Hello There Blog!

I have totally ignored you, but that's because I've been:
a) busy
b) trying to do a journal in French. It had unexpected side-effects, such as making me totally insecure about the level of my basic French. I need grammar revision, I need vocabulary revision - AARGH!

Perhaps if I make an effort to write more complex entries, then I'll manage to improve my vocab. As you know, it is Bank Holiday Monday. My sisters are over for dinner (unfortunately). The eldest, --------, is without her husband ------ because he found a way to get out of it AGAIN. He always plays the 'work' card and avoids interacting with us. Their marriage has always been rocky, and it appears to be reaching the point of divorce now. I can't say I'm surprised, and I am keeping my involvement as non-existent as possible. Basic rule #1 for my survival and mental health? Fuck the family.

Two men I have to thank extensively for helping toughen up my emotional hide to this point are - *drum-roll* S--- and A---. I was obsessed with A--- as pretty much any of my good friends could tell you, and I still am, but now it's in a good way. It's not fear, and I don't dwell on him to the point of sounding like a loony. We just hang out and I am neurotic no more. He is one of my best friends, and in the slightly-paraphrased words of S---'s good pal M--, I know that in future 'I will still love him and need him in my life.' Haha.

Just to remind myself, I am hell-bent on going to:

- Gareth Pugh: Fashion In Motion (Friday June 15th at the V&A). I need to book free tickets which will become available on Monday 4th June (i.e., in a week exactly). I am taking A---.
- Panic Attack! Art In The Punk Years at the Barbican (5th June until... er... who knows?). Tickets are £6 online. I plan on taking S--- and A--- to this.

God, I'm such a boy-girl. It's terrible. I attract guys like a magnet, and seem to have less luck with females. That first part could be taken as arrogance - but I don't mean that because I'm so gorgeous or whatever. I just do, probably because girls treat me with more suspicion than guys. Rightly so - I'm something of a failure femalely (my coinage!). Make-up and 'pretty paints' (my coinage again... as far as I know... ha! On fire) exasperate me for the most part. Clothes are fun and all, but I often let my utilitarian streak keep my crazy-frilly-frothy-fun streak in check.

I changed my picture on Facebook to one of me looking rather pretty and got poked by two guys and messaged by two. Good Lord. It almost proves my point. A CERTAIN SOMEONE - who was obsessed with me for a while - proves the point.

Time to eat - I SHALL RETURN HENCE! I hope that makes sense. RHYME! :-D