God, end of another year.

 And only four entries for 2007. :(
A short summary, then:

Highlights: -

*... I did have fun in Art college. It was nice when I was doing work.
*Clubbing.
*Getting use to feeling pretty and girly.
*Hong Kong when I was out and about, seeing places, enjoying the weather, food, shopping.
*Disneyland!
*Ocean Park!
*Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, July 21st (though I got my book four days later on the 25th; I swear I finished on the 29th or 30th)
(June 27, 2003:
 

 - Age 14.)

EDIT Jan 5 08 - Fireworks on July 1st!

Lowlights: -

*New York.
*Art college.
*Boredom.
*Hong Kong when I was bored, stuck inside, aching from back pain from ice-skating (Ha!).
*Arguments (well, not so much arguments as Dad blowing his top off while I say nothing).
*Feeling really, really low.
*Being skint.
*Feeling so disatisfied with EVERYTHING.

 God, this year has really dragged. Hope it's better next year!

 Anyhoo, time to get ready for tonight. :3

 Must put on my slutwear. XD

 Love. <3

PS
 Watched IVT2's "J.K.Rowling -  A Year In The Life" about an hour ago or so - lovely ending to a year.

  

Okie-dokie-smokie.

 Well.

 I stopped going to Art college since my last entry. After the Easter holidays, it was too late according to one friend (Chic). So naturally, I failed, and will be going back to re-do the Art Foundation course.

 This Sunday, I will be making my way to HK, and will come back on the 31st... of July.
 So that's 6 weeks and 2 days (I think).
 I'm going there not for pleasure, but to apply for the adult version of the Residental ID (over 18 this year). I do not know why I'm applying for this nor why I applied for the Child ID last time when I was 15, turning 16.

 If I had posted an entry sooner, I would have been complaining how I don't want to die of boredom in HK, in such close proximity and in such large concentration of my family.
 And if ANYBODY says or even thinks "People would kill for 6 weeks in HK!", I'll kill you! DDD8<

 However, I will try and re-ignite my drawing habits there. And take lots of pictures.
 And stuff my face and shop hard (when I get the chance).

 Well, at least this year I'd be back for August. :3

...

 Hmmmm. I kinda miss putting fun things here, like quiz results or whatever. I can't even be bothered to post a whiney but colourful entry like I use to.
Oh well. For starters, I shall pimp my deviantART. 8D

 Let's see; besides dA, this year was mostly Naru'tarding on YouTube, eBaying (when I got cash), YouTube, annoying people via MSN, wasting time bitching about my friends (out of love, you understand), YouTube, working, shopping, going out, meeting people, dressing up, clubbing (when I get the chance), Youtube, wasting time, re-reading the whole of Harry Potter this month, and starting His Dark Materials again this week.

 Today, was the last day of shopping before HK for me and Metal Fangs. We had ramen and sushi later for food. Salmon teriyaki. |3
 I've mostly bought underwear, pajama shorts, underwear and ridiculous stuff like "footsies" from Marks and Spencers. They're basically socks/stockings/soft shoe-things! that just cover the soles and sides of your feet, and grip invisibly inside your summer shoes (supposedly) if you are not wearing normal socks or tights. HK's too humid for knee-high socks, and wearing flat shoes with no socks or tights but bare skin is highly uncomfortable for me.
 Also had to swap a pair of white demin shorts in Primark, with grey tailored-like ones; the white ones were nice, but I doubt I'd be able to keep it blindly ice white when I'm staying at my grandmother's. *sigh*
 
 Poor Metal Fangs. She had to endure my crazy swoopings upon groovy garments and stoooopid long queues (there was one on each floor - we went to all THREE of them. 8DD).

 Yesterday, was the sort of farewell-gathering in the casual tapas-style bar in Trefforest, with Best Mate, Metal Fangs, Chic, Gerkins and Sanrio (can't believe I remember which nickname belongs to who O.o). Had food, loadsa fish, a red wine, and a caramel shortcake which I had to take away. Lovely. <3

...

 Come to think of it, there's alot of things that happened that I've neglected to mention here. For instance, the university-in-London business I had with my family - annoyed the shit out of me.
 Memories are all jumbled up now. I've only wrote two entries in this blog that ever indicated I went to Art college. And the entry before that was last summer after Results Day, two days after my 18th birthday;

  Hm. :/ *reads more*

 "...I hated this (school) year, but now regret not acting like a 17 year old more often.

 It's the cusp age, between the silly and foolish 16, and the self-assured, proud, yet sobered 18. 17 is when you're vain, proud that you're older, proud that you're young enough to still be foolish...

 Either that, or it's just a long, slow transition, from 16 to 18.

 That's my view, anyway.

  I hope I'll mature to some languid Art bum (faultlessly elegant in jeans, cropped jacket and a huge swinging sidebag, of course! X3 ) that hangs around in the Prince Cafe in Ponty (two-storey, scruffy establishment that serve yummy cream pastries: eclairs, cream cushions (must try), coffee puffs, fruit tarts, blackberry tarts e.t.c), the hip Zushi sushi bar - or more likely, Buger King -  in Cardiff in the day; then a charming, pissy waitress by night. XD"

 Well, I haven't hung around the Prince Cafe like I wanted. I'm definitely a bum, but not so sure on the Art part, and haven't quite matured. Languid, sometimes - though maybe that's just being lazy. Not really self-assured, but very proud in the bad sense. Sobered? Not sure.

 I think I've enjoyed this year (this year meaning summer 2006-summer 2007) more than when I was 17, but my 18th has definitely felt shorter. So much shorter. Have to enjoy my August, if that's the case...

...

 Last few things to mention, then:

 I love dancing.
 I love dressing up.
 I love to talk, talk, talk, talk, and talk.
 My hair is really long: reaches just above my lower back.
 My room is terrible.
 I had tequila for the first time in ages. Still rank.

 Uh, anything I can get people from HK? MSN/E-mail/message me. :D

...

 Love you all.

  Oh yes.

 ... making doll sprites that is.
 

  

 Spelt it wrong in the previous post.

 And yay, I have two comments! : D

 butterflyxlife: Heh, don't worry, I'm definitely saving up for an even better trip! >:D

 Nekura: OMG, haven't seen that name in ages! The trips that the college organises usually gives the students a very flexible and free rein; they give us suggestions where to visit and directions on how to travel on paper. It's up to us however we want to organise what we want to see. Of course, there are roll-calls and meeting points, but usually we'd piss off by ourselves.

 This is probably why I'm not trusted to go onto the trip. >_>

 PS - Also spelt Metropolitan wrong.

  

 Happy New Year, people.

 Right, so basically, I've saved up, wheedled my way by asking for payment advances, thus, putting me in debt, working off the IOUs in work, to go to New York with the college.
 7 days.
 Art galleries such as the MoM, the Guggenheim, the Metropolian ("...finest collection of Egyptian art in the world!", I say goodbye to you), Statue of Liberty, Ellis Island, Central Park, Greenwich Village, Brooklyn Bridge, Madison Square Gardens, Empire State, Ground Zero, Chinatown, and a possible Broadway show.
I have done this since early October, 2006.

 Due to my stupidity and laziness, due to a thrid party's stupidity (third party being some Higher Power beyond the realms of the Art college), I have been deemed a Health and Safety Hazard, and did not reach the Risk Assessment requirement, two weeks before the trip.

 In other words, I have a cheque being sent back to me, refunding the payment of my plane ticket and hostel reservations in full.

 Apparently, an "irratic" person with a history of clinically (moderate) depression will most likely commit suicide in the YMCA. But quietly, cos I'm, like, "uncommunicative". You know, shut myself in the room, and remain undiscovered for days until the corpse stinks out the floor. Maybe cos I'm off the pills, I'm a danger to myself and others.

 Oh, may I add that third party never met me?

 Anyway. Best Mate has concluded that it's all due to the recent laws on Health and Safety on school-organised trips - they probably did it so my family can't sue their arses.

 Oh yeah, I can see my family now, "OMG, she killed herself, it's your fault, why did you let her on the plane!"??

 OH MY GOD, I am not fucking manically depressed! I have no intention of hurting myself; Christ, I wail in despair when I cut my knee while shaving.

 Oh and appreciating the prompt refund of the money that I've worked for.
 Half a year.

 I wasted energy, time - OTHER PEOPLE'S time from trying to help me! - paid in cash installments, rather than a full cheque, missed opportunities of a having LIFE to work off the IOUs, boasted about it, and hyped up for this trip! Half a year!
I didn't want to inform my father for fear of his denial of being able to go. I'd thought, "Fuck Dad, I'm paying so I'm going..."

 Bastards.

 What do you think I am, that I'm too deranged from my own problems, that I'm unfit to take care of myself on this trip?

 I'm so fucking glad that some people can have the ability to move money around; £499, easily compensated.

 Fuck you.

 Jesus Christ, if I'm such a threat to the wellbeings of my peers, I think the college's Careers Officer would have personally cancelled my plane seat, rather than send a Risk Assessment report.

 I.

 Want.

 To.

 Go.

 Trip's next Monday, Feb 5th.

 ...

 On a lighter note, Christmas at Best Mate's, and New Year at the Millenium Stadium in Cardiff (Heaven and Hell theme) - sublime.

 And I bought the ankle boots I've wanted for ages with the NY spending money (not the actual payment).