Sunday 31 October 2010
fashion show! 2010 -- Louis Vuitton
love the spirit! the collection is so unique and I'm loving the emphasis on the accesories... let me know what you think :)
Thursday 28 October 2010
Bad Reputation
This post is influenced by the old rock song 'bad reputation' by Joan Jett, which lets be honest, is much better than any of those stupid pop songs now a days which just get so sickening way too fast.
This song is also the theme song to freaks and geeks which is a show made in 2000 but based on the year 1980. I definetly suggest you watch it!
Now for those of you who immidiatly think this post will be a moan about my bad reputation you can think again, 'I dont give a damn about my bad reputation'.
What i do give a damn about is 2010, seriously what is the deal with now a days when teenagers get bored way too easily and there almost never anything to do. A-levels and pressure to go to uni, who needs it?
The world is a cruel place for teenagers.
This week was my half term which immidiatly brings the word HOLIDAY to mind.
but i promiseyou, it's not what it feels like!
I've just finished writing my third essay this week plus i have about 20 past papers which need to get done which i haven't even started.
I guess that means that this halloween I'll be partying with my pen and calculater.. woohoo.
But seriously what an anti-climax is halloween?
Every year people dress up in some slutty outfit and go out to the freezing outdoor weather in the hope of finding some hot party and letting of steam and pressure!
Whereas in the end you end up just going to the shit party you were planning to use as your last resort after not getting in to any clubs and drinking a tad too much in the hope of getting some heat.
Wow i sound negative, well on the bright side, at least you look fit doing it!
This is the time of year to take risks as on which other holiday can you get away with being a 'slutty maid' or a 'slutty cat'.
Speaking of risks i thought I'd be really cool and try put some colour highlights in my hair because, screw looking like everyone else.
I drag a friend with me because you just can't be unique if you do it alone.. I get some green 'to bring out my eyes' says the excited hairdresser who doesnt often get to splash some colour into peoples hair as 'everyone just wants boring colour'.
I get home excited and scared to show my parents and THEY DONT EVEN NOTICE!
turns out it was 'a waste of money as you can hardly see it'. and there i am thinking i'm taking risks.
Oh well i guess i wont stand out too much after all! better luck next time, maybe I'll get another ear pierce.
that's risky, right?
hmm, well happy holidays to you all!
Until next time :p xxxxxxx
This song is also the theme song to freaks and geeks which is a show made in 2000 but based on the year 1980. I definetly suggest you watch it!
Now for those of you who immidiatly think this post will be a moan about my bad reputation you can think again, 'I dont give a damn about my bad reputation'.
What i do give a damn about is 2010, seriously what is the deal with now a days when teenagers get bored way too easily and there almost never anything to do. A-levels and pressure to go to uni, who needs it?
The world is a cruel place for teenagers.
This week was my half term which immidiatly brings the word HOLIDAY to mind.
but i promiseyou, it's not what it feels like!
I've just finished writing my third essay this week plus i have about 20 past papers which need to get done which i haven't even started.
I guess that means that this halloween I'll be partying with my pen and calculater.. woohoo.
But seriously what an anti-climax is halloween?
Every year people dress up in some slutty outfit and go out to the freezing outdoor weather in the hope of finding some hot party and letting of steam and pressure!
Whereas in the end you end up just going to the shit party you were planning to use as your last resort after not getting in to any clubs and drinking a tad too much in the hope of getting some heat.
Wow i sound negative, well on the bright side, at least you look fit doing it!
This is the time of year to take risks as on which other holiday can you get away with being a 'slutty maid' or a 'slutty cat'.
Speaking of risks i thought I'd be really cool and try put some colour highlights in my hair because, screw looking like everyone else.
I drag a friend with me because you just can't be unique if you do it alone.. I get some green 'to bring out my eyes' says the excited hairdresser who doesnt often get to splash some colour into peoples hair as 'everyone just wants boring colour'.
I get home excited and scared to show my parents and THEY DONT EVEN NOTICE!
turns out it was 'a waste of money as you can hardly see it'. and there i am thinking i'm taking risks.
Oh well i guess i wont stand out too much after all! better luck next time, maybe I'll get another ear pierce.
that's risky, right?
hmm, well happy holidays to you all!
Until next time :p xxxxxxx
Sunday 3 October 2010
my eventful and ... not so succesful love adventures
I have decided to take it upon myself to go undercover into the lovely and mysterious world of boys. From the outside one may assume they are just naive thoughtless immature jerks who don’t know better than to throw dirty socks in their sisters faces, chase each other on the football pitches granting curses at each other or the golden one, by accident getting off with your best friend although they are soooooo sorry and love you soooo much and are desperate for a second chance, wait is that third, fifth?
I am aware of the dangers involved and have considered all the risks that may occur, and have decided to go through with the mission: to help all you clueless girls out there who are desperate for advice and whose friends may just be a little sick of hearing you moan about ‘why didn’t he call me back?’ or ‘he hasn’t spoken to me since the kiss...’ Therefore I am volunteering my time and advice so that boys can no longer use the excuse ‘It was a mistake,’ ‘it was just one time’ and get away with it. So please comment and ask, no matter how complicated or stupid you think you may sound. I am here for you, so enlighten me. And remember: Avoid the pain, defeat the game.
I have decided to start off by an update on all the history of my love life and my many different experiences involved in the quest for love. I hope you all learn from my mistakes, but if not... hell, it’s all part of the experience, right?
Boyfriend 1
Let’s start at the very beginning, a very good place to start (for whoever felt like adding in some sound of music to the drama). I was getting so old and grey hairs and stretch marks were starting to develop, I was fourteen! And unless I got a boyfriend soon I would end up old and alone with no one to marry, with only a blind grey and black cat for company.
So in the days when msn still existed, Max and I would engross ourselves in very deep conversations which got as far as
Wassup?
Nm u?
Nm hows skl?
Good u?
Good.
So seeing as our conversations were going so well and we got on like a glove with a hand (I believe that’s the metaphor?) we decided that the next step was to develop a little crush on one another which obviously involved a middle party to encourage me to like him and him to ask me out. So one day our msn conversation got even deeper (who knew that was possible?) and little blondie decided to ask me to be his girlfriend. Man was I excited?
So I invited all my friends over and let them do my hair, make-up, choose my clothes and throw meaningless and complicated advice at me like ‘don’t get any spaghetti or messy food’ and ‘don’t text on the date’. And then the bell went and there he was standing at my door, while all my friends hid upstairs, watching me outside the window. And thus began the most awkward date in the universe of dates.
We had nothing to discuss, my pasta was so spicy that I couldn’t finish it and every second he had to pour me yet another glass of water. So after a successful night out my first official ‘boyfriend’ walked me home.
We stood awkwardly at the door way, both completely clueless on what happens next. and without warning, my hand goes up. We both paused in half-shock, eye-brows raised, staring blankly at my hand, until finally, max high fived me and walked off. I closed the door behind me and took a deep breath.
What an epic fail!
Looking back now I’m glad I can laugh at it, though I’ll be honest, a first date like that can truly traumatise you!
So? Now it’s your turn, tell me about your first boyfriends / first dates...
And soon I shall continue to post about my search for true love, or at least a descent relationship.
Keep reading. Peace out to all of you.
Mwa! xxxxxxxxxx
I am aware of the dangers involved and have considered all the risks that may occur, and have decided to go through with the mission: to help all you clueless girls out there who are desperate for advice and whose friends may just be a little sick of hearing you moan about ‘why didn’t he call me back?’ or ‘he hasn’t spoken to me since the kiss...’ Therefore I am volunteering my time and advice so that boys can no longer use the excuse ‘It was a mistake,’ ‘it was just one time’ and get away with it. So please comment and ask, no matter how complicated or stupid you think you may sound. I am here for you, so enlighten me. And remember: Avoid the pain, defeat the game.
I have decided to start off by an update on all the history of my love life and my many different experiences involved in the quest for love. I hope you all learn from my mistakes, but if not... hell, it’s all part of the experience, right?
Boyfriend 1
Let’s start at the very beginning, a very good place to start (for whoever felt like adding in some sound of music to the drama). I was getting so old and grey hairs and stretch marks were starting to develop, I was fourteen! And unless I got a boyfriend soon I would end up old and alone with no one to marry, with only a blind grey and black cat for company.
So in the days when msn still existed, Max and I would engross ourselves in very deep conversations which got as far as
Wassup?
Nm u?
Nm hows skl?
Good u?
Good.
So seeing as our conversations were going so well and we got on like a glove with a hand (I believe that’s the metaphor?) we decided that the next step was to develop a little crush on one another which obviously involved a middle party to encourage me to like him and him to ask me out. So one day our msn conversation got even deeper (who knew that was possible?) and little blondie decided to ask me to be his girlfriend. Man was I excited?
So I invited all my friends over and let them do my hair, make-up, choose my clothes and throw meaningless and complicated advice at me like ‘don’t get any spaghetti or messy food’ and ‘don’t text on the date’. And then the bell went and there he was standing at my door, while all my friends hid upstairs, watching me outside the window. And thus began the most awkward date in the universe of dates.
We had nothing to discuss, my pasta was so spicy that I couldn’t finish it and every second he had to pour me yet another glass of water. So after a successful night out my first official ‘boyfriend’ walked me home.
We stood awkwardly at the door way, both completely clueless on what happens next. and without warning, my hand goes up. We both paused in half-shock, eye-brows raised, staring blankly at my hand, until finally, max high fived me and walked off. I closed the door behind me and took a deep breath.
What an epic fail!
Looking back now I’m glad I can laugh at it, though I’ll be honest, a first date like that can truly traumatise you!
So? Now it’s your turn, tell me about your first boyfriends / first dates...
And soon I shall continue to post about my search for true love, or at least a descent relationship.
Keep reading. Peace out to all of you.
Mwa! xxxxxxxxxx
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