Just to pass the time...

Started this as when I used to get back from work, I was usually so hyped I couldn't sleep for a couple of hours. Now just sort of carried it on for the fun, I try to make it funny, if it isn't please don't hurt me... Anyway, try to enjoy :)

Tuesday 13 June 2017

Girl with Five Colours in Her Hair

On my sixth form leavers day, this was the title of the award that I won.

Interesting, isn't it? That someone can win am award for having colourful hair. But you may be thinking, what is it that makes her hair so colourful...?

Good question! Now let me explain....

I really enjoy dying my hair interesting colours. This all started around 18 months ago when I dyed the middle layer of my hair turquoise. It was amazingly pretty and I stuck with this for a good few months.

Between you and me, the main reason I did it was to piss my mother off...but I loved it all the same.

In the summer, I bleached it all and dyed it all blue. It didn't quite work out, so I tried the whole silver hair thing and that worked pretty well. I kept it for a couple of months.

And then I went ginger. And it actually suited.

So again, I kept the ginger hair for like 6 months and a few months ago I dyed it brown with blonde ombre and then started dying the ends crazy colours.

First was pink, then red, then purple and blue, then turquoise, then violet and then blue.

So you can see where the award was generated from.

I've got quite good at dying hair now, I feel quite proud of it. I've just dyed it all over red and it's quite shocking but I think I like it.

I even managed to convince Alex to let me dye his hair a couple of times. But he sort of ended up looking like Sonic the Hedgehog and I wasn't popular for a good few days.

It's probably not healthy to dye hair so many times, but most the time I avoid chemical dyes so never really does any harm (:

The new L'Oreal colorista range is pretty good, in case anyone out there wants to experiment for a bit. And for something a lot more permanent, Directions is literally a blessing.

I've got university in a few months and I'm determined to kind of reinvent myself a bit before September. Alex is fully supportive of this, he's helping me pay for a motorcycle and a license (as I literally suck so bad at driving a car). This will mean I don't have to be a bus wanker anymore!

I've tried my driving test twice now and messed it up both times by being far too nervous. There's no way of fixing nerves. I'd just have to try again and again and again until it was sorted and frankly, it's gonna be expensive. With a bike, at least they have to pass me at some point. So that's a bonus.

He's also helping me pay for a tattoo to cover my scars. To be honest, it kinda terrifies me but I figure a pretty tattoo is a lot more explainable than a whole bunch of ugly marks all up my arm. Loads of people have them. Just because I know my parents wouldn't approve, why should I be afraid to get one too?

So yeah, two years later and I'm back to trying to reinvent myself xD will I ever change? The only thing I'm ever really certain about is that I love writing, and so that's what I'm doing at university.

Finally, I can start on something I can enjoy and find myself, and my freedom.

Monday 12 June 2017

The Leap of Faith

So in recent months it has come to my attention that I have made the leap from being a child to being a fully-fledged adult.

When I say leap, I more mean a kind of dramatic fall, landing in an awkward position and breaking at least 6 bones on the way down.

But hey. I'm 18 now, I can legally go out drinking.

My first ever attempt at heavy drinking did not at all go well. Age 17 (just!), school trip in Rome, legal drinking age 16, cheap vodka...oh no.

As I was in the room of a group of my friends rather than my own room, I was hidden in the closet while teachers instructed lights out. Upon returning to my own room, with a head that was spinning as though I was in a washing machine, I needed to throw up. I didn't want to trip over on the way to the bathroom and wake everyone up....so I vomited out of the window.

I know, I know. Classy, right?

But that's not a patch on Alex's 21st birthday.

I'm not really a big drinker, I tend to prefer staying sober and even if I do drink a lot, I still tend to stay sober.

Alex on the other hand....while he denys it like crazy, is sort of a lightweight. We were at the pub, he was drinking beer and was already pretty out of it when his alleged "mates" started calling shots.
Being the sensible one, I tried to point out this was not the best idea.

Naturally, I was completely ignored.

Fifteen minutes before the bus home, I went to pick up Alex's birthday cards from his parents. That's when it all went tits up.

Apparently, Alex's "mate" James started mouthing off about how controlling I am (for recommending he not do shots...hmmm), which led to Alex getting pretty wound up and throwing his kebab at a phone box before chasing him down the road. Being early November, the pavements were slippery with wet leaves. Alex went down like a sack of potatoes, bounced his head on the concrete and was out cold for a good 30 seconds.

Meanwhile, 200 metres down the road I realised that Alex wasn't on the bus, didn't get on it myself and started panicking. A few minutes later, James sprints down the road at an alarming pace and refuses to slow down or stop to tell me where Alex was.

A few minutes later, two girls who had been down the pub came running down the road and informed me Alex had been in an accident, whacked his head and gone AWOL. This marked the start of a wild goose chase, with Alex running away and being aggressive, his mate Tristan punching him in the head to get him to stop, Alex losing half an hours worth of memories and believing that his injuries were a result of being punched.

Eventually, a paramedic came as we were worried Alex had done some serious damage with the way he was rambling on and obviously had lost a few brain cells on the way down. But in the end, he was okay, just had to have a CAT scan.

I can't say the parties I've been to have ended fantastically. One ended up with someone being bottled, another someone mixed two things that ought not be mixed and started having fits, during another someone punched a hole in a fence.

Exciting, right? But with uni coming up in just a few months I expect this will become the norm.