Thursday, 8 November 2012

Bat For Lashes

The Bat For Lashes gig was amazing. I managed to snap a few not so amazing photos on my phone, and a short bit of the song 'Marilyn', which was the first song I heard from the new album.


For those of you who don't know about this band (who are from Brighton). Then YOU NEED TO LISTEN TO THIS SONG, it's incredible, and probably the best song to have ever gone into my ears.

Also, instagram have introduced personal webpages now (good one Facebook), so here's the link to mine, follow me @! I post a lot of crap on there that I'm sure you'd enjoy or hate and have something to complain about.

Saturday, 27 October 2012

thank you winter

The best thing about Autumn/Winter is all my favourite shows come back. I'm completely overwhelmed by the insane amount of stuff I need to watch. I haven't even started Homeland or American Horror Story. Anyway, this is why I forgive winter.

 I am such a dork for spending my Saturday night making that collage. Also, you'd never have known I studied Illustration at Uni, the skills I own are OUT OF THIS WORLD.

There is no doubt you will not enjoy each and every one of these shows. I'm starting to wonder if that sentence makes sense. I've been meticulously picking apart my first Creative Writing short story assignment, and it's turned my brain to a plate of baked beans.

So there, just don't be a fool and go out, it's way too cold. Stay in with cats and watch these shows and be a dork like me.

Tuesday, 5 June 2012

Escape to the Country

So I escaped Brighton and went to the country, a few times. Since this is the first summer I've been able to drive I've gone a bit bananas. To be fair these weren't very warm days, but the sun was out, so I was sold.



Leather jacket: Topshop / Fishermans Jumper: American Apparel / Leopard Mini Skirt: H&M / Boots: H&M / Jeans: Topshop / Shoes: Vans / Car: Peugeot :P

Firstly we went to Stanmer Park (which was a nightmare to park in on a Sunday, don't even bother. I was getting sweaty and angry and not enjoying the country), Then we went to Beachy Head in Eastbourne (famous for people commiting suicide off, but it's really pretty and there are tons of sheep there so I had a nice time).

And my chav car. No one ever lets me go cos they think I'm a twatty girl racer. He has evil eyes too.

I've also had my hair doned at the hairdressers, which is unheard of for me because I'm a home-dyeing all the way. This cost me £150 to get from black to ginger, not over the moon. It's washed out a lot since these photos were taken, so next blog I will take a before and after photo because I'm home dyeing it on Thursday. I used to think hairdressers could do all these magical things that you couldn't even begin to work out how to do at home, but this is not true. Hairdressers are not magical. They're fuckers.