Tuesday

Anyone have any thoughts on Kristen Stewart's smoking? I know I'm not meant to say anything remotely like this but I think it adds to her extremely aloof (& extremely cool) persona.

I'm not one of those clones who now worships her because she played Bella Swan in the little-known Twilight, but I do really admire her because I feel that she is extremely relatable.

I am awkward, lily-white, a tomboy with red/brown hair and boyishly skinny. She's so young, and I feel that maybe she does this just because of the stress? Of course, it's not responsible, it's not clever and it's certainly not healthy but what 19 year old is a pillar of society these days anyway when subjected to that sort of media attention?

Now I'm not expecting a tonne of replies because this is an extremely new and pretty shit blog so I'm effectively having a one sided debate with myself... beautiful.

Last night I saw the first episode of Britain's Next Top Model - the same, low standard we usually maintain which is as expected. I can never quite put my finger on why we can never quite get there? Not that you ever see the girl's from ANTM ever doing anything after the series finished because these shows nurture the girls into thinking they know everything about an industry they've never really experienced properly which is probably why they never make it.

I could sit here and write about crap all evening but I should probably get some sleep, my AS levels are running towards me at an alarming speed and my mind is so full of French I might just implode.

Peace

My First Post :)

They won't all be like this one, but I'm not quite sure what I'm meant to write here just yet, so I think I'll start off with some of my writing that I started a couple of days ago. It's a newish project and I've only just got the confidence to start sharing my writing. Bear in mind that I'm only 17 so it's not going to be amazing! This is my first paragraph...



I stared at the violet clouds, trying to calm my breathing, desperately needing tobacco but settling for oxygen. I’d never been here before, yet the smell was familiar. It seemed so forced, so unnecessary. Fingers tangled through my dark hair as I tried to work out what exactly was in the immanent future for me, Chloe Moreau. I knew I shouldn’t be here, I just couldn’t work out if I cared or not. Alcohol sat in pools throughout my brain, drowning judgement. Adrenaline drummed a metronome rhythm on the inside of my ears, an uncomfortable pulse further down my body refusing to keep time. And then he called me ‘Baby’.






In the future I'll probably write on here about fashion and life and other things, but for now I'm off to watch 'In the Land of Women' (Kristen Stewart, need I say more).

Bisous