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you know things are getting serious…

…when you’ve got the big mug out for your tea

Yes, it has come down to this. The normal sized cup has been replaced by the one that has the capacity of a small swimming pool, and I’m still uncertain as to whether that will be enough.

Today was allocated as a day of rest, recuperation and getting ahead of myself. I’m always doing that – putting time aside for doing nothing.

Habitually, I’m a procrastinator. As all of you who follow this career path with know, to procrastinate well, you must start early. The night before, early. In a sense what I’m talking about is avoiding making any specific plans, nor setting an alarm.

The problem with being so good at avoiding getting things done arises when you genuinely have a lot to do. This year is going to be exceptionally busy for myself and I’m quite nervous that I may have to give up my ‘skill’.

So, back to today. I woke up late and dressed slowly (the speed being crucial). My to do list is growing increasingly long, and there has been little progress to knock it back. Even in writing this post I am avoiding my essay, the one that has remained in draft format for far longer than necessary.

The funny thing is, I’ve even avoided getting this done.

My resolution – to finish what I have started.



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Listen to his music. Watch community.


Okay, I’ll admit I have one guilty pleasure in life. That would be Monk. Nope. It’s not a religious thing, it’s the exasperatingly lovable detective; Adrian [Monk].

look at that face

look at that face

He has all forms of OCD, and some he made up. But, by being so meticulously perfect, Mr Adrian has an unbeatable ability to solve crime – and gets in some beautifully awkward situations through doing so.

Since a young age I have had a deep seated appreciation for the chap. He’s fictional, he’s scripted, but he is without a doubt an absolute babe. Love him.

Guys, you’ll thank me later. (and you’ll get that later).

But seriously. Watch monk, give him a go. It’s the only police detective show that doesn’t scare the crap out of me on a regular basis. It’s also the only thing I can watch back to back without my undeniably short attention span getting the better of me.

Sometimes, yes, it’s a tad gruesome (series 8 episode 9 anyone?) or a little unbelievable (he’s goes up against aliens), but that’s exactly why we love it.

For you imdb slaves we hit a almost impressive 7.8. good job team.


Pulp Fiction

7 / 10 sophie faces. :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :)

I had been readily assured that this film was an unmissable classic. As in, it was almost shameful to continue my blissful existence without watching the hour and a half (ish) long piece of ‘fiction’. The amount of abuse I got for having not undertaken the film outweighed the effort required to actually get hold of a copy – so I had to.


Settling down with the boyf I had high expectations for this piece of filmatic gold, and I didnt actually want to like it. There’s nothing like being forced to do something that really adds to the enjoyment no? The opening scene (as I’m sure you all know and you have all watched it ;) ), was intriguing and really set the tone for the whole experience – something I like, given my non-existant attention span. Watching pulp fiction took me on some kind of journey. I feel I was moved through emotions as a shall child cuts through a ball pool. I’ll admit, I sat there for a lot of it (this was my first Tarantino film) thinking ‘what on earth is actually going on?’ Why not just tell a story from start to finish without cutting it up and moving it around. Well apparently. It’s for effect. This I learned.

Despite missing large chunks of it due to a wandering attention, it was such a good film. There is one problem though, to my man’s despair, I keep getting Morgan Freeman and Samuel L Jackson muddled up. And that’s not even racist. I just am rubbish with people and faces (it’s like he’s a toad), and quite often run over to people in the street cause I think they’re someone they’re not.

To conclude, watch this. Banksy got it. So should you.

Since then, I’ve watched all his films.

my experience of work

Today. I did something exciting. I got to work with the wonderful ladies at nd make-up and get one step closer to whatever I will be doing with my life!

nd make-up's website

nd make-up’s website

Arriving at their studio I was greeted by Marie, who introduced me to their in-house journalist/editor Charlotte (blog is sensational – Her role ‘sounded’ simple, but as we were to discover, the problems surrounding having at least 3847592873 email accounts and the same number of passwords slowed progress indefinitely, and my job of ensuring the online store was up to date took to best part of two hours (not that I can complain – I’m a stickler for the fine details).

Anh Mao, the genius behind Mao Couture, arrived not long into the day to discuss a photo-shoot to which will be occurring within the next few months . Have you seen her dresses? They are AMAZING. If you haven’t, I strongly recommend forwarding pictures of them to all potential husbands/wives/parents, to die for. Her creative instinct is so natural and she knew exactly what she wanted from the shoot – a woman with drive is a woman with results.

I’ll also be lending a cheeky hand during Newcastle’s very own fashion week – stay tuned for that peeps :)


afternoon delights

Just a quickie (tee hee)

The weather is glorious. Get outside and sun yourself people- those vitamin d stores won’t replenish themselves!!!

Not a great picture at all. But look at the jeans :) (top shop – last last season. Unlucky! ) x

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… crotch shot


We had our first proper day of sun yesterday – was incredible, I took myself for a walk around the park and almost had to take my coat off.

did you do anything exciting with your day?

I’m too tired to party

I’m sitting here with a cup of tea and half an apple deciding whether or not I really want to get dressed into real clothes. Today, my dad, sister and I will be travelling the 2-hundred-and-eighty-something miles to Newcastle. no  biggie. My packing involves opening the car boot and throwing things, anything that gets in gets to go back up north, see?

The state of our house is a bit nerve wracking. We’ve received vague messages from the housemate who’s already there (the doors have been stolen, lightbulbs are missing/blown, pipes are or are not frozen) which are all slightly concerning but presented in an effortlessly calm manner. Beautiful.

Sorry guys, I just had to leave you there for about twenty minutes – come dine with me was on. I don’t actually think my brain has woken up as I’m starting to really enjoy my pink trackie-yellow t-shirt combo.



i slept in the bath

bit of back story. i had the house to myself this weekend, my dad had gone away with work. Now, i’m not normally irrational but if my imagination gets going I can get a bit hysterical. I love this story. I still do it.

Take yesterday for instance. With the house to myself I took the usual precautions of lights on and curtains shut exceptionally early, but for about three hours I kind of may have left the back door open. Now before any of you get any ideas, this has only ever happened once in my life and will never happen again. especially after last night. So, at about 11 i went to a friends house. By then I had shut the back door and was happily certain that I had secured the building.

For three hours we played computer games (I was stuck with boys) and drank posh cider (how suave) before heading out to the park, being all of twelve years old. Once in said play area, we listened to Billy Joel at an acceptable sound level and they smoked all of the two cigarettes brought for the trip. ANYWAY. after this I went home (they walked me back don’t worry), and it was at this point my over active imagination kicked off.

My normally comforting house became suddenly terrifying and i was certain that within those three hours before leaving, someone (or many someones) had entered my place of residence through the back door and were hiding, waiting to kill me. Just read that again. RIDIC.

for about ten minutes my common sense tried to win over the panicked other half, but to no avail. accepting my imminent death i sprinted to my room, grabbed duvet and pillows to do what any other self respecting individual would do – sleep in the bath. (the logic here being a locked wooden door would be the perfect defense against a crazed mad man).

I now feel a bit silly. :) xx