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.