NOW YOU CAN SEE HER DANCING

So, it's another one of those sleepless nights, where I really wished I was tired. I hardly ever want to be tired, because it just pisses me off, having to sleep. Think of the amount of things you could be doing if we didn't have to sleep. All those late night assignment times - wouldn't be so stressful, because we'd have the entire night to do them, and not have to stress about the lack of sleep for the next day.

I have no idea what made me dislike sleep. I've not really been the type to go to sleep early, but in my first, and second years of college, a late night for me was 3am at the latest. I don't think staying up to 3am is anything anymore, I do it so often, that it's become the norm' for me. Which ..is really bad, when I think about it.

And, it's not like I do anything that is beneficial to me during these fucking hours I'm awake. I could be looking for jobs, I could be doing something, anything. But no, I sit up listening to dance music remixes on Youtube, and click onto Topshop to see if they have any new stuff in ..Which is torture, because I HAVE NO MONEY. Since September, I've had 91p in my account. How depressing. I really should get a job. If anyone reading this would like to hire me, GO AHEAD.

Wahey, my sixth tattoo. The majority of my tattoos are on my left arm. Which is the arm I would use if I were ever to get a sleeve. WHICH, seems like it will probably happen in the near future. Not so much a sleeve, but a lot of things, which are next to each other, I want you to still be able to see skin, I don't want a whole arm covered in ink. I'll let you work out what that means, it's not really too hard.

As I've said in a previous post, I'm getting seriously bored with my hair again, and I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO WITH IT. I'm getting serious dark brown hair envy after watching New Girl, and Made In Chelsea. But, I know I'll probably regret dying my hair. Ah. I think I've finally got sick of the blonde dip dye. But, unless I cut it off, there's no way I can get rid of it, other than dying it, WHICH IS MY PROBLEM IN THE FIRST PLACE.

Ah. So, time to stop before I talk more shit.