Latest Trends..

Latest Trends.. Where are you?! I am waiting for the next 'look' to arrive on our high street and for the life of me I cannot see it! I miss the days of adopting a new identity every month because if all the latest trends or 'looks' that I had to conform to, like it or not! Ahh the day of one month as an emo and the other as a chav were ever so refreshing! At least that way I can say that I have made the most of my body and milked it for every occasion advertised to me on the market place!

I went into town recently and saw that the shops were just aloof with mess and disorder from clothes that were left from the January sales. There were no apparent trends advertised just clutter.. But then again is this not then the most exciting time to shop?! No looks you are forced to conform to but a freedom to dress how makes you feel good and suits your body. Yes, this is the best time to shop. Utilise the sales. Find a new you. Don't look for trends but look and dress for you.
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Student Living. What a shit hole.

Student Living: not catered or suited to those of us who live with OCD. In fact it is utterly disgusting. I hope all my fellow clean freaks are whooping in agreement with me, I am not a tramp and I pay a ridiculous amount in rent, so then why do I have to live in a shit hole? Ahh I remember now, it's because I am a student and that's the accepted and more fashionable way to live. "Alice is that damp seeping into your wardrobe and ruining all your clothes and belongings?", "yeah, but I am a student. I'm just nuts like that". Mental living like that, so cool and conforming to the stereotype, how on trend am I?

YOU AREN'T "ON TREND" YOU ARE JUST DIRTY

Dirt is not my preferred cup of tea. Obviously.
I don't want to look like a boring cow and I would hope that I'm not,I certainly don't wish to offend or upset anyone's feelings, I'm simply just not a fan of the ol' mess.

Rant over.. I guess I'll be doing the dishes then.
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Couple Skiing

In 10 days I am off skiing with the fam: the normal fun, competitive and emotional holiday is fine when your just with your own family, it is fine to shout, throw down your poles and have a strop. BUT, this year I am going with the family and my boyfriend: snow, kissing, open fires, cuddles, build a picturesque snowmen couple that is based on us, awww, ski together arm in arm and congratulate each other on how middle class and brilliant we look and feel.

adorable 

Sounds like a dream. 

It potentially wont be: falling over, needing to wee in ski suits and the angry dash to find a toilet, falling over, wearing a helmet: sweaty hair and face, skiing badly, dropping poles, arguing with family, getting frustrated, falling over, children who are 4 skiing better than you, falling over, people that look graceful whilst you are wrapped round a tree and falling over and over and over. each time it will get funny and you can only fake laugh so many times. 

So, with a suitcase filled with thermals, thick socks, goggles and other 'sexy treats' lets hope the holiday will prove not to be the latter. 

  

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Curious eh?

Curious, just so curious.
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Blogging...eh?

Blogging. How do I blog? How do I start the blog? Will the blog come naturally to me? Will I become dependent on the blog? Am I thinking to much about the blog? Stop saying blog.


Hello, I felt I should start this. Not the best of advertisements I know, it's more a sort of succumbing to pressure: pressure from the on-trend aspirations I guess I have. I am 22 years of age and studying for an eventual masters in Drama and Theatre Studies, perhaps then this is an attempt to unlock all that "creativity". God knows I'm expected to be riddled with the stuff. Which in fact I'm not. My only attempt at a script consisted of a one woman show (starring me as the leading role, of course) about the woman behind the fake tan (it was partly autobiographical). Cheers to all you TOWIE fans who crushed that cynical dream.


I'll admit that is a shoddy synopsis of the creation of this blog but it is darn honest.


Blogging: it isn't too bad.


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