Afflatus.

I've found myself feeling overly creative.

You may think this is a good thing but i can assure you for me, it's really not. I don't mean to be too thrasonical when i say this but... I've always thought there's a fine line between being a creative genius and being an absolute "head the ball". I prefixed this as i do consider myself to be extremely creative, yet i do not consider my technical skills to be as good as i would like them, i still have a lot to learn.

To be honest, I think it's more about being a perfectionist at the end of the day, - not ever being completely happy with what you create - but it's the only way to stay on top i feel. I don't believe that anyone should ever consider anything they do to be their best (unless they've reached a point in their life where they don't wish to carry on their vocation) otherwise they will never achieve anything better - and truly accept it.

Fashion.

I can't cope with the absolute number of wannabes recently.

In the space of a year i've completely lost all interest in the fashion industry thanks to all these hipster, wannabe fashionistas out there, each with about as much creativity in them as a macaroni picture frame.

They strut around with their blatantly bletcherous clothing, blogging their aeolistic opinions on trends. I for one, am on the verge of killing myself. The world of fashion does not need any more of these, henry holland/christopher kane arseholes! Yet sadly, this is the way i see things going.

It's hard to see something you love slowly lapidated by a barrage of sequins and studs.

Emilia.

Went to Manchester today with Em.

It's weird how you can not see someone for almost half a year, yet when you do see them, it feels like it's only been a few days.

Vegan.

At the end of the day i always find myself drifting back to veganism/rawism/starvation etc. so i decided i may as well make a change for good - or at least one that lasts more than a few months.

I've been living 'la vegan loca' again for about 3 weeks now, and i've gotta say it's been goin pretty well. Tonight however... Things went, not-so-pretty-well... I was pacing my kitchen opening cupboards, drawers, the fridge; trying find something to eat (with no luck). With a bit of encouragement from my parents, i made myself some big ass chicken and sausage barm - i mean what sober mind would fashion such an unholy creation of chicken... and sausage... no!!! I still fucking ate it though.

The only explanation i can give, is that i was consumed by some, savage, hyperphagic, primordial emotion which forced me to take part in eating such debauched cuisine!!!!

Tomorrow calls for a large order of coffee and peppermint tea, methinks.

Basically.

Tried starting up a new blog but felt weird, i'm gutted that i deleted all my old posts off here as well.

Anyways i'm gna start off writing on here again... cos i rlly just cba with everyone and no one cares what i have to say at the end of the day.