This snow is immense. It's so cool.

Ha. Pardon the pun. Ha. Oh my god I just got that.

I CAN'T EFFIN WAIT UNTIL HALF TERM! Me, Vicky and Charlie will be wondering around Londres aimlessly by ourselves for three days. Well. We'll meet up with Mama and Maria for lunch. Probs. *GASPS* You know what that means?! I can talk to Maria in Italian and make people think we're tourists!! Even Maria loves doing that because some people are actually kind of ignorant with it. Woman and her daughter in Morrisons when they heard us talking about pizzas: "Are they like, Spanish or something?" Didn't even bother to whisper it really.

But it makes me laugh.

I want some pink ballet pumps from French Sole.

And some more makeup. Like MAC stuff.

I need to get alot of money from various members of the family.

Me and Vicky are crashing in the living room for three nights. Flat's in Chelsea. Some famous peeps live around there. Aparrently. And there's a little Sainsbury's. I actually can't wait to live there with her in two years or something . . . been thinking about my future loads today. In a good way.  My aspirations of being a glamour model are taking alot of priority again. Which also means my determination to drop weight and work out has. I'll start working and saving up to get up a boob job when I'm 16 so I can get it at like, 20. Because once 30lb has gone, so will my tits. I don't want to be like the next Jordan or anything (tacky as hell and really in-ya-face). I don't even know why I want to do it. I JUST DO! I'll still study makeup though while in London, as a security thing.

I need to find somebody to go to Italy with until I find my feet there when I'm older. Ideally I want to glamour model there but suppose I could get my career started while I'm in London?

Oh my god I have so many ideas. I'm so excited. I just want to get out of school so I can start working like crazy and make $$$$  

Guys, can you answer this question for me, one hundred percent honestly?

Am I a bimbo?

Because when my stepdad said I was (not nastily though) my mum was like "Don't say that to her!"

And my brother likes to remind me that I'm stupid quite often.

Hm.

I guess I should be doing this English essay.

But I don't know what to effin do.

Oh well.

Found cellulite on backs of thighs last night. Freaked out a bit. Must destroy. New goal. DESTROY THOSE BLASTED LINES! I suppose it's not jaw-droppingly disgusting, but I still don't want it. I quite like my ass when it's firm and perky from working out . . . which I need to start doing more too. It's not small but I don't want it small.

Might make a new site.

Will give link.

Once it's made all pretty.

And once I got a pic of moiself to use as a profile pic.

A nice one, that is.

Off for a little lookie now.

Toodles

Saw my daddy today  

6 weeks until he comes home every Sunday. Can't. Fucking. Wait.

Sometimes I actually think I love him too much for words. In my eyes he's like, the perfect dad. He always has been. Our characters are so alike. Gah. Not. Long.

And I wish I could adopt my baby brother Jake. God, I just want to eat him. Oh my god, his squeal. Aaaah. I think I'm getting broody  

Not much else happened today . . . or yesterday.

169 days til Greece.

Not that I'm counting so specifically. I most deffinitley do not have a piece of paper to cross off the days on, and certainly didn't spend twenty minutes using two calendars to work out how long it was from the start of December. Shut up.

Might change the video at the top in a minute.

Oh, the thrill of it all.

You see that video above?

On your computers, does it actually play smoothly, or keep stopping and breaking up?

BECAUSE ON MINE IT BLOODY WELL DOES!