i know i'll never be lonely, i've got songs in my blood

i do sometimes wonder how i manage to have friends. look at these photos. seriously.

and i appear to have really small hands and a pull in my tights.

less than a month and my first year of university will be complete. i don't even know how i feel about that, in all honesty.

dress; topshop, £12. jacket; charity shop; £7.50. necklaces; giveaways/accessorize/topshop. bluebell; the grounds of a church (bring it, lucifer).

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i eat chicken in the worst way

#winning in green park. laduree, hmxswedishhasbeens, starbucks, l'officiel and SUN.

we're from essex

we know people on the bar

we don't know who took this photo

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this woman was once a punk

this is vivienne westwood dressed as margaret thatcher.

sarah burton, creative director of alexander mcqueen, has just been spied going into the plush hotel that middleton is staying in tonight. yes, i am celebrating the royal wedding if wearing heels and a posh dress during the day and drinking something vaguely nice rather than whatever dirty cider is on offer in tesco can be considered "celebrating". just the idea of the future ("drink!") queen wearing a dress created by a company that is meant to represent something utterly and beautifully subversive is, in my opinion at least, inherently wrong.

i'll save the queen if someone throws a penny in my drink tomorrow, but she ain't no human being.

(tra la la, less ranty post next time, folks)

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bite the lightning and tell me how it tastes

it's been four weeks since my last post

HOW??

tessa and i have a lot of hair

quick nap before leaving

cocktails in manchester

me and charles were the most clothed people that night

sunsunsun

my pale, pale legs getting an outing in clacton

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maudlin

maudlin

adjective

Having reached the stage of drunkenness characterized by tearful sentimentality and effusive displays of affection; characteristic of (the behaviour of) someone who has reached this stage.

sheffield - west street live

london - café de paris

manchester - jabez clegg

i haven't done a vocabulary post for ages. or a post in general. hm.

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got the world locked up inside a plastic box

amy bought my diary this year.

see previous entries here

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hometown glory

meadham kirchhoff

mulberry

house of holland

charles anastase

all images from style.com

i happened to be in london the same weekend as london fashion week, so i picked up the daily and ate hummus. somerset house was even more imposing than normal.

i hope never to find a stockist for charles anastase, because the few feeble remains of my student loan would be gone in the short time it takes for me to tap in my pin number.

in regards to my lack of blogging recently it would be because of stress (namely losing my phone/disposable camera, and wondering if anything will happen next weekend) and not being near a laptop too often. i vent through twitter, so why anyone actually follows me on it, i haven't the foggiest, but you can stalk me find out more there.

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drama magnet

home

discovering the magic of amy's cupcakes in hot house

with sabina in the globe, post-prizegiving

doors, bowie, and allsaints tees. also in hot house ("you're becoming a bit of a regular here, aren't you?" thank you doorman whose name i can't remember)

away

carnage emergency services theme aaaaages ago. i am NOT going to the barbie vs action man one tonight

inside baa bar. i insisted on wearing those cycling shorts

my weekends are so much busier than my weekdays, visiting friends and playing the hostess.

today i had a seminar about the origin of language in which the tutor posed the question of whether life would be boring if we lacked the ability to lie. i was the only one who thought it would be beneficial. (i've somehow developed the worrying ability to lie profusely when drunk, and it keeps causing problems.) then i was blown down brownlow hill to the bluecoat art gallery, and then i had a grande skinny mocha with elle collections, sitting looking over seel street.

museums and starbucks are my personal form of escapism. they really, really work.

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