Fuck all

Yes, I've pretty much done fuck all.


I've done a bit of graphic work, I've drunk about a gallon tea and I've made the ultimate in comfort food. I've listened to Wounded by Good Charlotte a few too many times. And have not done any writing, but I will in a minute because I want to get my prologue down and stop it floating around in my mind.
Oh yes and my dutch mate forgot how old I was again and mistook me for a 17yr old again. Yes, aparently according to much of my family and one or two of my friends I do seem older than I am.
I suppose I should post a pic of me, but at the moment my hair is too long and needs to be cut which is why when I try to spike it, it flops over in the most pathetic and irritating way. Oh well, it will be cut next week on Thursday. I may have a slightly different style but I doubt it, I might just convince my mother to let me have it red.
The saga of my hair is a long tail, my mother didn't want me to have it short, so I did it in stages, every time I had my hair cut I had it a little shorter, yes it went from shoulder length to jaw length to mullet to short (the mullet was a curse). And now its short I a) don't get that paranoid about it and b) Feel more confident. Except when its long like it is now because it really makes me cringe when it won't do what I want it to. All I have to do now is convince her to let me have it black, that is what I really want. I hate being a blond, not that theres anything wrong with blonds its just I'm not that enthusiastic about being one.
My mother has now finally given up trying to get me into a dress so I'm happy about that, but that doesn't stop her trying to incorporate colour into my wardrobe *vein pops out of forehead thinking about it* its not that I don't like colour, I'm all for dark colours its just the pastel colours that irritate me. There all bright and pasty and just do nothing for the image. The image is sacred worship the image, black trousers, a shirt/shirt over t-shit, steel toe capped boots/black converse with red stitchin, leather jacket worn/carried, skull necklace, ring fine, black belt and chain, thats fine that’s my image (as well as the spiky hair) pastel colours would ruin the image. Totally ruin the image.
Black and pastel-no don't get me started. Black and red, fine, black and white, fine, black and my pimpin shirt (deep purple pin striped affair) fine, black and pastel NO! not happening in my image.
I'm horribly vain I know but the image is me, its how I feel comfortable and happy (as well as looking totally out of the closet)
Not that theres anything wrong with pastel colors I just dislike them intensely if you like them and there your image and it works fine I have no problem with that.
(I'm aware that I'm ranting and this is probably littered with spelling mistakes but in all fairness I am dyslexic so its not insolence.)
My mother and my dad are going to a Joss Stone concert; they asked me if I wanted to go.... I politely told them to go screw. I'm afraid rock is more my suit and I'm afraid Joss Stone sends me to sleep as does Nora Jones, and Snow Patrol for that matter, if you like them however I have no problem with you they just bore me.
I am now listening to HIM, yes my new 'fad' as they call it. I'm very into the gothic grungy depressing rock, but saying that I like Jethro Tull, the Eagles, Crowded house, Mike and the Mechanics, some jazz, blues and soul I can put my hand on my heart and blame my dad for that, its the stuff I grew up with. Yes when I was young I didn't listen to pop (regurgitated garbage no offence if you like it) no I was a hippy child, I lived on Jethro Tull (not literally) so as you can imagine I was a very very very strange kid (added to the fact that I had a multitude of imaginary friends, as I had no friends, a vivid imagination and was very much a loner).
Yes I am a very odd person, I collect old coins, rocks (only interesting ones mind), bottle caps (sometimes) and ideas. Oh and I had a very nice collection of empty beer cans on my window sill before my mother decided to throw them away.
Yes my friends I am one of these people who will play the sims2 for 12 hours and not think twice about it. I am one of these people who will rant on about utter garbage (such as now) and would give a shit if anyone cared. I do have morals though, I'm not all rock collecting eccentric with enough pictures of Kate Moennig that could be considered stalkerish or very bad for the health. *shifty eyes*
I'm a fifteen year old who listens to too much rock and talks to much cosmic drivel and watches Rocky horror too much.
Yes, I suppose this could be the 'welcome to my life' scenario. In case you wanted to know all this random crap about me but I seriously doubt that. I'm an ex cutter and will probably turn into an eccentric drunk who lives next to a graveyard and owns lots and lots of cats. But then you didn't really want to know that, or any of the above I'm guessing so I'll stop before I give myself a cardiac arrest or make your brain turn into mush.

Leo


Yes this is very long I'm aware of that...