INSOMNIA

So it's 3:12 in the morning and I'm sat writing this blog. I've basically stayed up because i am planning to have a relaxing bath at around 4 am- this is because the weathers so fucking hot this week that my forehead is well sweaty = greasy fringe. I hate washing my hair everyday, it becomes dry because i've washed out all of the natural oils from my scalp or whatever it is- I'm not a hairdresser therefore not an expert. I could have gone to sleep four hours ago and got a shower at six like i do every morning but for some reason i want to look really good tomorrow- nice hair required and i can't achieve that in the space of 15 minutes unless I'm having a bedhead day. I've just realised i could have been revising at least for my A Level exams which are in like fucking two weeks but yet again the internet takes over. I sound like I'm moaning but that's okay because it's now 3:19 in the fucking morning so I'm cranky. So guess i've established that i make too much effort and lose sleep to try to look good when people won't even look or give a shit anyway. Standard.

Just listening to my iTunes, Calvin Harris - I'm not alone came on. Remembered I'm seeing that sexy fucker on 6th May @ Cockpit. Can't wait. Keep forgetting about it because I'm so excited over Leeds Fest. Speaking of Leeds Fest, me and my good friend John were discussing how Hyde Park at dinner time is like a mini Leeds Fest- fit indie boys sat on grass smoking weed John's words, not mine ;) so yeah fully cannot wait.

Only... 128days: 08hours: 34mins left to go! Woot.

I may aswel go get this bath now, to save my vanity. 

I shall leave you with a picture of what i should be doing right now.