Beds? Beds are for sleepy people. Lets get a kebab and go to the disco!

Errrr...



Its actually here now and by 'its' I mean my new 'i like stuff' blog currently known as "The Rampant Ego Mania of Holly Forghorn"

HOORAH.

So yeah,.

Hello kids, long time no post. I guess I'm not as interesting as I was at school! I have a written diary now where I feel I can be much more personal than what I could be here. It also acts as an art-journal. Since leaving college I feel like I actually want to 'do' art, now its not a full time education thing for me.

Things are good. My brain is a little skew-whiff, but I'm enjoying being at university at home, and I am still happily with Leo and I go out silly-dancing with my friends on Thursdays.

I'm still an internet lurker.
I've started a 'things wot I like' blog, its on Vox at the mo, but it might move, depends on how I find the interface and service. Disappointingly, it doesn't allow comments from non-vox users. Mind you, I'm not looking for an internet audience. If maybe one person reads it and thinks it is interesting then thats fine by me!

Muchos lurve and amore...

I swear I'm still alive. I've finished college so I'm still adjusting to having 'time'!!!

I ought to post more. But I probably won't. If I'm honest I'm concerned that 2003-2004 is so well documented in all its embarrassingly 16-year old nervy spazzs, and 2005-2006 and most likely 2007 is just a long nothing.

Things:
- My friend Jackie has crazy elbows, and one connected with my face on Thursday, leaving me with a cracking bruise on my right cheek.
- I'm ill, again. But as one of my work mates spotted a grown man wiping his nose on a packet of biscuits on Sunday, I am not surprised I'm ill.
- My phone got stolen whilst I was at work (example number two of the skeffy clientele I have) It got blacklisted so hopefully the twat that nicked it has been punched in the face by his dealer or whoever he sold the phone to.
- I'm going to see Alexisonfire and Derren Brown. Not at the same time, obv, but that would be pretty delightful.
- People are surprised that Bernard Matthew's turkeys got bird-flu? Shoving thousands of shit covered turkeys in a shed means infections spread fast. Duh. Bird flu has existed for centuries in free roaming and wild birds. But....if people must have 15 eggs for a pound and 1.5kg chicken for £3, well....you have to give the public what they want *throws up* If we all get bird flu, I'm so blaming my customers. And people who buy shitty meat and eggs.
- Nintendo Wii makes me smile.
- I kissed a zebra called Susie.
- I made a spaz of myself when I was drunk on Thursday. More so than usual.
- My Modern toss comic is pretty much joy. You reading this mate? yeah fucking looks like it an all. Same goes for my drive by abuser badge.

Consumerist-whore wise, I bought two pairs of horribly amazing slipper shoes of ebay. Both tartan. I originally was gonna buy the very last pair of grey tartan ones that existed on the internet for £20. But they cancelled my order. Then they turned up on ebay. So I got the grey pair and the red pair.
I also would very much like these so long as they are not too skinny, as skinny jeans are very barf-worthy indeed. Same goes for stupid ballet pumps and cut off tights. I can't wait for the skinny jeans trend to end. Those jeans look like they will be straight leg and long enough to turn up. Huzzah.
Also: Zis I saw it when it was first submitted to threadless and gave it 5$. I might get it on a hoodie. Then go Bluewater and watch the security guards shit themselves. Except I don't live near Bluewater and that's a stupid idea.

My two latest Answers.com searches have been 'the Kray twins' and 'pepperoni' take from this what you will.

The Players:
Me, sat outside Argos at 7 last night, listening to Coheed & Cambria
A horrible 8ish year old girl in a witche's costume.
Her little sister in a similiar outfit
I'd hazard a guess the older woman with them was their mother.

Me: (taking out one earphone when the elder girl stands in front of my face) Hi.
Her: Trick or treat...you got anything?
Me: Err...no, sorry.
Her: You're lying you are. Gimmee whatever you've (she may have sworn at this point, not sure, Claudio Sanchez was guitar-soloing in my other ear) got.
Me: Err....no, sorry.

And off she and her skeffy sister and potential parent stalked towards the Ritz. I then almost got hit the face by a chav.

On the plus side, our team 'Pineapple U.S.A' won all three rounds of the quiz. Which was good, because I don't think my cta-grief depression could have brought down the mood anymore.
Our round one prize was a pitcher of Carlsberg
Our round two prize was a crate of Apple VK (wicked) by this point, everyone else is gonna kill us as soon as we leave the bar. The jammiest of our answers was "What is Lachanophobia a fear of?' as the answers eithre began with V or W, we put virgins. Albert then tells us to put vegetables as a guess.
Lachanophobia is indeed the fear of vegetables and everyone was pretty much gobsmacked.
Our round three prize was a 'crate of something we cant sell'. Al guessed it was Slate 20, which it was. He can't sell it either. It was a picture round, of sweets with the names blurred out.
We put Crunchie nuggets down as a guess (it was right) and Jackie put 'Star bar' down as one of the other answers. When the girl doing the quiz said 'Number 6 is Star Bar' I think I almost had a heart attack. She looked as if she might have one when she realised we'd gotten the answer.
We then won a fiver on Deal or No Deal.

It was a fruitful evening.

My doll died this morning. I have not the words. She'll be buried in the garden today with the rest of the animals by my Dad, the unenviable task he has.
She was due for an operation on her thyroid gland on Friday. I guess it's just as well she died on the mat in kitchen, not on a cold and clinical vet's table.
The picture of her is old. It makes her look chubby. Recently she has devloped a habit of sitting in oil, which makes her skeletal frame look even scraggier. Her heart just couldn't keep up.

I'm wearing a facepack at the minute (BB Seaweed, after my almost £100 splurge in Lush yesterday*) and I'm sure it's doing good (I have another lifeform growing above my top lip at the mo, urghhgg) but I feel that my nose is the centre of gravity or a black hole and is slowly pulling my cheeks into oblivion, it feels that tight. HELLA TIGHT.

If they don't play My Sharona at Scream tonight, I may cry.

*I didn't spend £100, technically. I actually spent about £50 of my own money, £25 of my Mum's for her uber-expensive moisturiser and other things, and got £20 off because i had a voucher and 10% discount. SCOOORRREEE!
Plus, some people (i.e. Leo) spend hundred of pounds on metal they will beat with wooden sticks. We're talking to the tune of about £400 here people. Some people buy very expsnive chemically laden animal tested skincare. I don;t. I actually NICE things.

Hey kids, before I get around to Summer Hollyday : PART DEUX, I thought I would share (Probably again...) that I spend a lot of the time I should spend doing art college work on StumbleUpon....come join me, lets make this so big arse hippy swingout of timewasterness....


I PARTY ON IN HERRE

(Not that I am an internationally renowned blogger. Except I should be. In my own head.)

I am far too lazy to form coherent paragraphs of any interest anymore (infact, since starting college, my speech has gotten progressivley worse, leading to the sort of mouth dyslexia I experienced in my interview for same)

THUS I PRESENT IN PICTURES WITH CAPTIONS: SUMMER 2006

( Oh, I spose an lj cut would be useful )