Beauts.

http://www.etsy.com/shop/ramyap

so yeahh

I got into Bath Spa :) tbf I think it was mainly down to having paid the deposit on my accommodation lol, didn't get the grades but tbh I don't even care cos i'm in :).
B - English Lit (disappointing)
C - Geography (expected)
D - History (expected)

Funny how I knew it's what i'd get lulz.
AWESOME.

I got in :D

This is to celebrate:

 

Results Day: DOA

Dudes, results day thursday. I'm shitting it.
I know I won't get in uni cos they won't take less than CCC and you know i'm getting a D in history. 
I pray that Clearing hears my plea.

The many careers of barbie

Barbie is 50 this year. She's had way too many careers.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Barbie%27s_careers 

I find Barbie history fascinating, as you may remember I posted earlier in the year a post concerning Bild Lilli, the main reason Barbie was invented, to find that she was a meger German men's sex toy was quite mank. But I do love it.

oh dear

I find him dashing.

 

the shit i find on my computer

queen of trash

Corn&Wool.

Right. Here goes.
Friday - victoria, kfc, take picture of yasmin with kfc, 9hr journey inc dancing mainly, stop in shitty plymouth - scuzzy area, get there, in taxi sarah tells the driver "we're from essex..one word really init.", put up tent in dark with uber hammer, me sleep with hammer for whole holiday, take video of us being "french".
Saturday - take a great stroll into Porthleven, made to jump over shit fence into thorns and stinging nettles by wak, cut up legs, bakery - food, eat chips, take pictures, walk back, wak gets hammer and hammers, wak waves flag as i tidy, bed.
Sunday - hot, sunny, beach, made to wear bikini by wak in front of beautiful lifeguards that i try to take photos of but see me, get in waves, wak falls over millions of times, i am uberstrong wave girl, dry off in sun, go commando for 2 minutes, eat eat eat yummy toffee muffin, eat food somewhere, go home, wak makes washing line and waves flag as i tidy, bed.
Monday - rain, buy presents in porthleven, go to shit pub for food and want to smash in barmaids face, few fitties (sarah marries ice cream boy), go home, wak waves flag, i tidy, bed.
Tues - Porthleven to buy crisps, make cornish cream tea wrong with pot, see waves, get ice cream, mountain walk to see loe bar, go tent, get dressed, have food at lovely pub with fit boy in it. Sleep.
Wednes - 6.30am, pack remainers, take down tent, be lateish for taxi, sarah hour in toilet :p, drops us at wrong coach stop so walk to right one, get on coach, read 3 long books, take drugs, burger king, home. 

As an apology to belse for my last post

Fiction came to me whilst admiring Jessica Rabbit and I took 10 minutes to write this. I'm such a critic, but this seems to be okay for me.

Ananta (Infinite)

She stood there golden, glowing. Still and dirt-ridden, yet as pure as the rainwater that dipped into the puddles around her as they fell, plummeting gracefully. A tall woman with fierce, auburn hair shining like a glimmer of hope on the outskirts of a dark and threatening future of uncertainty. Her surroundings cast shadows onto her legs, giving her the silhouette of a much yearned for figure. Yet they swallowed her face so that her beauty remained a kept secret. She wore little, although it had once been a lot. What was once a dress of glamour was a rag, tattered, torn and deliciously shortened. The glitter of it’s silk slipped away leaving behind a putrid, garish scarlet and the skin that peered out from a gash in the material exposed the rib. Even then, amid the chaos and destruction, the contrast of her white skin clashing daringly with the scarlet of the silk made it‘s uniquity give it the very beauty of an apprentice geisha, hopeful yet naive.  

Basically thought up an idea looking at J.R's red dress which placed an idea there (much like inception) "how can something so beautiful exist in a world so violent and cruel?" From this I wrote the above and then afterwards, in bed, I decided that she would have perfection but no eyes. Just empty sockets because there is no such thing as total perfection anyway, I also decided that I wanted her to be kept a beautiful being - this means that the world she lives in had to be hidden because the horrors that lay within it would ruin her inner beauty. Anyway...

Chartin Mcbeiber: THE AUTOBIOGRAPHY (This will obviously be deleted after you read it due to poor prose)

Chp 1: The beginning
It was that moment, you know the one where I was born and the nurse held me up to show mother, that I first experienced female praise and admiration. From that second I knew that I was destined to be a star, looked up to by each and every single female that existed on this tiny planet that we call "Earth".
Chp 2: My first steps
That immoral woman that calls herself my mother placed me into playschool before I had even so much as heard of a fringe which obviously outraged me. Here in playschool I learnt many things, such as my musical talent and artistic skills that lead me to become the superbeast i am now. Meow.
Chp 3: A gift from God
I met God when I was 14, mother and the lesser beings call him "Usher" but that mere, puny, American nickname does nothing for him. I taught him all I know and his past and so-called minions decided that his new material is shit. We made a song together, well I say together but he was just in the video and he let me borrow his house and paid some kid to be my friend. The song went "I'ma tell ron one time that i love dan" over and over again and the attention on me SOARRRRRRRRRED. All over the globe girls and women saw my newly grown fringe and began converting their faiths to... McBeiberism.
Chp 4: Cults
These, McBeiberists, were my followers, my minions, my sheep and also my friends. When I get on that huge stage to show them the vocal talent I have they go crazy, sometimes getting naked to throw underwear at me. This is usually the part where mother covers my eyes and slaps the bitch for me. I just realised that I have no dad, I shall tell you why. My mother... Is the reincarnated form of the virgin mary..    

THE END 
Please note that McBeiber can only remember these few extracts of his life story due to his past addiction to cocaine, heroine and meowmeow, he was high on crack and methodrone as he composed this. And also because he is really only eight years of age. The following 160 pages are left blank for you to draw pictures of you marrying Chartin. Please enjoy.

"Chipmunk? I renamed his dressing room plaque as chipshop"

A little post for interest..

Chanel Lightbulb Heels

 Apparently these are a bitch to fix when the bulb dies

I found these on one of the posts on http://beckermanbiteplate.blogspot.com/

tumblr blogging =/

Just made one today, obviously will never compare to blogspot!
http://charlotteswaitingforatrain.tumblr.com/ 
I decided i'm only doing pictures, quotes and reviews of books/films/comedy acts on there.
Epic winning.