Music + Art = Life

Oh God. Bored. Bored of me.
Not gonna be me anymore. I am gonna be skinny. I am gonna smoke and drink and socialize. I am going to draw and paint and live in art galleries. I am just going to be anyone other than me. I will be happy. I will be smart. I will work hard at school and keep my mouth shut. I will do my homework. I will read books and listen to music. I will not eat. I will not be a bitch. I will be happy. I will be happy.
I won't be such a miserable disappointment.
I will not cut.

Darkness suits me better than light.

I prefer the night to the day.
I need to be anyone otehr than myself.

I am such a teenage girl.

What can I wear to the Arctic Monkeys....

So... this outfit is the most likely. Fur coat, David Bowie top, black leggings, and Creepers. How cool am I? Seriously though... I feel like shit. I am just lying in bed with a hot water bottle watching shit tv on my laptop. WHYNOW?

I look in the mirror and see a ghost.

You know... I am going to change myself. A new me, not a bad idea.

So...

Project New Scarlet


Step One: Image

• Individual style
• Fur coat
• Splashes of colour
• No completely black outfits
• Classy, simple makeup
• Cool jewellery
• Red hair (curly/straight)
• Nails always painted
• Charity shop clothes
• Velvet 
• High heeled boots

Step Two: Lifestyle

• Read at least 2 books a week
• Experiment with new music
• Walk/cycle places instead 
• Draw/ paint more
• Watch more movies
• Write a story
• Become a vegan
• Cook more
• Ignore all humans

I have a gorgeous faux-fur coat. It makes me feel like a princess.

I am becoming a vegan! I have decided on it.
God, it is just so fucking exciting. So basically no meat, fish, dairy or fur. Oh, but leather is never leaving my life. Seriously, my leather jacket is everything and all the shoes I like are either suede or leather. But other than that, I am now a vegan, or starting tomorrow anyway.
I feel so happy now.

Is everyone on Blogger a American Christian mother?

Keith Richards snorted a line of his father's ashes. Ok... slightly fucked up.

Okay, so different people have varied opinions on drugs. I think it's fair to have your own view, if you don't want to do drugs, smoke or drink then that's is good for you, but don't be an imposing patronising bitch to people who do. This isn't fuelled by some person doing something annoying, I am merely in the mood to voice my opinion on this subject. I have never done drugs, that doesn't mean I don't plan on doing so in the future, it just means at this current time I haven't. I have drunk and smoked because I felt like it and wanted to do so. I have friends who have not, and I respect their decision. It is when people think it's all right to use the fact that you have done anything against you. Well...

I don't like people. I really don't like self-righteous people. I hate liars.

My mind winds webs in the still of the night.

Every time I feel that I'm drifting off into a serene slumber some new tale of murder or mischief forms in my mind. It is extremely disturbing. I do actually enjoy getting some sort of rest, so I do not feel like collapsing constantly, and so I might be able to tolerate someone without imploding. Actually, today I had a decent day, due to the lack of talking required. The gallery was amazing I adored the installations in the Pipolotti Rist exhibition, George Condo was fucking dreadful in my opinion though. But the video projections were brilliant and inventive. It was just what I needed.

I feel like writing a story, so I shall, I will not fool myself into believing it'll be half-decent, but I will continue to write it anyway. Just on the off-chance I may be able to get to sleep if I do. Well, here's the beginning of a story.