that I was famous so that everyone who put me down, everyone who made me feel like shit, everyone who told me I was ugly and worth nothing would see that anyone can be special and worthy of something. 

I look after my own things. Especially DVDs. I watched Heroes boxset religiously everyday with my boyfriend and I made sure I put each disc back afterwards. When I bought it I checked all the discs were there.
Then his flatmate took it without asking, and we had to find out where it was from another flatmate. She lied about taking it, then lied about returning it. It wasn’t hers to take. It wasn’t even Conors.
Now she’s returned it, box ripped and two discs missing (including the last disc so I can’t even fucking find out how it ends!!).
If I took someones things, with or without asking, I would be fucking ashamed to return it in that condition, without a sorry or any form of explanation. She wouldn’t rent a DVD and take it back in that state and not expect a fine.
Yet asking for some money to put towards another came as some sort of shock!! As well as that, she accused us of losing the discs, and claimed it must have come without discs.
Can’t even say owt to her cause I can’t rock the boat with them all living together a second year.
Fucking despicable, some people piss me off.

Back at uni now, so I’ve been reunited with my laptop after a lovely summer in Leeds with the boyf. Now it’s back to hard graft (snigger) okay, so it’s back to getting pissed, smoking until my throat feels like it’s seized, and eating snack food masquerading as a ‘meal’. Ritz crackers for breakfast, Ben and Jerrys for lunch. Then maybe doing a bit of work (hey it’s my second year, I have to knuckle down).

So this means, in between classes and nights out, I have time to share my life with people I barely know and more than likely couldn’t give a shit about my tales or even about the awesome puns I slip in every once in a while. 

But the long and the short of it is, I’m back on Tumblr. So expect reblogged pictures of owls and cats, rant posts and just general highs and lows. You’re welcome.

How can I volumise my hair?

Help me!

Its been so weird today. My routine was nothing out of the ordinary- I woke up at a ridiculously late hour in the day and spent my time counter-productively (eating and sitting on my ass, looking at tumblr and facebook) but the atmosphere in which I did so was drastically different.

So my sister moved out today to go live with a boy. I know, that’s so gross. Boys smell. This meant that she wasn’t around the house to make me tea. She wasn’t here to scream when something mediocre happened on Hollyoaks, so it was even harder to pretend it was exciting. She wasn’t here to repetitively sing half the lyrics to a song she’d heard once (half the lyrics is generous, she usually knows one line). She just wasn’t here. And I missed her.

But on the upside her walk-in wardrobe and exceedingly comfortable bed are now mine. You win some, you lose some.

ssats:

mythal:

No, this isn’t making me cry or anything.

Don’t even have to listen to reblog it

I love Hercules. James Woods was on Family Guy just now, and I was in a Hercules mood after that. No matter where I hear his voice, he will always be Hades.

julienfoulatier:

Illustration by Richard Wilkinson.