Art Break

I have made ANOTHER website promoting my art pieces and I would really appreciate if you guys had a look at it/followed me on tumbler! I have spent hours making these websites over the past 3 days my eyes are hurting from the screen. I feel like one of those computer nerds who sit and play COD all day long!

FOLLOW ME ON TUMBLR AND I'LL FOLLOW YOU BACK :)

Tumblr: http://thiemannportraits.tumblr.com/

Art Break: http://www.artbreak.com/ThiemannPortraits

If you want a piece done or any sort of design work feel free to ask me/email/telephone! Prices and commission are negotiable :)

Follow me into the art world.

I've just recently made a website with some of my work from last year (more will be added) I'm hoping to sell some of it and I am available for private commission also! Check it out, Hope you like it :)


http://thiemannportraits.tumblr.com/

Boredom Strikes.

Wow it's been a long time since I posted...Like 5 months?!
Well today has been exceptionally boring in all honesty. Normally on a Sunday me and my best friend at uni, Zoe would be in bed, hanging like hangman, watching some trashy television programme and eating an 8 course meal for the entire day which would normally start with a fry up....

 What really happened was, we didn't go out last night so no I am not nursing my hangover while eating shitloads of pizza bread and watching ''Playing it Straight'' because her boyfriend is here for the weekend I am feeling pretty lonely and it has been a bloody dull Saturday & Sunday I'll tell you that much. I know this sounds awful but honestly I cannot wait for him to leave, I really like him, get along with him blah blah blah but they just sit in her room and be one of those couples. Surely I have someone else to hang out with? WELLLL that's the thing....I don't. Okay that's a tad over dramatic but she is one of my only girlfriends at uni and the rest are boys and you know when your in that mood to have a girly day and talk about girly things?

Maybe If I had a boyfriend things would be different, I wouldn't be so lonely and bored. Not even necessarily a boyfriend but just some male company to pass the time with. I had one of these once but he was just too stupid and brain dead to even actually pass time with. If anything I probably would have preffered to be alone rather than be in the same vicinity as him. But the thing is, I did have a boyfriend when I started uni, not that it felt like I did but now I feel like I can't complain about other people being so dependant on their men and being all vom and coupley, when I did complain the response I have received has been ''Oh but it wasn't like that when you had a boyfriend'' or ''I should set you up with one of Callum's mates?!'' Funnily enough it WAS like that when I had a boyfriend, even though he existed that's all there was to it. It took him 6/8 weeks to come and visit me at uni and as if that wasn't bad enough he would only speak to me every 2 weeks...on BBM and for a limited time only, so when my friend's boyfriend was over which was every single weekend you can only imagine how I felt. You wouldn't have thought that this ''boyfriend'' of mine even existed!

So this is my Sunday Funday...not.

Long Time No See

Again, as usual, I havn't blogged for about 3 months...this is getting ridiculous. I just looked back on my old posts and thought how much my life has changed in the three months just have just flown by.

1.My last post was synical and sounds like the most unhappy single person, talking about wanting to change my behaviour towards men, now I feel very different, you could almost say, happy. I met someone 3 months ago (I havn't blogged in 3 months...coincidence?) and yes, I am much happier now. I'm shocked to say that I have found someone who my family love and my friends adore. I am just so taken back, it might be too good to be true...I should stop being so synical really... I'm just not used to feeling so comfortable with someone, my mother even loves this person. For once, I have chosen ( I cringe to say this SO MUCH) ''Mr.Right''

2. Canterbury University is only about 3 weeks away...

My best friend Alia, came to London a while ago, This is probably the only person who really deeply understands me, on levels that I don't even understand myself. I base a lot of my decisions on advice that she gives me, she fails to do anything wrong most of the time, whereas I cannot make my own decisions and when I do, they normally FAIL and are usually the worst decision to have possibly made.

So... I have 420 profile views, I was so shocked to see this, but then again, I can guarantee that half of the views are people looking for ''Cheska'' from 'Made In Chelsea's blog.

Change.

For the past week I have literally thought about changing who I am. What really made me realise that I need to change aspects of my life are my two friends, Ollie and Griff. They made me realise I don't really have much self respect and I need to stop messing around and selling myself cheap.

All I have done since I split up with my ex boyfriend (17 months ago) is mess around with guys purely because being single was something new to me as I was in two long term relationships since I was 15.

I wasn't this person before, I used to never ever sleep with anyone apart from in relationships. I used to have some self control and I think a year ago I started to lose it.

When girls start to sleep around they get away with it for a bit but then when you start telling people about what you are doing, you get judged. You are brutally told that you are ''easy'' when really all you thought you were doing was having fun. As more people tend to make jokes about whoring yourself out and having ''fun'' It starts to dwell on you that maybe there is some element of reality in these comments.

I don't want it to get the point where I start to build a negative reputation for myself. My friends tell me that at university in Fresher's week the girls who sleep with guys are talked about, they never live down the reputation they get after this week. It is never forgotten that they have slept with someone every night of the week. But then of course when a guy does it he is just such a lad and a player and all his friends egg him on. Why do us girls have to receive such negativity when we are just simply having fun, doing exactly the same as what the guy does.

Birthday Bash

I moved out my East London flat a couple of months ago and I really miss it, when I need space from some people or my family I could always stay there for a few days or however long I wanted to and now I feel there is nowhere I can go to escape, to get some fresh air. Everything is more fun there, There is no bad drama. In Chiswick there have been a few events recently which really made me want to go back to my different life in the East. I realised that someone who I thought was a good person deep down, who I hoped would have some sort of respect for me is really just a lost cause. I'm dissapointed because this person brought out the worst in me and I felt I had to be really nasty to get my point across. I don't think I have ever been this nasty to anyone in my life. Not even any of my ex-boyfriends. I would love to go into detail but I'm scared that I will expose too much and this will be talked about which will probably land me in more trouble.

What else has been happening?

It was my 19th Birthday on the 24th April and I had a house party. I did something completely out of character...I did not get completely off my rocker...shocking isn't it. One of my friends DJ'ed for me and played amazing music, after a few bottles, jugs of pimms, shots etc everyone was skankin'  My crazy mother made at least 3 bbq's, one which took place at midnight, in the pouring rain, she looked hilarious, holding an umbrella in one hand and a spatula in the other (whilst drunk) People had fun even though it was pissing down outside, a small group sat around my table outside drinking pimms for hours.

Apparently,Torres scored....?

My friend, Imogen made me an incredible chocolate cake

It tasted incredible. The icing itself would have ended any girl's diet. DELISH.

I might do a ''Barbie's Birthday take two'' and take three....and mabe four..five and so on...

<3 Mummy And Me <3

A wannabe ''Girl About Town''

You can imagine my disdain when I saw that one of the characters on ''Made In Chelsea'' has a blog named ''Girl About Town''

I can guess this means that people will be looking for her online and they will stumble across my blog (which is waaay better of course)

I havn't blogged in a while as per usual, I guess I just kind of forget to write. I really wish that someone found this blog and paid me to write even though all the things I mention is mostly pointless babble.

Seeing as I have just watched ''Made In Chelsea'' I'll dedicate this post to that rahhhh show.

Preppy kids living in Chelsea and Sloane Square used to be the girls in UGG boots with the blonde highlights constantly flicking their hair back whilst repeating ''YAH'' over and over again, now the stereotype has developed and maybe even changed a little, I havn't seen girls teetering around in their UGG boots for a while now yah cuz that is so not fashion anymore.Under any circumstances. I would not be seen dead wearing ''UGG's''

We associate these born and bred chelsea folk with money,designer clothes (Louis Vuitton handbags/Chanel purses/Marc Jacobs perfume/Dior make-up/and yaaahh the dreaded ugg boots) and with posh accents. The funny thing is, even the middle class laugh at these poncey types when they have pretty posh rah accents too. God I'm bored about writing about ''those people''

BoysGirlsBoys

I feel the need to blog in the night time, around 1am usually.

It's funny how I'm on facebook chat, debating whether or not to talk to this guy or not, or to play the 'hard to get' game. For most girls, playing hard to get is an instant decision made but for me, it was'nt until now. Im far too impatient to play stupid games and get bored easily. I decided to start playing the game and I was surprised at it's results and how well it worked.Instant success.

Anyway, as always, I am far too shy to start the conversation as I would probably come across as stupid and awkward because when it comes to men, I am too scared to even approach any of them. I was with this guy I like, the other day, just talking, as friends and I began to say stupid pointless random things, such as ''Oooohh look, we're both wearing stripes!'' HOW CRINGE OF MY LIFE is that? He didn't say a thing...

I find it so strange how just by being in the prescence of someone who I like, I instantly become awkward and less confident to how I normally am. My friend's would describe me as wild and loud. With men, I turn into a shy little girl. I guess I'm too scared to show how I really am because It's pretty intense and intimidating.

It's been 82 hours and he still hasn't replied to my message.Maybe he hasn't been on facebook? he has, I saw him online for approximately  10.34568 mins Maybe someone 'stole' his laptop?..... This is how much women over analyse. I'm exaggerating, but the funny thing is, I found myself saying '' He hasn't replied for four whole days when normally he leaves it two days''  It drives me crazy to be one of those girls. Normally I don't care but as a woman, I tend to over analyse what could potentially happen with a guy. Typing this is embarrassing but I know that all of my female friends feel the same when this happens to them...Men...not so much. It might just be paranoia but what if it isn't?

You know what, so what? After my two year relationship ended I thought to myself, in 10 years time are you even going to remember this person? It applies to my situation now, and also there are ''plenty more fish in the sea'' It's not even a big deal because it is so minor and nothing has even happened yet.

Men are from Mars, Women are from Venus

I wish we could read people's minds at times.Not all the time because I think we don't want to hear everything people think about us. Women wish they could read a man's mind, and vice versa.

If we could do this then everything would be clear.It would be more black and white without all the grey areas. If I could have one superpower it would be this...or being able to become invisible.

It's funny how men actually enjoy 'playing hard to get' and girls not being keenos because surely you would run out of patience if the flirting isn't going anywhere. This is why I struggle with playing silly games with men, I have very little patience and get bored easily.I feel like if you fancy someone shouldn't they just know? I've been thinking about this for quite a while now because I didn't end up with my ex boyfriends by using this strategy, I think it's nicer and more stable to be in a relationship with a friend, not a close friend, maybe even an aquaintance.

Women suffer from thinking about things constantly and over analysing men and situations such as:

When is it okay for me to text him back?
Possible answers: don't text him! he should chase you!, text him back ASAP (no one really gives out that advice, don't worry)

Should I put one kiss or more? (at the end of the text)

Should I ask him out for a drink or should I wait for him to make the move?

Why should'nt I ask him out for a drink? Why is it so 'keen' to want to get to know someone, It's not like you're asking them to be your boyfriend. Of course there are different levels of 'desperate'. Theres the non stop texter who won't leave you alone (stalker Alert), theres the sex addict who thinks sex will make the guy like you when actually it will make them have sex with you, then leave. Theres the texter who won't quite leave it long enough to text you back (after 5 mins)

Men love the chase. I'm not saying all men are the same but it is agreed that this is true by many of my female and male friends. Yes It's fun, new and exciting but it gets boring after a while.

I once texted this guy during the day who texted back,the day after...he did this 4 times so I played him at his game, and when I did this, he texted back sooner and asked me for a drink. I don't know If it's coincidental or not. Yes I am a woman and yes, I over analyse everything. Theres a reason for this though, I want to go out for a drink with someone who is actually half decent and attractive, not some guy I've picked up in a club, with my beer goggles on, shouting ''Girls on tour'' or ''gash on the lash'' Lets be honest, you are not going to find your next boyfriend is some grotty sweaty meat market club...I once met this guy in the pub who was cheeky, calling me sexybum in his emails and a couple of weeks later he texted me saying....''Shag?'' .... But apart from clubs and pubs where would I find the next boyfriend? I go to a uni where the guys are gay, literally all of them and there are only like 5..... Would I meet him in the street? no because that's creepy, it's like 'I've been watching you , you're really hot lets go for a drink? AKA staring at your tits'

The whole point in this post was to try to see why women over analyse everything and why men love a chase. It didn't quite work out the way I wanted it to.Oh dear.

BBC Interview & Singletons Valentines

WOOOOOOOOO I got an offer at Canterbury to do Fine Art. When my mum told me I almost cried. Well that's a lie, I did definetly cry a lil bit. Ok a lot, I was in floods of tears. I joke.


Urgghhh I am feeling so frustrated with myself.

Im missing someone that I shouldn't be. He wasn't good for me then and he still wouldn't be now. It's weird because I can't explain it. It not like having feelings for someone or just even fancying them, I don't think you can put a label on it.

I can't believe it took this much to make me miss him. I sound like a lovesick teenager.

Valentines Day

Is commercial.

This is what every single singleton say's out there. They make up a whole list of excuses so that they don't feel lonely. They say It's commercial, It's not a real day of the year, just an excuse to spend money on pointless gifts such as flowers and cards. Cards get thrown into the garbage eventually, or get burnt after the girl has been dumped, flowers die after three days. Single people can easily picture themselves sitting on the sofa, like the ultimate spinster slob, in front of the telly watching Bridget Jones'  (Abbreviated from Briget Jones' Diary because lets not lie, we have seen it 14 times) I should know. I am one of these people in some ways, I'm definetly a negative person at times and V Day is another excuse to be negative. I sugarcoat it by using the term ''realistic''


BBC INTERVIEW

So, I went to the BBC last week and had my interview for ''Finishing School For Girls'' I walk into the huge building and she meets me on the ground floor. She then takes me into an office with a camera pointed at my face and attaches a microphone to my coat.

The woman is called Sue. She asked me loads of really personal questions about my past, people I used to be friends with, ex boyfriends, family and what drugs I used to take. I was clever. I told her things that my mother already knows about. She had already asked me all of this on the phone so It felt weird repeating everything I had already told her, but in front of a camera and this other woman. The other woman squinted at me as if she knew everything about me and tried to read into my body language.

To be honest, It felt like a counselling session. Especially with the other woman, sitting cross legged, leaning forward with her hand on her chin, squinting at me and trying to understand who I was. I felt good vibes from her, she was warm and friendly and didn't have a front. The only question she asked me was why I didn't want to have children. She probably wanted to hear that I was unable to have children. Sorry to dissapoint you.

Honesty & Parties

I received an email a few days ago asking if I wanted to be on ''Finishing School For Girls'' on the BBC. Last season was called Peckham Finishing School For Girls. I think it involves me swapping lives with a geordie who lives on a council estate... Thats what it said in the email.

I want to go on it. We will see if it's actually genuine.

I havn't blogged in ages, I've been really stressed about uni blah blah blah
I was so angry that I smashed my phone up. I threw it across the room and the screen cracked and I can't see the screen.Fail.

I got quite a lot of abuse from some of the things I posted. It's interesting to see how people react to honesty. They say honesty is the best policy but surely it can't be if people post abuse about me over a silly blog post that wasn't even aimed at them in the first place. I was shocked that they were still even looking at my facebook page (shows that some people just can't move on) I quote ''I could'nt care less if she got hit by a bus'' It really shows how tacky some people are on facebook. Then of course all the others joined it which didn't surprise me. But there was one person who dissapointed me. I hope that she knows who she is. She is the one person that was different. She's better than them. She's classy, intelligent and lovely. It's a shame I can't say the same thing about the others.

Anyway, enough of wasting time writing about people who will never change. I'm expecting another abusive status. I'm quite flattered really, they still think about me.


One of my flatmates moved out :( she couldn't cope with the mess and she wanted to be near her friends and family. The mess was pretty bad...but now me and Georgia are actually pretty clean. Since I've been back from Christmas holidays, I have had so much fun. The 2 day benders are exciting, good music, good company. I feel like I could do that every weekend here. I have met a lot of new people, some good, some bad. Only one or two that I am not a fan of. They won't be here again though, Georgia didn't like them either.

Normally the night starts off at ours, drinking vodka and diet coke,strongbow, taking a few. We do our hair and make up, play music, dance, laugh and call some people. On Thursdays we go to Punk. We have after parties that go on until 6pm the next day. I am not hardcore enough to stay awake for 24 hours so I normally go to bed at 9am. I wish I could stay awake for longer because I never want the night to end. I don't want to think about my responsibilities and what I have to face on Monday morning. I hate how it gets light. It just reminds me that I should be in bed. The light says that the party is over. It says that we should stop drinking and taking and go to sleep. The blinds don't even cover the light which is a bit shit.

MEGA LOLZ.

 From this: when I was 15 and emo and had no sense.

To This: When I was 16/17 and 13 stone.

To This : age 18 after weightwatchers...

I remember when these photos were taken which is strange because my memory only last a few days at times.

The first photo : taken in my old house in Notting Hill. I used to hang around a green in Hammersmith called St Pauls green with some crackheads and take E and drink obscene amounts of alcohol.
I had a boyfriend called Josh: the biggest stoner I know, a cheat and a 19 year old who acts like a new born. He was fun though. I had the best years of my life on that stupid green. Even  when it was -2 degrees outside, the people I was with always made the night an adventure.

The second photo: in my new house in Chiswick when me and Caity and Anthony Pierce listened to music and got drunk and danced. That was actually fun. We pierced his ear. God I look obese. What was going through my head when I got that bob?

The last photo: taken the other day in my duvet. I was bored and wanted to make a nice 'arty' photo. Looking a lot better. I hope every year I improve and blossom. Probably the most happy I have been in a long time. Life is more simple.

NEW YEARS - The trauma

I am having withdrawal symptoms of alcohol and it's only been 2 days.HOW shit is that. More to the point, how ridiculous does that sound...only two days and my body is feeling like it's missing one of it's organs. Most likely to be my liver....

Every year, the trauma of organising new years arrives.
who comes, who's house party to go to, who won't be invited and the who you are going to kiss at midnight.

And most importantly, who is actually going to come up with a plan?
This year it has landed on me and my friend, Rory. The dilemma is where to have it, he wants to have an afterparty and most people don't want to travel from East London to West. I can have a new years party at my parents house but only 20 people (round the corner from Rory's)...which is not fun.
Another dilemma, my friend Caitlin is having her birthday at new years and I am helping her organise it which makes people more confused at WHERE WE ARE GOING?!

At the end of the day there is always one poor soul who has to organise the whole shabang.

Who comes? But this person's boyfriend isn't invited? Oh can I bring my friends sister's dog? But that person will think I'm desperate if I invite them?' ...... And so on. The continuation of the annoying questions.

And then theres the problem of who to kiss at midnight. Last year we actually had a rota of who would kiss who. I kissed my friend Julia, then She would kiss Tom, then I would kiss Tom, then He would kiss Noni, then I would kiss Noni, then Noni would kiss Julia. WE might as well have had a 4 way kissing session.

I want this year to be different, I don't want to kiss someone based on a rota. I want to kiss them because I genuinely want to, even when im sober which is a rare occasion.

Still, wouldn't it be nice to spend new years kissing someone that later on you don't regret?/Feel sick at the thought of/makes you want to cry.

Do you have to bring a date? well no not necessarily, you just need a backup. New years is very important to me. Especially since I hate christmas, thank god that's over for the next 12 months.

New years has been playing on my mind for the past few weeks, my friend offered to be my date which is lovely of him, I did moan to him on the phone for an hour about who to take as my ''date'' if you want to call it that. I would rather have like 5 dates to be frank. Theres always hope.

Whatever happens, I will make a huge effort to look incredible in that backless LBD and 6 inch stilletoes which will give me masses of confidence to kiss someone nice...and then I'll be happy.

<3

Fame

I am seriously bored of Cheryl Cole.

She is literally everywhere and has taken over.

People are saying that she is the new Princess Diana. WHAT a disgusting statement to make.

People will say that im just jealous, of what? she is a shit musician lets face it and what exactly has she done to change the world? what would I be jealous of? her beauty? She has had plastic surgery according to the tabloids and I'm sure if we all had proffessional hairdressers,make up artists and stylists on speed dial and available 24/7 then we would all look pretty damn good.

People say that when they are older, they want to be famous. Those who are already in the public eye say that they hate it. I don't blame them. Cheryl Cole is one of those people who also hate being in the public eye.

What do you gain from fame?

- Money- from selling stories to newspapers and magazines as well as your ''talent''

- Attention, plenty of it. Especially if you marry someone more famous than you are.Maybe even an A-lister.

- 15 minutes.

Money doesn't necessarily guarantee a lifetime of happiness. It brings you short term happiness and once you have gotten everything you want and theres nothing left that you wish for, then what? what do you do?

Take Cheryl Cole for example, money can't buy you a nice loving faithful husband

It can't buy you safety (reference to her malaria incident)

It can only really buy you materialistic things and a luxurious lifestyle but there will come a time when you are bored of it.

Being in the public eye drains energy and time and you are watched and photographed everytime you leave the house, even if you casually step out into your back garden, we know how desperate the paparazzi are to get that one semi nude/bum crack/nippe/acne/any type of fault that is defined by society, photograph to sell for thousands.

Fun Nights

Nights Out Before Home:

more like nights in actually.

I think I have more fun at home than going out in East London purely because you never know how the night ends, who will be there, what time I go to sleep (9am, because I cannot handle not sleeping at all), and just generally how messy the night is.

We seem to have started this habit of getting into the bath while trollied out of our minds. That bit is one of the highlights of the night.



Completely sober.





ME, CARYS, MORGAN.

gals on the lash.mega lolz.

The Holidays Begin

STILL not yet started on work but after the 5 day binge I have just had I think it's time to hibernate for a little while. My week has been amazing so far, I have most definetly been hangin' out my arse.

On Wednesday night, I went to Cheapskates, Tottenham Court Road, the skankiest most horrifically unhygenic club I have been to apart from the Redback. Besides their hygene standards the night is always fun. It normally consists of the same shinanigans:

Talk to some drunken 'lads' who are obviously leering down your top.

Wait 20-45 mins at the bar (while slurring at another group of guys) TRYING to buy a fucking drink. By the time you actually get to the bar you have sobered up and need at least 10 vodka diet cokes just to make up for the wait. At 90p a hit everyone is obviously desperate to buy as many drinks as possible.

Dance all night until it seems a good idea to run around bear foot because you have noticed your feet are bleeding from your 6 inch stillettos.

It may not seem like fun but someone's idea of HELL but honestly, at most cheap clubs what more can you expect? When people ask me to describe Cheapskates on a Wednesday night, I tell them that they will most definetly bring a 'delightful' young lad home to mother and father.

I did such a thing unfortunately. While trollied, I thought it would be a good idea to invite 2 guys back to mine (I know how it sounds but it was innocent) Lets call them...*Tom and *Jerome, heaven forbid if they ever find this. So basically me and ''Tom'' had been an item for that evening and he had his friend ''Jerome'' with him. We left and then went back to my parents house and after more drinking and talking about utter shit about their ''acting courriers'' FAIL, we went to sleep, Tom fell asleep first and then his friend thought it was a good idea to try and kiss me whilst we are all in the same bed. I was MORTIFIED.

Anyway, on another occassion, I saw both of these guys again, at my friend's Birthday. The same thing happened, apart from Jerome was trying it on with one of my friend's who had a boyfriend.....? Tom and I were just hanging out and kissing blah blah blah....then he tells me that he is engaged.... My mouth hung open for about 20 minutes until I reacted by shouting at him and telling him to ring his fiance. He obviously didn't do that. He also denied to my face that anything had happened between us and we had'nt done anything...I physically couldn't understand what planet this boy was on. So half an hour later he tells me that it was a joke and that those were his ''acting skills'' he was definetly all over the shop. What a complete loser.




On Thursday night I went to Punk, in Tottenham Court Road with my 3 friends, Caitlin, Michael and Emily <3
It was one of the best night's I have had in a long time, we danced all night, drank and sat on my friend's table. I won't go into detail.

At Imogen's Christmas party I dressed up as puss in boots because its.....festive.....?

Gareth My Dear Friend

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5C_LMYdKzWY

Gareth Pugh Autumn/Winter 2009




This video makes me feel HIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIGH
high high high high
hi?

HECTIC STRESSFUL LONG EFFORT TIME HECTIC STRESSFUL LONG EFFORT TIME HECTICLONGEFFORTTIMEHECTICLONGEFFORTTIMELONGEFFORTTIMESTRESSFUL

I just saw this person's blog.I forgot what it was called and who it was by but apparently she is quite famous because of it. She has written 100000000000 blog posts and I'm struggling to understand where she finds the time? I wish I had more time to write but...still.

This week is going to be so hectic with the list of work I have to complete by the 4th January:
- 1 FULL sketchbook
- Finish the other sketchbook
- Produce 6 design boards
- 2 outcomes
- Photoshop work- Take photographs
- 1,200 word essay on 4 objects.

And now apparently life drawing homework which is an essay and 5 gallery visits and all this other shit.
As student rep, I had to email some people from my class basically asking them to give me a list of bullet points to complain about the ridiculous amount of work we have to do.

Most of them didn't even know we had to have a life drawing sketchbook.......

Anyway It's Christmas?! It shouldn't be called a holiday because it is clearly not going to be.

I am trying to figure out how I am not going to suffer from a hangover everyday (my hangovers last ALL DAY...until I drink more)

Wednesday - Cheapskates
Thursday - Punk
Friday - Friend's Birthday at the pub
Saturday - Redback
Sunday - Imogen's Christmas party

It's not like I can say no to all these events because I have not seen people from uni/chiswick/west LDN in forevvvvvvvvvverrrrrrrrrrrr and also it will be better than sitting at home with a sketchbook in one hand and an unfinished essay in the other.
But after this week I am pretty much available I think. We'll see.....
Also I have to spend time with my granny <3 she is the cutest little woman. She's Turkish and speaks next to no English. This is probably the last time I am going to see her, so I think I'll make the most of it.

DRINKDRINKDRINKDRINKDRINKDRINK.

''I am going to my room to masturbate before I have a light lunch,If you would like to come and watch''

- Salvador Dali you crazy motherfucker.

Life in East and life in West, they are both so different.
In Whitechapel, life is more surreal
In Chiswick, life is calm and a place to go and hibernate because no-one is here anymore. I guess I prefer the drama in Whitechapel because the drama in Chiswick is boring and I'm getting so tired of it because It never changes and It's also like living in a bubble.Not that I don't like that sometimes, which is why I occassionally come back.It's quite boring most of the time.


People are wondering why Cher didn't cry when she was booted out of the X Factor
It's because she has a £1000,000 record deal...

The first time she auditioned, you could see the dollar sign in Simon Cowell's eyes.

Willow Smith =
How could her dad let her sing these lyrics

''I whip it real hard
Real hard
I Whip it real hard''

Whip what exactly? Her hair? I highly doubt it.
''Shake em off'' Shake who off?! men?! at her age?! She may look amazing blah blah blah but Shouldn't she be singing about barbie dolls and having her first WKD, if that.Isn't she like 10 years old?

Tornado Fetish.

These are probably one of my favourite things to research and watch. Oh god, how sad does that sound?!

It's just so interesting that they are huge and caused by nature, the reach to the clouds and something that you probably didn't know is that in the middle of a tornado, it is completely peaceful. Even though tornadoes are destructive, I can imagine that they are incredible to watch. One day I would love to see one. Maybe even be in one? no that's a bit insane but I wish there was more video footage up close of a tornado. I don't know how this obsession started. I am not alone, there are other people who are also a member of ''Storm Chasers'' Even though I've never actually even seen a ''storm''. If I did, I would like to take photographs like these.....





 

This one looks slightly photoshopped????