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May 01, 2009 11:47


My hair is just too difficult to manage when straight, it wants to be wavy.




Does anyone know of good curling mousse? Preferably something under £10.

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Planet Hop was epic, as usual. Different crowd in this time; younger people who obviously enjoyed the music. As promised Parliament was played (specifically "Give up the Funk" and "Atomic Dog") and I was pretty much fucking ecstatic. I didn't really enjoy the music after Junsei stopped DJing; I thought the other DJ from last time would start but it was someone else that just played dance music. Everyone was pretty much falling asleep so we left to get some of the greatest egg fried rice in the world. Adam was dithering around so we waited outside and HOLY SHIT the guy from last time that came into the club and just stood there staring at us came over to us asking if we wanted to go to another club. Then he asked me what I was dressed as (futuristic air hostess) and somehow conversation turned to my "Bambi" legs. He didn't know what Bambi was, not being English (although we could see he was oriental he had to lift his hat to show us his bleached hair) and asked instead if my legs were "real" and if he could touch them. I told him yes they were and he could take my word for it and then Adam kind of moved us along.

In general, we were left alone... leered at constantly while we shoved our faces with rice but left alone. Up until the end of the bus ride. Now, I know that some people seem to misunderstand some of my opinions, and generally I'm adverse to saying such controversial things but... I'm still very annoyed. You also must understand that where we live, in London, people and cultures will act differently to say, a small town in America. Basically I get fucking pissed off when Indian people just encourage the negative stereotypes about them. I've never had a problem with black people, they leave me alone, but Indians... There seems to be 3 different types; the strict family, traditional ones (who are the reason why we live in such a nice, quiet place), the perverted men ranging from young to old and the little SHITS that think they are black.

I had been asleep on the bus (lying down on the backseat) and I woke up to a guy saying "You alright bruv" to my boyfriend; it was a black guy that was sat in front of me. He wasn't starting anything, he didn't even look at us in a bad way. It was the huge group of Indians and WHITE GIRLS (do not even get me started) that basically took over the back of the bus. I pretty much knew something was going to happen because I said to Katie that I wasn't looking forward to walking through them. There were two boys sitting directly opposite us/half on Rosie that started saying to the black guy, "hey brother you from harrow, don't I know you?" OBVIOUSLY JUST BECAUSE HE WAS BLACK (I also have a feeling we weren't started on straight away because they couldn't tell if we were with the black guy). Eventually one guy turned to us, asking why we were dressed like that, and I just joked along at first, but as we got up to leave he started saying really fucking lewd shit. Due to the bus braking Katie and I had to hold on for a moment at the back, with all these chavs yelling at us and as we started walking they kicked us hard (I think Rosie had also gotten hit on the arm).

I also found it ironic that they had previously been shouting out "ghetto gospel" although I suppose the lines "and peace to this young warrior without the sound of guns" and "it ain't about black or white, cause we're human" are completely lost on such morons. No matter what boy, kicking people won't make you black.

In slightly better news, my AMAZING-ASS PIRATE BOOTS came today. I'm pretty sure I scared the UPS guy with my beautifully hungover state, and anger at having to pay an extra 20 quid tax. I'm going to wear them tomorrow when I have another shoot with Hakan (he is so backwards and forwards he should start his own airline). But now I HAVE to drag myself to university and grab a scanner otherwise I'm fucked. I have a critique for the project on tuesday and for the past week the scanners haven't been free, and I can't do it monday because I'm going to Cambridge for a shoot D:

drama, drunk, pointless picture, outings

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