STOP COMPLAINING ABOUT THE RIOTS.

Ok, maybe I feel particularly strongly about the rioting because frankly I am very attached to London. I was born there and spent my childhood in it's cold yet exciting embrace. But in the last few days I've grown so tired of everyone putting their Facebook status as stuff like this:

"OMG FUK U STUPID CHAVZ. CARE ABOUT UR COUNTRY!"

And any variations in spelling/grammar/wording. It's the same point. Yes, we get it: you, along with 99.999% of the non-rioting population, think that the people smashing Ladbrookes and burning down Nandos are cunts. Wow. What a refreshing view point. But what are you actually doing about it?

The chances are you're not friends with anyone rioting, so they can't see your statuses. And even if they could, they're not inside checking Facebook, they're outside BOMBING SHIT.

It just annoys me how we all sit here and judge them but we're not doing anything. So, I propose, we all organize a day to go to London/Birmingham/etc and actually help. Otherwise we're just a bunch of lazy fuckers whining on the internet.

There are people that could use our help. We could go clean homes/businesses. Here's a link. Don't be a twat, actually do something.

http://www.riotcleanup.co.uk/Riot_Clean_Up.php

Woah.

So I've spent my who life wondering about this man, Andrew. He's my birth father, and although I love my real dad dearly, I've always wanted to talk to my, shall we call him, "sperm donor dad".

When I was little I used to look at pictures of me and Mum, and try and figure out what he looked like from my features that she doesn't have. I'd draw him sometimes, and hope to this day that he's some big millionaire who will buy me clothes to suppress the guilt of leaving me. This probably isn't going to happen, but a girl can dream, right?

When I was 16 I was at my grandad's house when he found a video that Andrew was in, and for the first time in my life, I got to see his face. I felt sick to my stomach and like my world had been turned completely upside down. He looked just like me. As far as I'm concerned, I share more in common with him in my looks, than with her.

Today, I found him on 192.com, and have sent him a letter. And once again my whole life feels like it has changed. I don't want a relationship with him, as I've said, no one can replace the dad I already have, but the idea that he will be reading something I've written, both excites and terrifies me. And so for the next few weeks I'll be living in fear, waiting to see if he'll respond.

I don't know why I felt the need to blog about this. Maybe I just wanted to write about something real for once, and not just sex. It will be 14 years since my adoption on the 17th, so it feels like everything is getting really intense, right before uni haha.

My Birthday List :)

It's twelve days from now (August 13th) and I thought it'd be fun to tell you everything I want. Not because I'm expecting people to buy these things for me (How rude would that be?!) But mainly as a point of reference, and so after my birthday, and in the future, I can gradually tick off the list.

I want New Look vouchers. It's my favourite shop, and I need sexy new things for uni. All my clothes are falling apart!

I want some kick ass shades for when I'm trying to look cool. B)

I want earrings, because I'm always losing them, and with seven piercings, that's a lot to find.

I want pretty bracelets, just cause :P

I want psychology books that will make me look smart when I'm strolling through the city, or sippin' a shake in Starbucks.

I want Alice: Madness Returns. It's the one game I've been waiting years to come out. Literally.

I want a monocle to go with a gift that Lewis will hopefully obtain for me :P

And most of all...

I want to see all my lovely friends!

I WANT A MOTHERFUCKING PIRATE SHIP!