Friday, 29 January 2010

At the end of every rainbow- is a pot of bad luck

Ever wonder how you tragically ( and somewhat deep down 'pleased with your self' happily) you end up like this at the end of a night?
Or maybe like this? Well it all started with Kaf having the day from hell. The night before she casually told me via fb chat that she had to be in for something stupid like 8am the next morning for a tutorial. She then sauntered off to bed- only to find out the next morning that her phone died which contained the crucial alarm. She woke up in a panic at 12. That coupled with nearly leaving a fortune in student terms in asda and it not really happening in the gym, her bad luck began to rub off on Toni. Slowly it persevered its way to me. The only way we needed to give it a good end to the day, was buy cutting loose. Cue a couple hours later, girliefied, slipping into high heels, spritizing some perfume, we headed out on a much deserved night out. The only thing that bothers me, however, is running into people you see ALL THE TIME and have nothing to say too, or people you would just rather avoid. The latter, specially really gets me in a pickle. There are ALOT of people who just seem to pop up at the most inconvenient times and places, and you turn BRIGHT RED and wish you would just crumble into the ground and just die. And the worst thing?? The awkward moment when you suddenly appear face to face with that dreaded demon in disguise. Its a bit like.....where do i look? Look straight at you....look at the ceiling.....look sideways....give an awkward smile...say hi?......pretend i havent noticed blatantly rude and just walk past....ignore them......pretend to trip up over an invisible 'stone' (anything ANYTHING to get out of a horrific convo with YOU )........SEE WHAT I MEAN??? There's just far too many options in that split second, so instead of making it as less awkward as end up standing there like an idiot with a funny confuzzled gaze in your weak little eyes. Its such a daunting task, however by now you should probably think i'm used to it ??

Other than that little rant.....we ended up totally having a ball. I swear no one can party like me and my friends. We forget about our problems and make life seem worth living. I love how everything i worried about in the day or perhaps even the past couple of days, lingers in the background and all i think about is the present. I hate thinking about my past....and i think wayyyy too much about my future. I need a balance. Doing these fun things gives me that balance. I don't just go out and party because im 'wild' or 'crazy' or 'young'......i do it because it gives me time to just concentrate on what i have going in my life right now. Incredible friends who are family to me......thinking about the future is great....but i might not ALWAYS have these people here for me as right now i'm surrounded by them....i will not ALWAYS have Guildhall at my doorstep all the time either. New memories will be made sometime....but right now im happy with the ones i make in the present every day :) Christ we have a lot of fun. Its crucial for me to just be ME...unlike that dreaded time...when i went out dressed like i was in the army.....i might look happy in the picture below.....but trust me you didn't see me in that frikken army hat.......ohh boy.....i put it in Pooey's bag half way through the night....and i DON'T want it back :D

Wednesday, 27 January 2010

Being a Sassy Student is not so Sassy

Its that time of year, when all the students have their nose dived in their books. A little part of me dies whenever i pass the uni library- can people really study in a library???? Its mostly taken up by those pesky business students. Going to the library for me is an occurrence that happens once every blue moon- i don't see the point of it. The sight of other people ( even if they are silent) is enough to get me distracted. I mean can i really concentrate when a hot guy walks in?? The only thing i concentrate on is whipping out my mirror to check if i'm looking somewhat decent and don't have spinach stuck on my teeth. - But point is its been a bit dead on the whole 'going out' scene. I don't get it really? I need to go out and have some fun with Kaf and Pooey, otherwise i die slowly of boredom and sure revision is good but only in small amounts. I'll give u an example of a recent time we went out. for example, one day we were sitting in Tiger- we look somewhat happy but in reality- guess what we were thinking?? (WHERE THE FLIPPIN HECK IS EVERYONE???)
But then we thought of the poor sods sitting at home revising away, not understanding the great meaning of life- SO with a new track of thought, a new high, a spontaneous taxi ride and a new location, we ended up like this- VOILA :
I guess our good ol' fun times will never get boring :) On another note today i decided to be a bit more mature and went to Gunwharf to hand in my CV in for the 17th time. They have that saying about being patient and you'll get what you want: but i'm started to think it was a hoax :( I was pretty excited about the prospects of Vans looking for someone at the weekends. Their collections are just so rich in the skater grunge genre and i love taking inspiration from fashion like that. In my outfit choices i love to be whimsical and girlie, but there has to be something a bit 'off' in my outfit- something that doesn't quite seem to fit. Vans offer that exciting oddness i love to incorporate as part of me :) i went in with my funny Primark shoes and gorgeous socks haha- but they staff didn't look down at my shoes. They grabbed my CV in a huff and sauntered off. Oh well....i tried...first appearance is everything i guess paaaahhh :)
Whilst in Gunwharf me and Kaf also managed to catch Up in the Air. George Clooney is an excuse to go and see even the most shittiest film. Its weird though, some critics have basically referred to the movie as 'genius'. Don't get me wrong, i'm a complete movie buff, but for me inspiration is everything. I need a tear jerker, perhaps a true story, maybe a different story- something to really make me sit up and take notice. Even my beloved George didn't manage that. It was alright i guess...maybe more an old peoples movie? Should have guessed that when we walked in, where old couples sat hoping to gain that pleasure they once did in their youth. Oh boyyy....swiftly moving on tomorrow NIGHT OUT. Scared....wanna make it a good once.......might actually end up with tinsel around my neck like last time.........
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