit different.

Kittay comes out when she is angry. Kittay screams a lot. The other day Kittay was getting very upset and said the only way to get her to stop shouting was for me to pour her a glass of Coke.

Okay she just informed me that Kittay has an alter-ego called 'Gay Bird'. I think I'd better go.

short.

I have recently taken to doing the exact opposite of what my step mum expects of me.
For example, a few weeks ago on a school morning, I was minding my own business eating my cereal, and she reaches over and pulls up my top.

I'm guessing that was her way of saying I was showing too much cleavage?

So I basically went straight upstairs and put on a push-up bra.

And today, I came upstairs to find her dusting my room. I went in to put some socks away and she said 'I'm just dusting what I can'. I guess that meant she was attempting to dust lovingly for me, but couldn't get to some surfaces because my room was a TIP.

WELL IT WASN'T.

So I just dropped my socks on the floor and walked out.

Texts From Last Night

textsfromlastnight.com
When you're bored, go there. Here are a few samples:

(219): She said her black crocs were her 'dress up crocs'.

(484): I'm guessing you're the one that tried to make bacon in the toaster.

(650): Last thing I heard her say before I passed out was 'this is great. I never get to be the big spoon.'

(516): I can't remember past the part when we filled his tub with skittles.

(218): Dude, the women on the view have some valid arguments.
(1-218): You know how I know you're gay?

(630): When the cops found him they made him empty out his pockets. No phone, no ID, just muffins.

(402): She broke up with me using backstreet boy lyrics.
(1-402): You deserved it if you knew it was backstreet boys.

(617): Shut up. I wear heels bigger than your dick.

(303): Who do I fuck, the girl waiting for me upstairs or her roomate making me mac and cheese right now?? This is the single hardest decision I've always wanted to have to make.

You can't make that shit up.