Feel shit? Buy a TV!

As the title denotes...We all do silly things when we're not feeling ourselves. And since the double vodka and tequila slammer didn't help this afternoon, it's going to have to be retail therapy.

Not a great deal has changed since my last post. Although I'm definitely switching from TV to radio. Totally cannot be arsed with being told how I should look.

So, went filming today. And the weather was lovely, so lovely in fact, that it totally fucked up my filming! It was far too bright, god knows what I filmed! So all is shit in Macca Land today.

However, as I've been 'umming' and 'arring' for ages about buying a TV, I thought fuck it. And bought one about 10 minutes ago. My overdraft could've done without the £119.85 dent in it. But I guess I just can't have a social life anymore. Which bodes well for me as I am going to fail at uni, and indeed life, if I don't get my head down.

Just a short update really, as I can't be arsed with writing anymore. Bad times I know!

I will definitely update you (you, being whoever reads this - if anybody!) when something good happens to me =]

Laters xx

Down With The Stereotype!

Just let me get one thing straight. I'm not great at history, but people protested for rights? Like the suffragettes for Women's rights and stuff. So why do I still feel like I'm being ushered into becoming a perfect person, and not who I want to be?

Now I know this sounds like a 'drunken rant' - it really isn't. I'm FAR too sober actually. Could definitely do with a bottle of vodka handy. But I'm hitting the town tomorrow night, so I'll wait =]

Basically a few home truths have just dawned on me. And it's not great.

I do journalism, as you should know if you've bothered to cast your eyes to the right of the screen. And well, TV is kind of my strongest aspect of the course so far. And to be on the television you can't really have any individuality in the form of body piercings, tattoos or other pre-judged body modifications.

Which sucks for me, as I've spent the last 4 years of my life totally defying everything an adult has told me. And doing exactly what I've been told not to do. So as you can imagine, moving away to attend uni was fucking awesome for becoming myself =].

But it is dawning on me that I may have picked one of the most strict degrees ever. And this is getting me slightly down. Mainly because I was told I can't wear my lip ring next year, however no chance of that happening, I will compromise somehow. But I'm too strong minded to let someone, however professional and renowned they are, tell me how I should look.

My parents have come to accept that I will do what I want to my body, and that was the biggest challenge of my young life so far! So I'm not giving this up!

To be fair this little rant has made me feel a little bit more empowered. And I'm feeling a little better.

The way I look and style myself does not have any effect on my mind, nor the way I work, OR my intellect. So here's a giant F.U to the ideal perfect little Miss. I'm not going to conform to your stereotypes!

All hail the body piercer, the tattooist, the crazy hair dye colours, alternative music, head banging, drinking lager, dirty festivals and everything they told us NOT to do.

In a bitch x