Why is everything so expensive?

I currently have £5.98 to my name.

I want to go to the gym, this will leave me with 98p till July.

I want to go to London and draw some things in the natural history museum. This will leave me with - £10.02.

I want to go and see prince of Persia. If I go on Wednesday I may manage it, but I can't be sure.

Honestlyyy.

J'AI UNE ROBE DE.... PROM!

(oh dear lord I'm supposed to be doing Alevv French next year... haven't done any in what 4 months? ohnoohno.)

ANYWAY! School's out, guys! No more exams, no more stressyness and no more disgusting bottle green jumpers which make me look as frumpy as a dumpling (?) (omg got told today by a bra fitter I have bra size 30F - thirty eff)

Anyhoodles, I have a prom dress! It may be very unoriginal, it may be from Topshop, but it's lovely. And, I searched far and low and this is the only nice one which looks good as well, and it's just gonna be sexxy. Big black killer platforms to compliment and some chunky jewellery... Magnifique!

I'm very happy today guys, wanna know why? I think I've found my... passion. My niche. My calling. And everything is good - I no longer feel I need to be a lawyer.

Au revoir xx

my exams present

(I some how managed to persuade my Dad I deserved this...)

words nd love nd banksy nd stuff

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I LOVE DANCE SHOWS.

They're such a hoot. I think I vowed never to wear a catsuit again a few years ago but when you're playing a cat, it's kinda necessary. Then being Elpheba an hour later, with what 4 other costume changed in between and then another 5 after. Not to mention the different face paints.

Worst feeling during a dance show: running off stage whilst your next dance is being called to the wings, and realising you have no idea where your costume is... It's great.

But all went well and I have officially decided that if I fail in all my exams, I am definitely just gonna be a dancer. Done.

Right now, I wish

I was in: Australia. On a beach, getting a tan. I've just looked at the photos of my friend who moved to Australia a few years ago (whoa hey stalker!) and her life just looks so cotch - I think it's literally how it seems on the films. Swinging on ropes into a lake.

I was reading: The Picture of Dorian Gray. It's such a lovely book.

I was eating: Chocolate profiteroles, nomnom.

I was drinking: Cracker. Bloody love that stuff.

I was with: THE GALS. I sometimes get so tired (physically not mentally) of being a girlfriend, so it's nice to just be. With the gals.

Instead I'm revising (or I'm supposed to be revising) Maths which I don't get and English Language which I don't care about. Euuurgh someone take me to a beach, or shopping.

Garance Dore

Lovely blog, lovely photos, lovely illustrations

http://www.garancedore.fr/en/

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