Oh I love ya'll ebay..

Out of boredom I got these bargains <3.

This Primark tunic/dress for £2.

This LOVE (topshop brand) bodycon dress for £2..

This Jeffrey Rogers dress £1.

 This Rare by Topshop dress for £2.

I need new books to read people!!

Today I move out of my flat in Bath

In 2 and a half hours I will be leaving my prison/mental hospital-esque flat in Bath and moving in with my dad/staying in various homes in Bath (til october). I would like to nsay a few words about how much I hate this building.

The shower has cold water for 20 minutes every time I get in it.
The heater has never worked.
The kitchen lights blow all the time.
The keys SUCK.
It looks like a mental asylum.
It's cold.
It costs the Earth.
Someone keeps coming in my flat.
IT IS LAME.


Thank you Charlton Court for making me ill, making me cold, making me listen to my ex upstairs 24/7 via the ceiling, thank you for the vent that was connected to weedaholics room especially when she was singing disney songs at 4am. God bless you for making me poor.

Made my day!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=qvgVMecNp0c

Parody of 'Friday' with Harry Potter singing. Awesome.

It's funny, i've kept writing this in my spare time. I do have an odd mind :/..

Ananta

She stood there golden, 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 it 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 skin peered out from a gash in the material, the contrast of her white skin clashed daringly with the scarlet of the silk, it’s uniqueness giving it the very beauty of an apprentice geisha.

Her mind drifted into instability and she became unfocused as she attempted to remember what had become of this world. Her eyes swarmed with tears and they became lost in the raindrops stinging her face like acid and forcing deep cuts into her hollow cheekbones, her blood pooling like blotting ink. A feeble attempt to wipe the tears away only let them burn through her gloves leaving nothing but purple ash on her skin. Laughing manically, not understanding why she was crying, Ananta choked back her tears, gathered up her dress and proceeded to step off of the cliff that she was perched upon.

Her legs broke, her neck twisted and her spine crumbled as she landed perfectly on a rocky formation close to the tributary that weaved it's way through what was once the plains of Joanna. Several hours passed before a crooked smile appeared on her face bringing with it open eyes and healed bones. She stood, taking her time to observe her surroundings knowing that this could very well be the last time that it would see her.

Her sleeping pattern was off and flashbacks of bright lights and inconsistent flashes kept her awake for hours on end. The caresses of the wind disturbed any light sleep that she managed to indulge in, it forcefully entered it's way into her mind reminding her of past lives and physical contact. Physical contact sickened her unless she initiated it, it only caused lost loves and lost lives. She could not remember who she had loved and who she had lost but the pain that she felt when she had lost them remained within her, acting as a destructive force that was slowly eating away at her soul. Ananta feared being emotionless and emotionless she was to become unless she remembered why she was running and who from.

It had been her world, now it was desolate and unfamiliar to her. The suns now burnt an unwelcoming lime and split a toxic light onto the vast and rapidly drying landscape rather than greeting all those that witnessed them, no longer offering to bathe them in a golden glow. The plantation was flourishing despite malnourishment, it grew black and threatening, leering towards Ananta who was drawn to the darkness it now possessed. She stumbled through a thicket, vines like serpents attaching themselves to her ankle, towards the darkness of the flora. Something nibbled gently at her ankles, soft pinches drew fresh blood from her and a tongue received it. Startled, Ananta looked down and attempted to draw back in sheer horror but the creature restricted her movements, she was shaken and tumbled backwards into the vines. The creature leered over her and as it lowered it's head to study her features it squealed and shuffled back into the shadows of the overgrown vines. Terrified, Ananta ripped vines from her body and with some timidness approached the hiding creature.

Creature was shy and he shuffled amongst the plantation, his eyes yellow and steady. Ananta drew close and grabbed onto his dull grey tail, with one swift motion she propelled him right at her so as to get a closer glimpse. He was beautiful she thought as she took in his soft paws and ruffled coat of fur, perhaps a dull grey but speckled with a blood red which seemed to lay underneath his greyness. Creature was a mutation of the cat species on her planet, his red fur grew and grew without proper maintenance until it fell to the dreary ash colour of death, he moulted with season and purred without reason. His whiskers took on the appearance of a mustache and his voice was feminine, he was the runt of the Mange kittens. With a soft yet sharp hiss he flashed Ananta a glimpse of the unnaturally large fangs he kept hidden from The Predators. She laughed and caressed the cat's large felt ears and he purred with the volume of a train, it'd been a long time since their last meeting. 




Copyright © 2011  

Oh hai you guise.

So yeah, I haven't been blogging much, I dunno why, I haven't really done anything. Except spend a disgusting amount of money. Tbf I do earn it, so why not..
Well, i'm staying in le Bath until the end of August and have to decide soon on whether i'm returning to Essex or living with father. I'd like to live with father, but mother wants me home :/ But I hate our area so I dunno, maybe. All I need is a driving licence argh!
Work work working.. A lot atm.. Doing nothing in mornings. Hmm, well i'm home Saturday, back Wednesday with Doherty <3. Planned to go out every night, into bristol for shopping, Madagascar exhibition and the other Laura suggested the Bath tour. I ain't too sure about that but she's pretty adament (she wants to wear the headphones). 

How are you lot doing? Are you looking forward to university? I would ;). Also, I was thinking of going to Essex uni next year, giving the whole degree thing another shot now that i've grown up a bit.. I dunno, suggestions?