Sorry...

I'm rubbish.

I also should really cancel this blog as I didn't fail my exams. I didn't go to uni, but not because I failed. I did better then was expected of me and now I am looking for better things. This is great news and my parents are very proud of me but it means I'm now stuck on a lonesome Gap Year with no one to talk to but my toes.

Since I am such a great list maker, I will write you all a list of the exciting things I have done on my three months of Gap Year so far:

1. Cried. A lot. But then I got over that.

2. Turned 19. Major anti-climax.

3. Got too drunk in Burberry at Vogues big night out and spent £250 on a top that I've worn once

4. Been to one of those "hip/happening" london parties that are in Hello, OK and Grazia. sitting at a table with Florence Welch was totally normal for me, not weird at all...

5. Visited Totoro in Brizzle

6. Watched more films then I can think of right now with Franz

7. Worked at the ski show for Snow and Rock

8. Got another job with Snow and Rock at The North Face in Victoria (come down and say hi, you can't miss me, I'm the only girl working there)

9. Booked a Ski Instructing course in Banff (Canada) for four months (I learn to teach)

10. Cried a bit more, but this time because I found a really funny website; damnyouautocorrect.com. I was a human ROFLcoptor. No lie.

I think I only find it funny because (don't judge) I got an iphone. I know. I'm one of them. A cunt.

I'm embarrassed now.

I also have the flu and was thus off work today so I should toodle pip.

Its nice to be back

I'm Preparing To Return To Failing Form

A level numero uno is tomorrow kids, the biggy: a two and a half hour drama exam, I'm very very scared, I would really rather not fail.

Fortunately, I only have 3 exams not the 9 thats some poor sods have to survive. the downside of this of course is that I can kiss my social life goodbye as no one will come out to play with me until theirs are down.

selfish really

Finally, the Perfect Jeans

I bought them from Topshop.commo on Tuesday and when I arrived home from collge today LOW AND BEHOLD, they were waiting for me with a smile. I have never worn a pair of jeans this unbelievably wonderful before, I have also been wearing the wrong size for the last three years, I'm more petite then I thought I was, apparently.

About two weeks ago, I got this pierced

The anti-helix (this isn't me), I love it but it is paining me from time to time.

Through my stalking of fashion bloggers, it has become apparent to me that wearing heals in public is acceptable and I should work up the courage

I'll keep an update

and I'll probably never do it.

Wait, I thought Johnny Potsmoker was MY alter ego?

So Kittens, my darling friend Smokey Bandit (he chose the name...forgive him, he's a baby) told me I need to do a top 5 stoner movies (I asked if that mean't movies to watch when you're lean or movies about smoking the bud and he replied EITHER!)

However, I thought that my judgement on movies of such an illustrious genre would be irrelevant, I am including for the first (and most likely the last) time someone else's thoughts on the matter...

LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, FOR ONE NIGHT ONLY, THE TOP FIVE STONER MOVIES IN THE OPINION OF SMOKEY BANDIT (super gay Wilf, super gay)

5. Knocked Up

Classic Apatow

the scenes with all the men are my favey

4. Jay and Silent Bob Strike Back

In all honesty and fairness, I have never seen this film

aren't they the blokes from clerks?

3. Pineapple Express

totally agree, this movie is the tits

2. Harold and Kumar Get the Munchies

Again, never seen it

I've seen the second one though

1. Fear and Loathing In Las Vegas

I have not seen the movie, but I've read the book and its fucking weird

so there you have it boys and girls, enjoy Smokey Bandit's favorite lean, mean, giggly machine films so light up, sit back and grab your cheetos 

now the best TV for the munchies in my view, Heston's Feast is on

he's such a sexy devil

About Rosie Mary

I like to wear black

I don't like cider

I like Folk music

I don't like Desperate Housewives

I like cuddles

I don't like Vegetarians

I like books

I don't like melons

I like company

I don't like La Roux

I like vampire movies

I don't like lasagna 

I like mocking birds

I don't like pigeons 

I like Dodo Pads

I don't like chocolate cake

I like my brothers

I don't like people

I like blossom

I don't like porridge

I like cartoons

I don't like facebook (but still use it religiously) 

I like wine

I don't like Georgia Jagger

I like birds eye chicken dippers

I don't like offal

I like red hair

I don't like bees

I like the smell of petrol

I don't like Mogden

I like Roald Dahl

I don't like the Sea Side

I like Topsy and Tim

I don't like milk

I like Fennel

I don't like mannequins 

Braille

She was lying on the floor and counting stretch marks

She hadn't been a virgin an he hadn't been a God

So she named the baby Elvis

To make up for the royalty he lacked 

And from then on it was turpentine and patches

From then on it was cold Cambells form the can

And they were just two jerks playing with matches

Coz thats all they knew how to play

Elvis never could carry a tune

She thought about this irony as she stared back at the moon

She was tracing her years with her fingers on her skin

Saying, well why don't I begin again

With turpentine and patches

And cold cold Cambells from the can

After all I'm still a jerk playing with matches

It's just that he's not around to play along

I'm still an asshole playing with candles

Blowing out wishes

Blowing out dreams

Just sitting here and trying to decipher 

Whats written in braille upon my skin

-Regina Spektor

Marry Me Marcus Mumford

Seriously, J'adore

Brian, Beeb and I went to see them on Saturday at Shepherds Bush Empire; epic is the only way to describe it.

my two favorite songs are Roll Away Your Stone 

and

Lover of the Light

oh, the latter might be the best thing I've ever heard in all of my life

if you must listen, do a youtube stalk and listen to the one that is live at Sidney Oxford Art House

coz the drumming is tres beau

I would Marcus Mumford bang me like his drum any day.

over.