Faith moans about her feet.

It has come to my attention from one of my steadfast followers (don't get excited here, she is a friend of mine. We all know that I don't have any proper people-I-don't-know-in-real-life followers) that I have been somewhat slacking on the bloggery, which is obviously because my life has been so incredible and busy and popular that I haven't had a chance, so henceforth I vow to you a fantastic post about my fantastic life.
LOLJKS I'VE BEEN FILLING TIME I WOULD USUALLY DEDICATE TO BLOGGING TO EATING so this calls for a week of cigarettes and coffee instead of food. I've already failed by eating a bagel, but no one else need know.
Also, my best friend has decided that, instead of going to Southampton university to take an illustration degree and live out her life-long artisitic dream, she is throwing it all away to go travelling for a year, a concept that she only considered yesterday and has suddenly and irresponsibly taken over any 19-year-long ambition of higher education and fulfilling future career opportunities. I'm sort of mad at her, but I'll just have to call her every day and cry at her until she has the good sense to come home and stop wasting her life. STUPID GIRL.
Also, I sprained my ankle yesterday kickboxing, and now it is too swollen and bruised and tender to put my doc marten's on.
Also, I have so much graphics/art coursework due in on Monday and have to go to Westbourne now to buy work shoes because my current pair have a hole the size of my fist in them and thus my left sole has now taken on the form of a hobbit foot. Attractive.

Over and out.