After waking up late afternoon, my room was so cold I swear it was snowing in the bottom left corner, I was just waiting for the penguins to tottle out under my bed and start skiing around my room. Fucking mini Antartica I kid you not!
However I am now the proud owner of a Halogen Heater, which is as warm as the sun and annoyingly just as bright. It will blind anyone stupid enough to look into it.
A hour or so later I found myself sitting in the cinema, with my two favourite people, feeling what I thought would never happen. For months I fought it, and sitting there, staring at the screen, I found myself loving high school mucial, with passion. I've always liked it, but boy did I get into watching this one, I clapped, I cooed, I smiled, and as much as I thought this would never happen, I wold whistled Zac Efron, thats right people, i've finally been seduced by the blue-eye babe. The junk yard scene did it for me (anyone who has watched HSM3 will understand which scene I am talking about). I am now hooked and intend to buy all three DVDs, and also a Zac Efron poster so his face may forever grace my wall.
After swooning at the cinema, and walking back through the foyer (singing 'We're Breaking Free!') we trooped around the shops, and purchased all manner of lovely things we could not afford, then pissed the Starbucks staff off by staying thirty minutes after closing talking about Zac.
We then went back to Portia's house, and put on HSM1&2 and sang along, completley out of key, but loving it none the less.
We then spent five hours working on our Advertising Analysis Brief, which, actually was great fun, we all realised it was the first time we had felt like proper advertisers, it was just the kick up the tucas we needed. We shared sweets, a love of most advertisments, but a great hate for the Halifax and Garnier Nutrisse adverts.
After returning to my humble abode (at 3 am) I clambered into my bed, switched on my sun box, and read until I passed out from brain exhaustion.
It was a fabulous day, I love my two girls, more than anything.
I would like to sign off by quoting Steph.
'Backwards Bunny Ears Up At You.'
Friday, 24 October 2008
Wednesday, 22 October 2008
22/08/09
Well, what a busy few days.
What I thought would be happening, on Sunday for the hair modelling, (sorry, midly distracted there by Laurence sitting on the bed, pressing keypad buttons and doing little dances, I'll kill him later).
Anyway, where was I? Oh yes, the hair modelling, my good grief. What a day! What I thought would be a quiet, relaxing day of having my hair done and having a few photos taken turned into.....
....the salon international!
Housing a good few thousand people, hundreds of stalls and stages.
Christ, my hear dropped to my feet and I felt very faint, the gorgeous (but a size too small skirt) they had managed to squeeze me into was cutting off circulation and oxygen, as hungry as I was (having nothing all day) I thought it would probably be better not to eat, as one extra thing going into my abdominal area, would most certainly result in combustion of either myself, or said skirt. So like a true model, I sat there drinking my water. The shoes, which suprisingly were in my size, were designed for foot torture, after walking around in them all day, freezing cold, my muscle contracted and the next day, i think its fair to say I could barely walk, or sit as my ass felt like it had been in a small, but very painful accident.
But that wasnt the worst of it, I had to sit on a stage infront of about fifty people, and have my hair cut.
Having given the go ahead to do whatever he damnwell pleased to the -what can only be describe as a catostraphe- pile of hair on my head, I was newley coloured a deep indigo, and only got a small idea of how it was going to look as my hairdresser told the crowd, and I saw chunks of indigo falling to the floor.
After the catwalk (I really need some lessons in how to walk in heels) I stumbled off the stage, and checked out my new 'do.
I love it.
He could not have got it more right for my personality, and to say I didnt have to pay a penny for it, I was over the moon.
We then had to wait a couple of hours for the rest of the team to finish, then trundled to the bus in unusual outfits, high shoes, new hair, and a black eye (a design painted on my face by the makeup artist, not by someones fist as it may sound).
And then, the bastard bus driver forgot about us, we then waited for an hour and a half for him to reach us, then another hour and a half to get back to the salon in oxford circus.
Needless to say the shoes came off at the door, as did the skirt, I could finally breathe again.
I had a fabulous time with Haringtons, they're so lovely, and so much fun. I'm so grateful to them, and their very talenting hands.
Monday consisted of crits (C+ we were happy), and an emergency trip to the hospital as Steph had gone blind (we were not happy).
Note to self: DO NOT sit on the chairs near the toilets, little children throw up, narrowly missing your lovely Accesories bag, and stinking the place up for a good hour, until the attendings can clean up.
On Tuesday, in the spirit of changing our looks, myself and Portia decided to get new piercings, I followed the example of my mother and sister, and Portia got her belly button pierced, we all held hands and came out of Woody's feeling rather proud of ourselves, if a little sore.
I'm now back at the other halves house (twice in four days, i'm doing well). This time there was no X-Factor, although he had just had an hour long soak in the bath, I didnt no whether this was better or worse.
Its nice to be in a warm room, you can practically see my breath in my room.
He keeps looking at me in a nodding dog kind of way, its cute and rather distracting.
Breakfast was some wierd scottish dish called, bannock (don't ask, I was flummoxed) and cake, in the true spirit of student life, finished with a brew.
I'm now going to have a bath and wash my self inflicted wounds.
What I thought would be happening, on Sunday for the hair modelling, (sorry, midly distracted there by Laurence sitting on the bed, pressing keypad buttons and doing little dances, I'll kill him later).
Anyway, where was I? Oh yes, the hair modelling, my good grief. What a day! What I thought would be a quiet, relaxing day of having my hair done and having a few photos taken turned into.....
....the salon international!
Housing a good few thousand people, hundreds of stalls and stages.
Christ, my hear dropped to my feet and I felt very faint, the gorgeous (but a size too small skirt) they had managed to squeeze me into was cutting off circulation and oxygen, as hungry as I was (having nothing all day) I thought it would probably be better not to eat, as one extra thing going into my abdominal area, would most certainly result in combustion of either myself, or said skirt. So like a true model, I sat there drinking my water. The shoes, which suprisingly were in my size, were designed for foot torture, after walking around in them all day, freezing cold, my muscle contracted and the next day, i think its fair to say I could barely walk, or sit as my ass felt like it had been in a small, but very painful accident.
But that wasnt the worst of it, I had to sit on a stage infront of about fifty people, and have my hair cut.
Having given the go ahead to do whatever he damnwell pleased to the -what can only be describe as a catostraphe- pile of hair on my head, I was newley coloured a deep indigo, and only got a small idea of how it was going to look as my hairdresser told the crowd, and I saw chunks of indigo falling to the floor.
After the catwalk (I really need some lessons in how to walk in heels) I stumbled off the stage, and checked out my new 'do.
I love it.
He could not have got it more right for my personality, and to say I didnt have to pay a penny for it, I was over the moon.
We then had to wait a couple of hours for the rest of the team to finish, then trundled to the bus in unusual outfits, high shoes, new hair, and a black eye (a design painted on my face by the makeup artist, not by someones fist as it may sound).
And then, the bastard bus driver forgot about us, we then waited for an hour and a half for him to reach us, then another hour and a half to get back to the salon in oxford circus.
Needless to say the shoes came off at the door, as did the skirt, I could finally breathe again.
I had a fabulous time with Haringtons, they're so lovely, and so much fun. I'm so grateful to them, and their very talenting hands.
Monday consisted of crits (C+ we were happy), and an emergency trip to the hospital as Steph had gone blind (we were not happy).
Note to self: DO NOT sit on the chairs near the toilets, little children throw up, narrowly missing your lovely Accesories bag, and stinking the place up for a good hour, until the attendings can clean up.
On Tuesday, in the spirit of changing our looks, myself and Portia decided to get new piercings, I followed the example of my mother and sister, and Portia got her belly button pierced, we all held hands and came out of Woody's feeling rather proud of ourselves, if a little sore.
I'm now back at the other halves house (twice in four days, i'm doing well). This time there was no X-Factor, although he had just had an hour long soak in the bath, I didnt no whether this was better or worse.
Its nice to be in a warm room, you can practically see my breath in my room.
He keeps looking at me in a nodding dog kind of way, its cute and rather distracting.
Breakfast was some wierd scottish dish called, bannock (don't ask, I was flummoxed) and cake, in the true spirit of student life, finished with a brew.
I'm now going to have a bath and wash my self inflicted wounds.
18/08/09
I have decided to take a break from the norm, and spend an evening at my other halves house, a place I haven't been to for 'a good few months' as pointed out, by said half, earlier today. (Its actually been about 3 weeks).
Upon my arrival to, not only his house, but a building that houses 3 other guys, I expected there to be some grunts, a football match on the tv, you know, the regular 'man thing' happening. I was however shocked to find, its two most manly occupents (my boyfriend and his housemate I have named Brad, due to his uncanny resemblance to Brad Pitt), sat having a quiet night in, with a cup of tea, watching X-Factor, yes thats right, X-Factor. The most ridiculous programme to ever grace our television sets, when I left my house (a house full of girls) they were watching south park, I cant help but think the feminine/masculine divide of our generation is quickly disappearing.
As I was pondering this thought, alongside the thought that the nail varnish I bought with me, would be better enjoyed by either Laurence or Brad, another one of my boyfriends housemates came in, with his new copy of Love Actually. I rest my case.
Despite all this, I love being here, its so homely, quiet, and a hell of a lot warmer than my room, which I am from this moment on dubbing, 'The Ice Box.'
After spending all summer here (my boyfriends house, not The Ice Box) it very quickly became common and safe to me, and despite my excitment to move into my own house theres something missing there that I always find here, I am happy to return to here, I should do so more often.
I spent the majority of today in bed after leaving work early, I think my leaking face was putting the customers off. Trying to shift this cold is a nightmare, I just hope it goes by tomorrow as I have an 7 o'clock start, and I somehow doubt bunged up and puffy eyed are a look the photographers are going for.
I am now going to sign off, and sit on the couch, with my better half and watch Family Guy.
Parental unit of the male kind, thanks for your text. Your a legend, love you pops.
Mothership, thank you for your text, it means a lot to me, love you.
Laurence, who is sneakily reading over my shoulder, stop it. love you.
Upon my arrival to, not only his house, but a building that houses 3 other guys, I expected there to be some grunts, a football match on the tv, you know, the regular 'man thing' happening. I was however shocked to find, its two most manly occupents (my boyfriend and his housemate I have named Brad, due to his uncanny resemblance to Brad Pitt), sat having a quiet night in, with a cup of tea, watching X-Factor, yes thats right, X-Factor. The most ridiculous programme to ever grace our television sets, when I left my house (a house full of girls) they were watching south park, I cant help but think the feminine/masculine divide of our generation is quickly disappearing.
As I was pondering this thought, alongside the thought that the nail varnish I bought with me, would be better enjoyed by either Laurence or Brad, another one of my boyfriends housemates came in, with his new copy of Love Actually. I rest my case.
Despite all this, I love being here, its so homely, quiet, and a hell of a lot warmer than my room, which I am from this moment on dubbing, 'The Ice Box.'
After spending all summer here (my boyfriends house, not The Ice Box) it very quickly became common and safe to me, and despite my excitment to move into my own house theres something missing there that I always find here, I am happy to return to here, I should do so more often.
I spent the majority of today in bed after leaving work early, I think my leaking face was putting the customers off. Trying to shift this cold is a nightmare, I just hope it goes by tomorrow as I have an 7 o'clock start, and I somehow doubt bunged up and puffy eyed are a look the photographers are going for.
I am now going to sign off, and sit on the couch, with my better half and watch Family Guy.
Parental unit of the male kind, thanks for your text. Your a legend, love you pops.
Mothership, thank you for your text, it means a lot to me, love you.
Laurence, who is sneakily reading over my shoulder, stop it. love you.
17/08/09
So I have a fucking cold, again.
It's 00:20 and i'm currently laid in bed, with a hot water bottle and a piece of tissue up each nostril, attractive, huh?
This tea brief is sapping my energy, but, its tea, of which I drink copious amounts, so I guess its swings and roundabouts.
Its now 00:22, I should probably go to sleep, although I doubt the caffine in my last brew will let me.
I hope Laurence isn't too noisy when he gets home, he's usually quiet, however with my recent luck in sleeping a mouse fart will probably wake me.
I missed home more than usual today, I cant wait for the parental units and little sister to pay their scheduled visits, although partying till 7am is probably going to kill me, if not give me another god forsaken disease, probably pneumonia or something.
Hmmm I hope Ana is feeling better.
Its now 00:27, and i'm procrastinating on things to write instead of going to sleep, which I definately need to do, more so than typing.
00:28, I feel oddly comforted i'm ending on an even number.
Night x
It's 00:20 and i'm currently laid in bed, with a hot water bottle and a piece of tissue up each nostril, attractive, huh?
This tea brief is sapping my energy, but, its tea, of which I drink copious amounts, so I guess its swings and roundabouts.
Its now 00:22, I should probably go to sleep, although I doubt the caffine in my last brew will let me.
I hope Laurence isn't too noisy when he gets home, he's usually quiet, however with my recent luck in sleeping a mouse fart will probably wake me.
I missed home more than usual today, I cant wait for the parental units and little sister to pay their scheduled visits, although partying till 7am is probably going to kill me, if not give me another god forsaken disease, probably pneumonia or something.
Hmmm I hope Ana is feeling better.
Its now 00:27, and i'm procrastinating on things to write instead of going to sleep, which I definately need to do, more so than typing.
00:28, I feel oddly comforted i'm ending on an even number.
Night x
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