Anyway, Wednesday night my lovely cambridge friends grouped together and we went to a formal hall dinner together, gowns and all to celebrate mine and kim's birthday. Hannah got beat by all the darn scientists who bought tickets in bulk, so she had to join us later. Anyway, seeing as I haven't properly introduced you few people who read this blog to my friends up slightly north of London, I'll post some photos from that night, we were all looking pretty, sophisticated and slightly ghetto (me).
Here they are in full velvia fujifilm wonder;
Roz. To be fair you can't see her here, but she's the only one willing to let me take photos of my new shoes on her naked thighs. Mostly because I reckon (secretly) she thinks she has the prettiest genitals, so if I accidentally get a shot of the ole vegetation, she wouldn't mind as much as others.
ok here you can see her. she's selotaping bill & ben into my dress for me.
KIM! She's the 15th, I'm the 16th. For the formal, Hannah tried to get everyone to go as fancy dress to the formal, dressed either as me or Kim. Kim is the cool version of Avril Lavigne to my modest version of Lil Kim. It would have been amazing if we had organised such an event. PS, LOVE THE GRANNY IN THE BGRND, she totally appreciated my rendition of EW&F's "Written in the Stone" outside sainsburies.
This is Jen. Jen looks after me so well. She helped to heal my fingers when I burned my fingertips off in a moment of stupidity, and also she doesn't mind too much when I knock over her tomato sauce in the fridge. She also cleans the kitchen when everyone else can't be arsed.
LUC! Luc is a wonderfully tortured artiste, he writes poetry and studies english. Probably the most erudite person in Fitzwilliam College. NOTevenkidding. Luc buys people drinks and politely and quietly (sometimes) corrects me when I say something stupid. He also hates this photo.
Last but opposite of least, Hannah is clearly the coolest person on top E. She shares a passion of stealing posters off walls and rocks from gardens with me. We collect "booty" together. Not the sex kind, the TREASURE kind. We steal small things like paper, signs and alcohol from other colleges. OR from grumpy stall owners. We also have the coolest tradition in Cambridge. Re-enacting the infamous twist scene from Pulp Fiction in every club we visit. Sometimes just on the street when we're that drunk happy.
I'm ridiculously in love with collarbones lately. ooh the angles;
(fanx larry bbz for bringin this visualsex into my life)
My lovely parents bought me a necklace for the ole birthday malarky this month, I think it's beautiful:
Zoe & Morgan Gold & Pink Sapphire Swallow Mask. In aid of Breast Cancer
My obsession with the neck area grows by the day, and to be fair, it's only a matter of time before I take my "mirror + my neck + this necklace" obsession to the next level and start photographing my boobies and collar with this bad boy dangling about. Course, I'll crop my bite-sized's out before I post the photo, can't have bill&ben popping out to say hi for just ANY OLD OCCASION.
Disney have really pissed me off.
I thought the Jake Gyllenhaal as the Prince of Persia thing was a lie, but then I saw this trailer. So fake. Okay, he can look pretty. Sometimes.
But why? He doesn't look in Arabic in the slightest.
Ugh.
America's answer to Actors from the Middle East = Gyllenhaal + Xen Tan.
Enough ranting though. There's a bigger crisis going on. Luella's nearly gone bust?! Just read today that Bartley's final backer has pulled out, meaning as from now the darling designer of London and Liberty's Christmas window has stopped trading.
BAD.
TIMES.
First thing I did was hit up net-a-porter in the hopes of spending my student loan on some piece of Luella Loveliness. Nothing says cool like a piece from a recently bustbrokeass rich bitch designer's spring summer collection. It's like the be all and end all of fashionable bandwagons.
And I want to be the first on that ricketty bastard.
But the dress I so desperately wanted (brokebustass or no brokebustass) has sold out in every size other than in the ugly orange.
UgHH. So, if anyone happens to have a spare £347.50 and/or a Luella original Pink Bertha dress from her S/S09 then I'd be happy to take either, or, or both off your tired hands.
ME: I like lots of things but its shit to list that here. Read my blog, you'll get me eventually. I don't even know why this part of the blog exists, just cos its a template, and I dont know how to get rid of it. Might as well fill it with something
I don't update this blog as much as I should, apologies. I'm a 20 year old student living in London/Cambridge depending on the dates. I've just finished a difficult two years studying Japanese, and while I loved my culture/essay subjects, the grammar got to me, and I'm starting my final two years in History of Art in October! VERY exciting. This blog is both a diary for me and a collection of things within art, fashion and music that I find interesting.
