Saturday, 30 July 2011

Take notice.

It is very easy to be fashionable when everyone can see.

Lady Gaga is praised for her outrageous style choices - but they work because we see them, we see them in pictures, she's out every night parading her latest meat-based creations. Would she dress differently if she were a 9 to 5 office worker? Of course, because then, no one would see.

We dress to impress...other people. Argue all you like, when it comes down to it, what other people think does matter. And if nobody is going to appreciate the length you've gone to creating that look today, why bother? Fashionable people surround themselves with other fashionable people, so that when they wear that coat, or stride out in those heels, people notice. People see.

if you can't get deer...

It's hard. Sometimes I imagine outfits, or try them on and think - this would only look good in a picture, I can't go out like this. If I were in a forest, surrounded by stuffed deer and expensive handbags, strategically placed to look oh so avant garde, then this outfit would be perfect. But when I have to sit in classrooms all day, there is no point investing in the leather fetish trend - the air con doesn't work and I do not want to melt in the common room. Age also has something to do with it. Elle magazine do copious 'what to wear to the office' pieces, but somehow turning up to geography in silk wide legs, a wool blazer and oversized clutch seems ridiculous.

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just on my way to english lit...
 So I will wait. I'll wait until I reach the point where I can fling down a trench coat onto my desk without being met by glares, from various people whose papers I have just blown everywhere. My trouser suit time will come. Someone will notice, someone will see.

Sunday, 17 July 2011


Passed said driving test! Adventures will commence promptly. First trip in the car was yesterday to.....ok it was to the Co-op but everyone has to start somewhere. Feel like I still need to ask permission to go places but I DON'T.


I could just go, anywhere, right now. RIGHT NOW. I feel a bit shaky. I can't even cook bacon, how am I supposed to drive myself anywhere?! I've lived in the same place for 9 years now and I still don't know which lanes to be in at traffic lights. Moved all my CDs into my car yesterday, can now finally achieve my dream of being one of those people who can say things like 'Oh, that CD? Darn, its' in my car, hang on, i'll just grab my keys..'
I HAVE KEYS NOW. More than just a house key, oh no, these are my CAR KEYS. These, when swung nonchalantly round my fingers make me look oh so cool and sophisticated.

And then make me look a bit of a prat when they fly off.

Wednesday, 13 July 2011

Never heard back from NME,

Need to get ready for Leeds festival (moment to be kool). Must get myself a tent, some form of clothing, and probably a way there. After failing my driving test, don't cry for me, please, I have re-booked it for ******** But I'm not telling anyone. Recently chatted to someone who does journalism at University, we bonded over our mutual hatred of Tumblr and mutual love of Kings of Leon (old material, of course, cause we're fookin indie). When I've passed said test (please lord) I will go out on an adventure and then I might have something worth writing about. Thought of a good topic t'other day but I have since forgotten.


omfg my knees are so fucking indie.
p.p.s these aren't my knees, unless you are a knee-pad specialist why would you take a picture of just some knees. Maybe whoever took the picture started collapsing.