I have a huge under-the-skin spot next to my ear as you can see (boo) but! Got my healthy ear to 20mm finally (the other one isn’t too far behind yaaay), AND I got these beaaauuuutiful earrings for an absolute steal. The horn shape inside the hoop is a gorgeous amber-like colour, and they are so impractical but they are SO pretty. I hope I have an excuse to wear them out at some point.
That one time I pulled an all-nighter in Brighton.
Hahahaha guys look at this photo of me I found on my computer from 2011. I’m such a spack.
I was just watching a youtube video under something that’s like 3 years outdated, which is the “imperfections tag”. I could talk forever, and ever, about my imperfections. I get REALLY bad spots. Not just on my face either but also my jaw and sometimes even my chest (ew). I have a weird bone that sticks out of my foot. My hair is really dark so my body hair is really coarse and therefore difficult to get rid of for more than a day. Etc etc etc.
BUT. I decided to share with you, a story. Do you guys see that little sort of.. crevice? Indent? diagonally under my eye? (It’s the sort of shield-shaped thing)
Well! Get comfy kids.
When I was younger, I had something called a “spider nevus”, right there. Most of the time, these things go away with antibiotics because it’s usually just an infection that sort of “tracks” the veins, creating a spider leg image across the skin. However, some of them are much deeper rooted, and look more like swollen scabs underneath the skin. That’s exactly what I had, and often they actually even go away of their own accord so I guess that’s what my parents assumed would happen.
When I was in year 2 at school (so like… 6? 7 maybe?), it had made the side of my face so noticeably swollen that my mother got really concerned and took me to a doctor, who as far as I know gave me antibiotics and said to come back if it got worse. The “tracking” of my veins started getting a lot worse, and one of them reached right up to just underneath my lashline, so we went back to the doctors, where I was referred to the Queen Victoria hospital in East Grinstead (where a lot of plastic surgery happens), to get it removed.
Turns out, if that vein had been tracked by the infection by much more, I could potentially have gone blind in my left eye.
Now as I said I was only 6 or 7 so the fact I had to leave school early to go there was super exciting but if I think back I can sort of remember my mother being really tense about the whole thing, understandably I mean fair enough I’m her child. We got to the hospital and had to wait for 2 or 3 HOURS before I could be seen, even though we had an appointment. Eventually, I was put under anaesthetic - (tangential anecdote: my mother HATED seeing me put under anaesthetic again and it caused her to panic a lot because when I was 2 years old I had to have an operation on the same eye because my tear-duct was blocked, and she has since told me that watching her 2 year old daughter try to fight anaesthetic was one of the hardest things she’s ever had to stand by and witness) - and I had the nasty thing removed, and the infection literally sucked out of my face.
As a sort of good will gesture because I was so young, I was actually supposed to have laser surgery on the scar (which was much bigger and noticeable at the time of course), so that I wouldn’t ever have to worry about feeling insecure about it in my future life. Unfortunately, again despite the appointment, we were kept waiting for a further 5 hours, until my mother simply could not wait anymore because my younger brother, at the time only 3 or 4, needed picking up from nursery school, so we had to leave without the surgery.
I resented, selfishly, the fact that I had to deal with this scar for a good couple of years after that, but in my teenage and adult life, the people who have noticed it of their own accord have told me nothing but positive things, that it makes my “beauty” flawed in a way that makes me more human, and more lovely. I don’t necessarily believe those words but I now do quite like it. It’s sort of a nice reminder that I’m not blind, in the simplest of ways, but also that there is something always unique to me about my face.
And hey, it makes for a good story I guess.
It’s April 1st and HOMG 1ST SELFIE OF 2K14
I just got back from work, my eyebrows are super smudged, my mascara’s pretty rubbish and aaaas you can see my fringey bit is even shorter than ever because I have bleached it to oblivion and back. Rest of my hair’s getting pretty laaawng though. Bonus derpface and pigtails. I’m going to be dying the (gloriously healthy in fact) black parts of my hair purple this week oooooh,
I hope none of you did anything that would make me call you a shithead today.
Emma singing at work volume 3.
Yes I randomly sing Disney songs when I’m alone at work in between various classical pieces. This is a complete balls-up of this song but I’m feeling confident tonight haha. You can hear in this that my phone just doesn’t deal with high pitch frequency, and it’s so fucking annoying when I don’t hit a note RIGHT in the middle because it literally drops my voice to a flat note even if in real life that isn’t what it sounds like.
I’m mostly uploading this because it’s hilarious to listen to my attempt at baby American Ariel. I’m English, don’t start sending me hate for butchering your accent okay, I tried, and believe me I’ve tried saying those bits in my English accent and it sounds baaaad. Lol.
Emma singing at work volume 2.
It’s so annoying, like I have a fucking four octave range and I’m at my best after warming up and singing top soprano stuff but my phone just cannot handle anything that isn’t soft singing because of the frequency. But yeah. Here we go, not that anyone cares lol.
During the preparations for “O Fuck This House.”
That last post reminded me of my one anecdote that gives me more cool points than you can ever hope for.
When I was 12 years old, I went to see Robot Wars live. I also met Craig Charles, got to see Razer, Hypno-Disc, and all the show’s robots up close after the show. Sir Killalot, Shunt and Matilda are FUCKING HUGE.
That same year I also sat on the real Hogwart’s Express, AND I went to a museum that had the 1980s Batmobile AND the car from Knight Rider.
Bitches be jelly.
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