Saturday 23 February 2008

work drinks and drinks and drinks

Ugh. I've been on a 4 day bender with friends from work and whilst it's great and cool, I have red wine lips permanently. Yesterday, there was about 20 of us, who sat in the pub for nearly 7 hours. Chris and I took a break and had a spicy Nando's (i.e. perfection). And miraculously I don't feel bad at all today but we're going out tonight with Pippa and Jonas in Shoreditch so I need to a) man up b) dress up and c) buy soap.

Chris is watching 'Soccer Saturday' and insisting we play the drinking game where if someone shouts off camera, you take a shot.

I'm a bit bored because daytime Saturday television in Britain is absolute rubbish. Beaches is on later today though so I may watch that, or play Super Mario Galaxy but it's causing the rage so I've had to put it away for a while.

What else, what else? Too bored to think.

Tuesday 19 February 2008

well, well

It's freezing. I've been cold all day and have succumbed to my boyfriend's Oxford hoodie achieving both a rude and educated look (clearly not, I just look frumpy).

Last night I had this awful dream, and when walking to work thinking about it, I decided that I had matured past a situation. I like those mornings.

I'm addicted to Spitafields market right now. Well i can't go until Sunday, but I'm addicted through the internet. Mixing furniture and strange clothing is really alright by me.

And in other amazing news, this gourmet hot dog place opened up right next to the salad bar I go to everyday. I'm pretty psyched about that. Sometimes I get these irreplaceable cravings for Toronto Bluejays hotdogs, so I'm revved for leaving my health kick on a limb for processed meat and bun (a.k.a the most important part of the).

Ultimately, and in other maturing news, I'm over my fear of scary-ish movies. Ones that aren't scary at all really but frightened me when I was younger. Chris and I watched Village of the Damned last night, and I was amazed at how much I remembered, probably because I had to convince myself when I was younger that it wasn't real. Anyway, I'm completely in love with bowtie girls style. I would love white hair/gold-red eyes/grey monochrome/especially bowtie. I'll bet she didn't die in the barn fire but moved to Hoxton and opened a boutique.

Now as an adult I create fictitious fashion stories about scary little girls in order for me to fall asleep at night.
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Sunday 10 February 2008

Scrubs

I love Sunday night pizza.

The weather has been gorgeous all weekend which is in direct proportion with my mood. I love when it actually doesn't rain in London, not that it does that frequently, but it's most just grey, dull and damp. I'm so excited for Broadway Market in the summer too- we're having a bit of a taste for it now. I just love cheese that much! (and am evidently full of love too).

Last night was tame fun, which is always best. We went to a fancy dress birthday party- with everyone dressing up as a tube station. I went as Canada Water, with the intention of drinking out of an evian bottle however that never came to fruition and I had to explain to everyone the circumstance. Apparently I was lame.

I'm sprawled out now, watching Antiques Roadshow, full of meat, and about to clean this filthy flat. We have a vacuum now which is the new bane of my existence. Chris is speaking to me about spices and little fruit flies but I'm obviously not listening. He's muttering to himself, proud of his discovery. The floor does need a mop too. Ok, time to move now. So full of pizza.

Wednesday 6 February 2008

passing by

We've just returned from Birmingham after attending Chris' nana's funeral. She died quite suddenly two weeks ago which was really sad but there was a lovely ceremony today which is only the third funeral I've been to (that I can remember). I think that wakes have such a strange atmosphere to them, like worse than a comedy club. At my grandmother's funeral, I remember being in the limo with my family and from the synagogue to the cemetery, we told jokes the entire time. And then arriving and watching the casket being lowered into the ground, I was balling and couldn't remember anything being funny. And being in Britain, where stiff upper lip is an unwritten rule, it makes for an even stranger environment. Regardless, death is palpable and maybe that's why I'm not that bothered by it- or at least think about it. Besides, conversations about death usually leads to much funnier topics. Take for instance hot dogs (in my mum's case many years ago, I really miss my mum right now too might I add).

And on the train home, I froze my little tootsies off. It was so cold, they're still cold even hours later.

One big decision I've made on my life is to start dressing better. With weight gain comes laziness because you feel that nothing looks good and I've been dressing rather generically, but it's time for some style resurrection, it being lent at all. I'm going to do a major purge in my closet and from now, seriously only going to be clothes I for definite want, not random things like I've been because I feel like I need bits and bobs. And I am on the decline with weight...but still...it's so annoying getting older.

All these parlay into one thing: London Fashion Week next week. Already going to a few shows and trying to squeeze a couple more in through work. I'm really trying to squander as many perks that work offers as possible- not in an illicit way but in a practical way. It's time to take full advantage of everything that's available. Massive consumer media whoring potential. (that said in the nicest, sincerest, evangelical way possible).