The summer sun, it burns my skin

Listening to: Incubus - Stellar

Just got my latest fish eye film developed... the cheap kodak film captures bright colours so vividly which you cant really see here....day by the sea, in the sun, a few weeks ago....

Fancy riding a swan with me?

'Do you want to go to the seaside?

I'm not trying to say that everybody wants to go

I fell in love at the seaside

I handled my charm with time and slight of hand'

Excuse the crazy random overlay of a photo of a party which was on the same roll... you never know what you're going to get when you embrace good old fashioned film...

i love the sun

Kiss me quick...or leave me alone with my lippy

Listening to: Dizzee Rascal - Fix up look sharp

Need to get myself outta this funk. It's seriously not good to stay up till the wee hours watching 4OD, then sleeping in until i feel like a zombie/troll who had no concept of time nor space. That's the problem of having a mattress at home which doesnt have springs wedging into your spine, or having plush, tacky, boudoir curtains (that would have been perfect for the black-out in the wars). Who knows if it's morning out there, while i recline in my dark cave! In the apt words of A, 'a night in my bed at uni is like camping- cold, breeze across the face, feels like sleeping on rocks, and dawn is your alarm clock'.

and i thought camping was intense/in tents- get it? get it?? sorry i had to say it...

Put a self-imposed ban on facebook..until i actually start writing dissertation crap. The aim: To hit 4,000 words, then let the stalking commence once again!

Become addicted to blogs of all types, shapes and sizes though. It's like going from crack to morphine - the internet can allow procrastinating despite bloody facebook (actually surprised i've reached my final year at uni despite my problem of religious checking facebook everyday)

But anyway, check out this Urban Decay Pocket Rocket Lip Gloss which i found on the ASOS blog. Like the horrendously 90's creepy biros that would strip a poor model when clicked on (well done, by clicking your pen on, you also inadvertantly turned this sexy lady 'on'- good day at the office!). Well, Urban Decay have brought out creme-brulee flavoured, hydrating lip gloss with a range of characters to perve on as you beautify yourself.... check them out though- hilarious!

Just when i thought feminisim was dead, bring out the lippy with emblazoned semi-naked hot men! The array of men seem to fulfill every type/style available: from the family man, to hip hop stud, and preppy model-esque guy to...erm.. pirate dude?
and creme brulee flavoured? this sure is one dangerously fabulous product for the pout... knowing my bad habit of eating everything in sight when drunk, this would probably be a product that would end me in casualty...

Read my Poker face

Listening to: KOL - Revelry

Now at home for Easter - pretty much all the unpacking ive achieved so far...

A came down to my end of the country on Friday night, first time she's actually seen my university city and my house. She was feeling pretty cruddy with a virus, probably due to the epicness of the weekend. Recovery has never been that sweet to her. Was a right laugh though as i bundled her into my local pub, the Old Firehouse, and got some wine down her neck- always the best medicine...probably...

The Old Firehouse is a dark cosy three tiered pub with old wooden benches which will snag your tights and probably give you splinters if you decided to slide around on your seat. Thick warped tables with wax dribbled wine bottles providing candlelight- the only other light source apart from a couple of random strands of fairy lights- perfection.

Perfect for a date, or to get hammered with friends (or family in this case) on wine for a fiver! We had a good sisterly catch up/drunken ramble since the party wasn't really the time/place for such things, and i got mistaken for Lily Allen by a drunken local (called 'Hagrid' due to his resemblance to the Harry Potter character- hot stuff i do believe...). As he was too drunk to be served, he pressed a wad of change in my hand to get 'a couple of pints of cider', which was definitely a slice of fried gold... until he asked for me to sing for him....cue me grabbing my pints, flash a sweet smile, and running for my life!

Disclaimer: i look nothing like the above photograph... i do love lily though!

Some tattooed dudes sitting next to us upstairs clocked our piercings and tattoos and began talking loudly about girls and shagging and 'wild adventures'... sure thing guys, I'm sure you are really cool but keep it to yourself. Managed to con a slice of pizza from them (toll for us having to move for them to leave/go to the loo) but then kindly rejected their alluring invite of meeting us in a club.

Soon we had to stumble home for ice cream and stolen Chomp bars....

New Tattoo: less scabby, more pretty

Born free, and then caged

Listening to: Incubus - Love hurts

OK, yesterday trapped inside the library while the cold sun blazed down on the slackers smoking fags and eating baguettes outside. Lucky bastards. Thought i was literally going blind from tiredness but to avoid the imminent comedown, i had to just plough through some crazy theological religious crap which i don't even know is relevant. Panic is coursing through my body since my tutor decided this Easter was a wondrous time to go to Libia...for 3 weeks. Thanks a crap load.


I got inked today again. I'd been wanting to wear a heart tattoo on my sleeve, ahem, i mean wrist, for a while and finally got my act together, now causing a mass lust for tatts in my house. Tattoos are addictive and can lure others into its web. The stamp of individualism is always attractive, and not to mention freaking HOT, i do love a decorated man!
My other tattoo doesn't have a meaning, but this one is special. Have you ever found yourself shielding your feelings? Putting up a front to guard what you really feel? This is a nasty habit of mine that has caused more anguish and pain, which is more hassle than taking the risk of opening up. Giving over to venerability, taking the chance of being humiliated or shot down... hence the tatt to remind myself to wear my heart on my sleeve... cheesy? perhaps... Necessary? i like to think so.

But anyway, I'd put a photo up of it but its a little swollen so I'll give it a couple of days.

Getting through it

Listening to: CSS - Lets make love and listen to death from above

Never blogged before, but ive been reading so many other inspirational ones that i figure i might have a bash at it. Who know's if anyone will ever read this shizz though..

Just got back from A's housewarming party on the weekend. theyre usually seriously epic and i cant party as hard and long as her waster mates. i try my best though.
I got spun out at around 3am, but managed to stay semi-alive and was chatting with randomers and R who was in a similar state on the bedroom floor, using a book as a pillow. i was on a double bed chock-a-block with thick cushions, it was more effort for him to find a book than swipe a pillow!
The bass drummed through the floorboards into my skull till midday on sunday when the surviving few remembered the pub was opening. Even though i was dying for precious sleep, the sound of northern S singing 'fix up look shaaaarp, sweet like tropicannaaa' as they left was entertaining enough.
That house was gorgeous 24hours before the carnage began, and was soon a beer soaked stink pit of hangovers and comedowns...we soon taxiied over to C's house for warm beds and chinese take out, not that my stomach could stretch to more than a couple of weetabix.

Fast forward 13hours and im back in my house down south with a dissertation looming over me, but a belly uncomfortably full of cold chinese and chocolate milkshake. Not good. Frankly, if i attempted the library in this state, i would probably spazz out and go on a killing spree and paper cut everyone to death with egyptian textbooks.
Roll on life...