Oooh, a Blogger Addict Award! Thank you muchly my lovely Liz :)
Now, onto the business of the RULES...
Five things that I LOATHE
- Drug laws based more on political opinion rather than truth and objective scientific data. You are more likely to die from choking on a cabbage leaf than you are from taking ecstasy. Prof. Nutt was asked his opinion, he tried to be objective and truthful and he was fired for his trouble. Not ALL drugs will immediately kill you and it's surprisingly easy to stay safe if you use your brain. Drinking nine litres of water in seven hours is NOT in fact staying 'well hydrated' (see: The Leah Betts ecstasy story), it's fucking stupid. HOW can MDMA (non addictive, ridiculously low number of related deaths etc) be legitimately put in the same classification as Heroin?
- People who stand on the left on escalators. It's a London thing, I imagine. But whenever I encounter someone doing it and getting in my way, I imagine kicking that person HARD in the small of the back.
- People treating me like I'm stupid. A pathological lack of concern for my health and wellbeing does NOT translate into stupidity.
- Mushrooms. *disgusted shudder* But only the texture. No, I don't understand it either.
- Bad grammar and spelling. I can't handle it - it makes me sad. Much like text-speak.
- Origami. I'm a fucking origami fiend. I haven't updated my little origami sidebar in a while, but that's mainly because i'm having trouble deciding which of my creations to put there. The precision of it appeals to my crazy in a wonderful way.
- Hummus. Yummus. It's fucking amazing. When I get the urge to binge, I want to do it with low fat hummus.
- Amsterdam. I'm a massive stoner, Amsterdam was like... coming home. Sometimes, I pine for it.
- My boyfriend. Yeah, it's corny, but he makes me so unbelievably happy. I'm going to marry him one day.
- Vintage clothing. Vintage shops. Vintage jumble sales. I have a ridiculous amount of clothing, most of it vintage. So much that I can only actually store HALF of it where I'm currently living. The rest is in two suitcases, four large boxes and seven/eight binbags in a storage facility. I also love altering vintage clothing. Dresses into skirts, skirts into dresses, taking things that don't fit me in and everything inbetween. I must ALWAYS have access to a sewing machine, if I don't i'll proably go into withdrawal or something
Elle
Zen
Pointe
Phantasmagorical Delusion
Liz
Alice (Even though she's disappeared, she DEFINITELY deserves a nomination)
In ther news, today I FINALLY put down my £2200 deposit for my Makeup Artistry course in January and booked my place! Eeeeeee! I am so RIDICULOUSLY excited!
Also, this morning I was 140lbs. Damnation!
Until next time, lovelies :)
6 comments:
I kinda get the mushroom texture thing. I will eat them sometimes if they are in or on something (like pizza), but only the smaller pieces. If there are any big pieces, I pick them off. I don't like the slimy-like feel.
Ooh congrats on reserving your spot in the course. Coolness. Screw the 140, you can kick that in a second.
Oh and so I loath people who treat me as if I am stupid. It is usually men who offend. Dumb asses.
xo's zen
I hate bad spelling and grammar too! It bugs me sooo much.
Don't worry about the multiple comments :) I just like to approve my comments, in case someone leaves their email or phone # and want to keep it private, or if they say something that I don't want posted.
Thanks lovely :)
I wholeheartedly second the drugs thing. The drugs classification system is utterly bizarre. We had a lecture on it and virtually no drug is in the correct class. All academics with any knowledge on the subject will agree to this, and also tell you ecstasy is minimally dangerous, certainly far less so than alcohol. In fact, one lecturer equated taking ecstasy with the risks of horse riding, which was (predictably) regarded as horrendously controversial and met with outraged response in our student newspaper. Fucking politics.
Bad grammar and spelling makes me cringe like nothing else. Text speak is abominable. Instant turn-off when coming from any would-be suitor. The effects of it on my libido are irreversible.
And that's it for my epic commenting session! Sorry to tire and bore you. Feel honoured nonetheless. I estimate I've devoted well over half an hour to you specifically. I might give a future chid of mine the middle name 'yummus' in your honour. That's how great my love is.
Dear Lord I effing love you!!
I thought no one was as prolific a commentor as me. I too like to reply to every thing for precision's sake. What a lovely thing to wake up to in the morning :) I will (try to) keep it relatively short though as I'm behind on my blog reading and, much as I love you, I will feel guilty devoting overly much time to commenting when I have about 3 weeks of reading and commenting to catch up on elsewhere too!
Buuuut in sum:
1) You're drunken tattooing is both madness and brilliance in one. I don't think tattoos should be taken TOO seriously as they are pretty silly really when it comes down to it.
2) Congrats on your shorts being too big!! Get shopping immediatement
3) I've found that people knowing about my ED is actually fine. In fact it's quite good really, because you can get away with publicly being a wierdo and it's suddenly all ok just because they know. I think it's because people find they can suddenly put you in a box and then put it out their minds. I am a raging lightweight anyway from far too many horrific experiences with straight vodka during the ages of 14-16, and can't really handle my drink anymore. I like it, it's cheap.
4) Your bf knows about this blog??
5) I'm not really put of Acid too much. It's more a case of getting hold of it. Everything seems to be dried up! Seems really hard to get hold of K and there's no MDMA or even MDMC around atm. I'm planning on taking a nie braful of hash to Beach Break myself and spending the 4 days in a stupour :) Not sure how I'll be able to tolerate the other people (including 'the Boy') for that length of time otherwise. If I'm ever in London we should totally get high together :D
6) Your scales are rubbish! That would do my head in, except at least it would mean if you ever didn't like a number you could legitimately decide in your head that it was probably the scales playing up and adding lbs. Unfortunately mine are consistently accurate and cause me much frustration.
Aaaand that's it! How did you like my numbering? Maybe if we keep cutting down our comments into more and more summarised points we will eventually reach the level of normal length comments? Perhaps. I enjoy your epic comments anyway so don't try too hard.
Missed youu!! xx
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