winter blues.

(taken from my flickr)

I have been feeling very under the weather recently, hence the very long delay since my last post! Last week I thought I was coming down with flu, as my whole body was aching for days. All I wanted to do was sleep and stay in bed! I'm feeling slightly better now, but not 100%, boo.

The clocks went back yesterday (the 'good one'), which meant an extra hour sleep, yay. However, I am definitely not a fan of waking up in the morning when it's pitch black, then traveling to University/work in it. I wish that Scientists could come up with an explanation as to why humans need to hibernate in the Winter. Sleep and staying indoors for months? That would be ideal! I think when I die I am destined to come back as a Cat; I'd be living a life of luxury for sure.

How was everyone's Halloween? I was a major bore and stayed in watching X factor and doing very little. My excuse reason was that I am a poor student who needs to put money aside for Christmas presents.... and that I can't be bothered dressing up for a fancy dress party. 

However!! I did go out for one of my best friends birthdays on Saturday with J & some other mutual friends of ours. We went to the Ice Bar off of Regents St to start off with... it is...., interesting, but once you've been there once, it's not really worth ever going again. Without sounding like an absolute idiot, I was bloody freezing, despite having my cape on, and another padded cape + gloves. Brrrr. 

We then headed to Chiquitos for cocktails and amazing Mexican food, and then a couple of bars, before having another meal in a cafe, then heading home for a good sleep. My god was I tired the next day! I had to literally force my eyelids open, otherwise I think I would have slept the whole day. I feel like I'm getting too old for this where I don't go 'out-out' anymore... how depressing!

I feel like doing a picture post of pretty and cute things I currently love (how girlie of me!), so I shall leave you lovely people with a photo from Saturday :

The birthday girl and I.

a trip into a students life : chapter one - "spritzer girls"

Yesterday was a rather (un)eventful day: the usual of going to University and 'studying', drinking a ridiculous amount of various hot drinks, and trying to hunt down Johnny Depp, who is currently filming the new Pirates of the Caribbean film at our University (... and then finding out filming was finished, sob).


To cheer myself up from finding out this sad news (let's be honest, it's every girls dream to meet him!) I did what every girl with a student loan does - shopping! Throw in a Nandos and a best friend, and it's pretty much a perfect day.


After stumbling around Regents Street like tourists in hunt for our Nandos (which was delicious of course, definitely worth the half hour walk), we took a trip to Topshop and then to the dreaded Selfridges. Now, don't get me wrong, i don't hate Selfridges, but i am definitely not a fan of the make-up and 'spritzer' girls. Now, you know the ones i mean girls, the girls that are primed to perfection – not a hair out of place, no chipped nail varnish, or smudged mascara. No, these girls are perfectly polished. Could you imagine them in tracksuit bottoms, no makeup on, and hair up? No, me neither.

('The Women' 2008)

As if it isn't bad enough by looking at my dream Mulberry Alexa knowing that i can't afford one.., but to then have overly made up girls look down on me? No thank you! When i walk past the counters (towards the high street section obviously), i can feel their eyes burning into me. I know what they're thinking, "Look at that girl in her Topshop clothes, and h&m bag - she doesn't belong here". I feel poor, and vulnerable, like they will pounce on me with their sweet smiles, and perfect manicured nails.

I once tried to escape these girls, by accidently heading up to the shoe floor... and I’m not quite sure what was worse. The shoe floor is a paradise for women – Jimmy Choos, Christian Louboutins, Alexander McQueen, Burberry, Chloe, oh the list is endless!
I was stuck with awkwardly lusting over these shoes, wishing I could afford just one pair – the agony! It was then I had one fo the saleswomen tottering over in her Marni heels and Hermes scarf, asking me sweetly if i would “like to try any on?”. She must have spotted me from afar, and was waiting for the perfect time to pounce - when i was unashamedly drooling over the perfect pair of shoes I had ever seen in my life. (If you was interested, they were a pair of Alexander McQueen shoe boots, sigh). There was no-where for me to hide or pretend that I didn’t hear her... Shamefully i had to decline her offer, and walk (more like nearly jogging) off red-faced and no better off.


I end up diverting the make-up and perfume counters and walking out, defeated by the spritzer girls... but one day i shall return, my Mulberry Alexa on my arm, my sky high Louboutins,  and a black American Express card... and then we shall see who will be the ones laughing won't we Hmph!