it's so weird having nothing to do
at boarding school our days are literally mapped out for us minute by minute; there is always some place i have to be
whereas now i am home for the week, this is my first night back and i am already sitting alone wondering what to do. if this were the case at school i would simply wander into the next room and see what my fellow house mates are getting up to.
whereas here..
facebooks so shit. i cannot bring myself to sit staring at it night after night this week.
i need to focus on my work and become a genius by january when i start taking the most important exams of my life.
i need to focus on my driving so i can gladly hold a pink license in my hand by christmas and live my own life.
or
I NEED TO GET I.D AND GET OUT OF HERE RIGHT NOW.

off on a beautiful trip to brighton with my absolute lover.
harry and greg are going on an adventure to the gay capital of the world. PERF.

let me introduce you to the guy who keeps me going

 james alexander treays

literally the love of my life right here.
people claim to be in love with their favorite artist, but trust me, its not an 'obsession' like a 13 year old and justin bieber. i am actually in LOVE with jamie t.
his music. his swagger. his sexy voice. everything about him is just gorgeous.
any other girl who takes a look at him is repulsed by his uncleanliness, facial hair and unkempt appearance. but that's exactly what i like about him. i can imagine his smell. stale cigarettes and aftershave. what a beautiful aroma that must be. his voice flooding through my head and his quirky little quips are really what keeps me going through the long days and nights. i can sit for hours and listen to his albums on repeat and still be thirsty for more.

i'm what some would call a daydreamer

i sit during my 'study periods' and look at people's blogs or sit staring at my facebook news feed. i used to have the excitement of refreshing it every few moments, but now i have the pleasure of sitting back and watch it flash and change on it's own accord, then eagerly sit forward when someone changes their profile picture or writes something mildy amusing on another person's wall. facebook stalking. we all do it. it's human nature.   i find i know a lot more than i should about people i have never met through the wonders of facebook. i'm out and about when i'm struck with a surge of recognition with a non-descript fellow walking towards me. have i met this person in a past life? were we lovers? is this chance encounter supposed to mean something? is this my destiny?

oh wait, yeah that's right i was stalking them on facey b last night, 34 mutual friends, you know how it is. 

it's actually got to the sickening stage where i feel lost without my use of facebook during school hours when it is blocked. yeah, still at school. i actually have the priviledge of going to a fancy boarding school in the countryside. priviledge. strong word. it could be referring to the acres of beautiful land and scenery, the excellent facilities and mind-numbingly brilliant teaching staff. 

or it could refer to the truth. boarding school..is different. 

on saturday nights we get the pleasure of attending the school 'club' where all the girls get a chance to push the boobs up, stick the bums out, and show all da bois their crackin bods.. when we have made our not so significant entrance we hide in corners and slurp down the 2 glasses of wine we are given in order to attempt to get 'wasted'. doesn't usually work. spinning in the ladies toilet usually does the trick though. stumbling back onto the dance floor watching the room spin around is fun for about 2 seconds when it wears off and you realise you're at school and its 9.30pm.

i did have the novel idea of drinking extra substances on top of the 2 beverages provided, and indeed this filled the gap and i proceeded to have a cuh-razay night skankin it up on the dancefloor without a care in the world. of course, i immediately regretted it when i arrived back to my boarding house to be greeted by my housemistress holding the one peice of equipment we all fear: the breathalizer. 

turns out i was 3 times over the drink driving limit. that's pretty awkward seeing as i had approximately 3 sips of an extra beer..BADMAN WHAT?! 

that's the brilliant thing about being such a ridiculous lightweight. i can have 2 shots of vodka and i am READY2GO. 

it can be a bit of a nightmare sometimes though, i remember the first time i consumed alcohol i decided it would be necessary to down an entire bottle of white wine within the space of about 30 minutes. let's just say, i certainly was not present to welcome the new year in that night. 

it's all well and good getting your booze on on saturday nights, but one thing i dont understand is why people of our age take hardcore drugs for fun. i know i sound like an old granny with a pole shoved up her arse, but i really don't get it. for example, lately at school 'seeds' have become very popular amongst the students. from what i've gathered from various reports of students who have taken seeds, you have a short, mildy interesting high, mind numbing hallucinations, and then proceed to vomit anything you have ever ingested for hours on end. mate that sounds SICK, SET ME SOME??!!!

don't take life too seriously. you'll never escape it alive anyway

welcome to st. tropez

'shotgun the middle one. oh wait i think it's a girl'

the taxi's ain't cheap

save water, drink champagne

papagayo

martini sippin'

invites to all the best parties

cosmo cosmo politans

ms hilton

sir allen sugar joins the party at club 55

i wanna rock and roll all night

loverbier.

apres ski

farinet 

coco

dance floor surfing

mummbombs

up the hill

adopted aussie fathers