it takes a teenage riot to get me out of bed.

friends only, leave a comment i'll add you back.

I'm so frightened, two art pieces which I did for my Year 12 assignments have been chosen to go into this exhibition which is a competition also, it's in my town so it's not like OMG A BIG DEAL. Apparently there's money involved which is good. But I don't want to go, I hate when people look at my work, I get so nervous, even when I know my work is quite good, I still get so frightened. But I have to go, my mum said she'll blackmail me into attending if she gets me a new outfit, a French Connection one, yaye.

( easter is about chocolate... )

I keep listening to 'Strangers' by the Kinks, it's so beautiful. It reminds me of the Darjeeling Ltd. obv. But it always makes me sad.

I have a job interview tomorrow, in the city at a cafe. I'm not nervous, it's just that I act nothing like myself~ when I'm asked things by strangers. I wish I spice up my personality a la:



Anyway, I plan on posting about my recent holiday and everything else. I haven't been around on Live Journal because I have been doing so much. But I will start commenting more frequently.

i'm in Paris, in a hotel bed in Monmarte.

i spent a glorious week in Britain, mainly England and i feel odd here, don't get me wrong, it's so beautiful, but it's hard as i don't speak the language and i almost died doing the metro. oh well, to versailles tomorrow - then around europe and back to london.

**kylie, i shall give you a bell when i'm back in london

**and rose, sorry again, i hope the money and patty sorted out well!