Sun, sun, sun must equal fun. Surely?

England is getting hotter. Right now, you can forget the likes of Australia, Thailand even Spain, because we here in England we have all sun. Right now the sun is ours. It’s currently so hot I must dig out my shorts, my ballet pumps that don't have a sole but are an adorable summery colour and a complimentary summery shade of a cardigan. Maybe even a floral scarf? Am I overdoing it? Am I?

Yes. Yes I am just like every other Brit who sees the sun and goes nuts for it.

Today I have seen so many admittedly gorgeous pictures of summery shots with shorts, flip flops and ray-ban glasses (never all at once though, because that is overdoing it, obviously). My friend is sat here beside me with the sun glowing through the window with a book, all very picturesque, I shouldn't be such a cynic but I am sure this book is just an excuse for him to pose in the sun.. (pretty weak comment there but he wanted a mention). I'm very nearly convinced that it is summer out there. That is, until I stepped outside and was not so warmly greeted by the chilly wind that refuses to lift and leave use in peace.  Yes there is a warm, hazy glow that wasn’t there before but summer? We are being deceived. Unfortunately.

This got me thinking, even if it were the glorious summer that I am expecting in June and no earlier, how much fun will I actually have in it? I normally just get a little clammy in it and am the unfortunate owner of a irregular natural tan, that is to say when I am fortunate enough to lay and soak up the sun my body goes a blissfully colour while my face lags behind and stays a ghostly shade of pale, so I never really benefit from the darned thing anyway. Then again this is an incredibly grim thought I am having, I DO like the sun, I do. I cant think right now why I am having to convince myself that I do but I am sure that I must love it. 

I love it abroad anyway: give me a bikini and a cocktail umbrella any day. 

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I should be working...

Right now, right this minute, right this very second actually I should definitely, one hundred percent be working. I should be researching, reading or searching for more work that I could do later on. I should be at the library, I should have my head buried in old books and turning my nose up at that old book smell that always reminds me of the elderly women who served me jelly at primary school when I was younger.. (the general elderly smell- at first smells fine and then instantly ages and puts dust up your nostrils). Why do we all do this though, procrastinating is why this country is on its knees, well it’s definitely the reason why I am. I do not need to look at who’s doing what or who on Facebook every five minutes or so but I will. I don't need to look at ASOS’s sale again just to browse through their sale bikinis and then decide I'm actually better off without one, but I will. And I definitely don't need to be writing this, I have a dissertation, a essay and a performance and all the rehearsals to go along with it but I will continue to waste my time twiddling my fingers, or playing with my hair and spending far too long on the ruddy internet..

But still, speak to you all tomorrow!

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"a trim is not good enough"

Today I went for a trim. A nice, easy simple trim. But apparently now a trim is now not good enough, no I will rephrase that, a trim is now apparently, and I quote; "boring". Now that is the the best way to get my money off me, yes look disgusted at my choice of hair cut and then scorn me for being so dull. That is the way to make me feel good. A confident boosting haircut I have ahead of me.. To add insult to injury, I went with a dear, dear friend who is currently sporting a very sexy, short pixie hair cut, very "on trend" and apparently a lot better than mine, proved by the five minutes attention the hairdresser paid me compared to the forty five minutes he spent on her. My hair got snipped whilst he scowled, hers got admired and adored by both her hairdresser and mine.

The end result is that even wih my thirty percent discount I left feeling frumpy, dull and a little bit cheated. But, I will not be ashamed of my choice of a trim! A trim is practical, a trim is needed and surely trims are the one haircut that is always in fashion.

Good on you trim.
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#hashtagshavetakenoff

#epicfail

#wasted

#meandthegirlsareonit

#youarenotontwitter

I have had my Twitter account for nearly a year now and I love it, an easy site where I can speak my mind, stalk celebrities and catch Cheryl Cole having an argument. Brilliant. It also doubles up onto my Facebook account so no need to updated my status. I am the sort of person who will try and write a fairly humorous status, I don't know if it's particularly successful but it suits me better than declaring how much I apparently love someone or how somebody else has seriously pissed me off. Now, as my Twitter feed is on my Facebook feed I have hash tags all over the place: "Who knew drama involved so much reading? #ijustwanttobeatree" for example. But now I am seeing hash tags everywhere. from everyone, it may be petty but hash tags are used on Twitter, not any old person can take them. Soon I'll be getting texts with them in: "fancy coffee? #longday".

I have a friend who now speaks in hash tags like so: "Alice you coming tonight? Hash tag its gonna be pretty messy l o l"
It's horrible!
I am a big supporter of speaking properly so my response to this just consisted of a repetative "excuse me". Now I am not sure if writing this makes me a hypocrite as I use a hash tag but I would like to defend myself by saying I use them in the right context.

So, as our vocabulary gets shorter and our communication dwindles I guess I will:

C U L8R #endofpost

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