This is just plain old fugly.

Yes thoses things are my eyes.
Why I put eyeliner on just the bottoms of them if a mystery.

PROM!

Everyone dreams of prom. All the boys in suits and the girls in their wonderful dresses. BUT THEN you have to hang out with your retarded sister all night. The one that didn't even go to your school. Or maybe it's just me and Nadia at our Grad Ball.
Nadia looks so bored. She really doesn't want to be seen anywhere near me. When my friend Ruby put this up on facebook I was so upset, but now it's all I can do to not die of laughter everytime I see it.
and yes that is a bottle of Buckfast wrapped in my arms.

This is how good a person Kirsten is...

I look like that monster from The Goonies. Look how much smaller her hand is compared to my neck. I remember her delicate touch. So like Princess Diana with landmine victims. I am not surprised I was mistaken for someone with Downs Syndrome that time I went ice skating if I looked anything like this that day. Which, actually, we can assume I did.


It looks like I have only one giant tooth too. It looks as though I've seen something I really want and she is trying to hold me back, like a carer. As though I've seen a chainsaw and I want to play with it.

Parting is such sweet sorrow...

...actually for the people who don't have to see my ugly face on a daily basis anymore it's just sweet.


So that one isn't even that bad. It was mostly to give you a point of comparison for the next three.




There is a lot of chin in that one. And in that chin, a lot of ugly.
It's almost as though I can't control the lower half of my face. My jaw must be placed into that position every morning, just in case someone takes a photo of me.


There are no words.

Except ugly and monster.

when arms and bodies collide

Obviously my face is the main ugly thing in this picture but also this is a great example of how block colour jumpers can make things so much worse.


As you can see the sleeve of the jumper is the same colour as the body of the jumper. Therefore when the arm is placed infront of the body it appears to be one and the same. This gives the illusion of my body being a huge lump of red wool. Which is upsetting because
(as usual) I felt I looked ok that day. Not great, but at least not a mountain of dyed sheep outsides.

Close up.

The things over-excitement can do to a face.

Here is a lesson to all. Don't ever show emotion in public. Someone, someone who claims to be a friend, will photograph it. This is so that whenever you think back to that time e.g. 'oh man, when I got that bear costume as a gift I was so happy', you will start to think 'when I got that bear costume I looked like an ugly retard'. It'd better to be indifferent and then at least have the internal memory for ever. Check out these ugly examples.



This is me being taught the 'snoop dog' handshake by my friend Brett. Here you see the 'no fingerprints, no evidence' move. I have a super secret crush on Snoop Dogg so this was perhaps, honestly, the most exciting thing that happened in September 09. Perhaps. Also I had had a lot of jello shots.



The next two photos are from the night I left Dundee. I was leaving a place I had called home for 5 and a bit years. This was a sad sad night. To make up for all the sadness my besties at work got me the BEST presents anyone has ever gotton. A WOLF FLEECE AND A BEAR SUIT. The reactions captured on the following photographs, though hideously ugly, are explainable and really, I would say quite fitting.

Number one. The wolf fleece.
The thing that really gets me is the strange hand movements. My hands are so tense in these pictures. Really cerebral.


Here's a hand shot to prove my point.


Yeah. So here is the real winner. The bear costume.

That is pure, raw emotion.

Jell-oh no she's ugly.

This is really what they should show kids in schools to keep them off the juice. Actually they should just show my blog and then we would have no underage drinking of any kind. Basically this is the story of how I was introduced to Jello shots, a fun american thing I learned about . I now have no control over my jello shot intake. I see jello I 'drink' jello.

Firstly, this photo is more an indicator of the amount of jello shots absorbed.

If you look behind the cake there, you will see the empty jello cup shells. If you look below you will see the empty human shell that remained. And the crazed smile and glazed eyes that confirm just how much I adore jello shots.




I don't think was even aware of the jello shot in my own hands.