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Friday, June 21st, 2002
4:14 am
If I could see one person right now it would be: meg
I live for: me
I am afraid of: spiders
It makes me angry when: i cry
I dream about: matt.....mmm
Number of boys I have kissed in my life: 100+
Number of boys ou have made out with: 100+
Number of drugs taken illegally: a few
Number of people I woud classify as true, could trust with my life type friends: maybe 3
Number of CDs that I own: 100+
Number of piercings: 10
Number of tattoos: 1
Number of times my name has appeared in the newspaper: 5, woo!
Number of scars on my body: only a few on my knees, oh and one from my injection thingy
Number of times a person has made me scared of what they could do to me physically: too many
Number of things in my past that I regret: not much
Last book you read: bird song
Last movie you saw: freddie got fingered
Last movie you saw on the big screen : the wedding singer?
Last phone number you called: freespirit
Last show you watched on TV: countdown?
Last song you heard: moron bro's
Last thing you had to drink: water
Last thing you ate: steak and chips
Last time you showered: this morning
Last time you cried: last week
Last time you smiled: a second ago
Last time you laughed: a couple of seconds ago
Last person you hugged: peat
Last person you kissed: stig
Worst thing you said ever: i love you
Last person you talked to online: ben
Last thing you smelled: my room
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Monday, June 17th, 2002
1:57 am
Im tired and eating semilina. I had my lip pierced on saturday. I got the sack for it on sunday. Bleurgh, I'm not in the mood for typing/talking. I'll update properly later.
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Friday, June 14th, 2002
11:47 am
I'm really bored so I stole this stupid little survery from someones lj.

01. I hurt: My boob in the pit last night.
02. I love: Music
03. I hate: Discrimination
04. I cry: When I'm sad, which isn't very often
05. I fear: Death
06. I hope: For soap on a rope
07. I sadden: My mum
08. I feel alone: When no one's there
09. I kill: Spiders
10. I talk: Too little
11. I listen: To music
12. I break: Stuff when I wash up so I don't have to do it again
13. I see: My room
14. I smell: Terrible
15. I taste: Like candy
16. I work: Hard for the money
17. I remember: Good stuff
18. I hold: out for more
20. I pray: no one saw that
21. I walk: A whole lot
23. I read: People's journals
24. I burn: Anything
25. I breathe: cigarrette smoke
26. I play: With my food
27. I miss: Stig
29. I want: Money
30. I wish: I could afford to go out tomorrow
31. I know: Not a whole lot
32. I said: "Thank you, i'll be your cashier"
33. I dream: Fucking odd-ass crazy shit
34. I have: A pink flamingo on my wall
36. I fall: Over in mosh pits
37. I wait: Tables
38. I need: Food
39. I live: In a fishing village!
40. I die: When I'm dead

Current Mood: bored
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11:37 am
Got my Jesse James ticket for 12th July at the joiners, should be pretty funny if not anything else. 40ft fall are supporting too which should be cool.

The slackers are supposedly playing there pretty soon aswell, and it's only about a week until I see the distillers!

Agnostic front, 23rd June, Camden Underworld.
The Distillers, 24th June, Camden Underworld.
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6:49 am
Last night fucking ruled. We didn't get to the Joiners until late because our lifts got all screwed up and people were being annoying, but we finally got there at 9pm. We missed steakfish, which pissed me off a bit since they were one of the main bands I went to see.

We met up with Ben and Will, and Kat (bleurgh) was there too. I saw tonnes of Stig's friends, but I don't even think that any of them recognised me, which was lucky for me. Peat was already there which was cool and he told us all about steakfish, and how good their performance was. Then we watched the foamers, who were average...not great but not bad all the same. Then LEFTOVER CRACK played and they ruled, and I had such a great time. No one else would come and dance with me in the pit, so I left my bag and my sweater with Jo and Peat, and ventured into the pit. It was pretty violent, but I managed to only fall over once. I did a few stage dives which was cool, but only because this random guy kept on encouraging me to do it. He was really nice, even though he kept landing on me when he jumped into the crowd. There was a french guy in the pit too, and he kept grabbing me and touching my arm and asking if I was ok. He was bizzarre, but sweet for asking I guess. I'm battered and bruised this morning, but it was all worth it. I also think I got impaled on a safety pin and then scratched to fuck but studs, but it was worth it.

I also got to meet the band. Stza signed my hello kitty bag.

Current Mood: awake
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Monday, June 10th, 2002
5:33 am
My week/weekend is planned.

Wedenesday:
Shopping with Ben, go and see Jo at work, get hair dye and photos.
Railway in, toupe playing, winchester tomorrow evening.

Thursday:
The Joiners, Punk and Ska night.

Friday:
The Joiners, Louis's band. Jo and Ben staying over.

Saturday:
Nexus

Sunday:
Work, and recover.

I wrote more but my entry got screwed and I didn't save it.

Current Mood: bouncy
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1:10 am
I went back to college today. I'm so tired. I didn't even go to any of my lessons, I just wasn't in the right frame of mind. Instead, I walked into the village and put my photos in at the chemist to get developed and then I led by the stream for a bit with Ben. That was cool. It was pretty sunny but the grass was a bit wet so I had to share Ben's jumper with him. He kept talking about Jo again, they should really get together.

We're all going to the Railway Inn tomorrow night to watch Toupe play. I text Karl to let him know I was going...finally, I'm going to see his band. He sounded happy. He told Emma he was nervous about seeing me, because last time I saw him he went on about how special I was and how he was so bored of being in a relationship and would just like to be single so that he could screw around. That freaked me a bit since he's the same age as my oldest sister; ie 11 years older than me. But all is cool.

Steph phoned me to yell at me today because I wasn't in art. She just went on about how I was going to fail if I didn't start going again and that she was all on her own. I apologised, although I'm not sure why. She continued going on at me. I don't think she's ever going to give it a rest.

And now I'm just drained. Mum and Jack (step dad) have been arguing all day, and I keep on ending up in the middle of it. It doesn't have anything to do with me, but that's the beauty of being someone's kid right? You get the blame for everything.

Oh, I started tenting the ceiling in my room today, it looks really good, and I brought some cheap butterflies and dotted them around the ceiling...heh, and scattered pink fluffy pillows on the bed. They look so fucking punk. ha. ;-)

Current Mood: drained
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Sunday, June 9th, 2002
10:30 pm
OK so I'm starting a new journal, because...I want to.

It's Sunday today, but it doesn't feel like a Sunday. It feels more like a Saturday, but hey.

I went to see DuckTape last night at the hype, they were fucking amazing. We went to the tripp before hand and watched a cool band there too...I forget what they were called though. I got free beer at the tripp too because J was working behind the bar, so I'd give him a fiver and he'd give me five pound coins back. Sweet. Jo and Ben finally got together, and Wheeler kept sleezing onto my face. We nearly stayed at the beach hut again but it was cold and all we would have had to eat was bread and tomato ketchup, which doesn't help the old hangovers. Umm. I drank way too much stella and way too much bud. I worked today but it was dead. Obviously nobody wants to come and see otters and owl's when it's raining. Oh, and I got "Jitta bugs" from work. I had 50% discount too so they ended up costing me about 80p each.

I saw Livewire on Friday. That was cool. I got ratted again and complimented lots on my arm socks. I also danced with roger, my favorite barman and drank too much. I took pictures of the band for them, I'm hoping they'll turn out OK...although they probably won't due to drunkeness.

Hmm. I saw a lars and the bastards t-shirt that I want on the internet earlier but nowhere ships to England. I need to make my livewire t-shirt and my distillers one for the 24th. I'm going to cover the front with Brody pictures and on the back write "My names Ally, I'm from Hythe" like in "The Young Crazed Peeling" when she says "My name's brody I'm from Melbourne". Jo wants me to make her one too. Ahh and I need to sort out my knitting machine so that I can make some more arm socks. And I'm considering a mohawk, only not a proper one with shaved sides, but just with the sides slicked all back and the top spiked up huge. I'll see though, I might need to get some wood glue. Oh and my summer ball tutu and arm socks are coming along nicely.

Gave some money to some homeless guys earlier and sat and talked to them for about an hour. One was called Jim and the other one was called pete. They were cool. Homeless people have so much more interesting things to talk about than regular people. I liked their dogs too.

Current Mood: hyper
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