thnks fr the mmrs.

non-chronologically. (Except for number 1)
number 1: Tilly, Emily, David, Nathan, Ali, Dom and me, all at the lakes for the first time ever. I'm trying to remember some quotes from that night but I don't remember.

number 2: Golf course all-nighter night. The day was so shit and boring but it turned out to be such a sick night. There was some underwear-clad teenagers running over the greens that night.

number 3: Strawberry fair. Charlz Waite and the reggae tent, "you alright sweet'eart". Herbs' little wierd stoner/trance hand waving thing. Just general train times.

number 4: ROTW. Met samuel and now look at what's happened. Probably the hottest day of the summer.

number 5: Emily's party. Watching Sam and Joe jump the fences was something I'll never forget. Probably the craziest night of the year.

number 6: The night at the Butt's. So many memories out of just one night. BANGGG SSSHHHHH. Tillyyyy having a bit too much to drink. The extensive amount of facebook rape. Walking to total. Hourly fag breakss. Feeding the snake. So many jokes times. Bring on the Butt parents going on holiday in the summer. That's three whole weeks of mayhem.

number 7: THE best christmas eve, ever. My sister finding out about just about every single illegal thing involved in my life :') The '6 minute to christmas' song. Cross-dressing. Smoking 'special fags' in the garden. "Nathan do you wanna try smoking custard powder instead of cocoa powder?"

number 8: all the crazy times at stanborough.

number 9: my house party. The day that Maureen Gissileire will never live down.

number 10: Emzilly's birthday night at the wood's. "LET'S PARTY"

number 11: snow day.

number 12: Enter shikari.

number 13: the night at Daniel Ward's

I'll add to this, people comment on it if you think of any more.

goodbye 2009.

It's almost the end of the sickest year I think I've ever had in my life. It's been pretty mental at times with things happening that I never thought would happen but it's made it all the more exciting. Straying from the point a second, please someone teach me how to use commas. Anyway, back to it. I don't really remember the first couple of months of 2009, so I'll talk about the best ones.

There has been a few people that have really made this year what it is. These people are: Tilly, Emily, Sam, Dom, Jord and Callum. A few of these are late-comers admittedly, but they are still probably the most important right now. They really have made the last few months what they were. Then there is the 'original group' who I love dearly and don't want to lose in any hurry. They also made my year what it was and 2010 is going to be even better.

The memories have been crazy ones from having 100+ people in a two bedroom, terraced house (crazy times) to running through a golf course in as little clothing as possible. I want to just write a list of every good time I've had in 2009. I may do it in another post in fact..........

ouchy.

What if I don't still have you by then? And my insides are torn up from the loss and hurt. How everything would change. How would I feel? How would you feel? These thoughts right at this second are taking up my head and I don't like it one bit. If I carry on thinking like this I'll end up tearing out my hair. STOP IT ELOISE.

Skin'ead.

Ok so yet again, I've been inspired by rebellious cult movements. I really want this book and it's only a fiver on amazon. If anyone would be much obliged to buy it for me for Christmas, the gesture would be totally appreciated. Thanks.

Do it.

Have you ever sat down and thought, what's stopping me from doing what I want? It could be fear of upsetting the people you love. It could be that you're afraid of breaking away from the social norm. It could be that you're scared of being laughed at and made a fool of. It could be that you simply aren't ready to show everyone that you can and will be different. There is a point in everyone's lives where they realise they are being held back. It's just the brave that break away, and say "fuck you" to everyone else. These are the people that I have the most respect for.
Individuality is something that I constantly strive for but it's hard because there always be someone who wears your clothes, speaks the same way as you and does the same things as you. This is just an unfortunate fact of life, after all there is 6 billion people on our planet.
I think I have come to point where I need to forget about what insignificant people think. I can't keep pandering to people's needs. I need to break out of the opressive rut that stops me from being totally myself. I can't keep trying to please everyone as not everyone will always be pleased.
I am lucky in the way that I have good friends who let me be myself. That doesn't stop me from being scared of unacceptance. Being told "no way eloise don't do that you'll look stupid." I guess the truth hurts but sometimes the truth you are told isn't always correct. It might be right for them but not right for you. Just go with your instincts and you might be suprised at what you might find.
I must stop babbling on about crap.

happy, you have no idea.

Ok, so I'm in the best mood. Yeah alcohol may have
contributed to this feeling but fuck, seriously, never
felt this good drinking before. Could write about anything.
Just listening to some Jay-Z. Chav bitch. The backspace
has been used a ridiculous amount in this post. Can
hardly type. But anyway, best mood.

fuck it, it's the 1980s.

The 1980s. The age of "fuck the world and fuck what you think." An age of shops called Sex, girls with mohicans, bands without musical talent (what's changed), safety pin earrings and the balls to stick your middle finger up to the queen. Yes, the punk age. The age that, style-wise, is slowly making a comeback. Models like Ash Stymest, Alice Dellal and Daisy Lowe seem to spur on the craze for punk-styling and the "fuck it" type attitude. I wish I could pull it off but unfortunately I do not have balls. Anyway life goes on, blah blah blah.

Baa Baa.

So today I decided to follow in the footsteps of my friends and start a blog.
I feel like a silly sheep, but it will be fun and a good experience I think. Plus I would
love to express what goes on inside my noggin. I was worried about who in the world
would read it, cue Tilly: "I WOULD READ IT EL" and that's all I need.