Girls just wanna SHOP!

Went shopping with two friends today.

I've known Kate and Sophia for years now and we know literally everything about each other. The only things we don't know are those things that are so unimportant that we can't even remember it ourselves. Of course, in the case of Kate, who rambles even more than I do...she has forgotten nothing and will spill her entire life story to anyone with the poor sense to listen in five minutes flat. (FYI...if you ever meet her...take notes...it's hilarious!).

So yeah, we know all there is to know about each other and because of that Sophia decided that my 'sickliness' was actually just because I was so totally pissed of with the situation with the boyfriend. She called Kate, filled her in and an hour later they were standing on my doorstep demanding my presence on Oxford Street within the next 30 minutes.

They even raided my friggin wardrobe to get me ready quicker.

Their solution wasn't just shopping. No. It was the kind of shopping that involves Anne Summer, Harmony, La senza and all the lovely (too expensive to even dream about actually buying from) shops just off of Dean street...think leather, PVC, silk and (I'm pretty sure) diamond encrusted nipple twirling thingies.

Seriously...if you've got money...there is one serious undies shop at the end of Dean Street opposite Costa Coffee that NEEDS to be visited! It's even nicer than the Agent Provocateur that's two streets along.

It was a pretty good day as it happens. Tonight I'm sitting on my bed surrounded by a bag full of la senza goodies. Dreams of some gorgeous cuffs and shoes from harmony and a brand new rabbit from Anne Summers (Actually the rabbit is in my bedside drawer...can't leave that in the open now!). I'm now about £150 poorer than I was...damn but it was a good shop (And the rabbit is truly appreciated).

Oh and then we went to Haagen dazs for lunch...well ice cream...same thing!

Observation 1 (correction)

Border collies have too much energy for my own good.

Observation 1

Border Collies have too much energy for their own good.

My blogging has definitely taken a hit recently, but can you blame me? (well yes I'm sure you will) You see, after getting those results it hit me...I'm leaving...I'll have a new home and...
I've bought nothing for it!!!

So I've been balancing a bit of a busy life for the past week or so. In between buying new clothes, cushions and duvet covers and trying to understand the complexities that are kitchen appliances, I've also been getting rat arsed with friends, being fed to bursting point on nights out with my family and walking my neighbour's dog for £7 an hour...not great work but a few extra spending pennies is always appreciated!

In fact, I think the only reason I'm here right this second is that I think I've caught some rank stomach bug and do not plan on getting out of bed for the next 3 days. Oh and lets not forget the sniffling cold that has been passed around my group of friends due to the absolutely SHIT weather we've been having recently!

Apparently it's going to be lovely the weekend...great! You all enjoy the sun while I sweat in bed (Oh God if only I was sweating for a good reason...)

(yes things between the boyfriend and I arn't particularly great and sex is pretty much not happening...fucks sake!)

OK so I don't really remember why I started this post so I'm gonna go make myself some sweet tea and watch The Simpsons.

*cough* speak to you soon.

The day has passed

Most of you will know that yesterday was judgement day for thousands of 18/19 yr olds. We found out if all the hard work (cough) and hours of studying we had put in over the last two years had paid off. Whether we would get into uni or be destined for a life working in Woolworth's (as our parents so often threatened us with when our heads ached too much to go to college).

Well....
(in booming voice)
The exam papers are in.

The marks have be made.

The Bell curve processed.

And...Red's A level grades are:

...

....

......(C'mon already!!!).....

ABB!!!!!!!!!!!!

Wooohooooooo! Liverpool better be ready for me 'cos here I come!!!

The gutting thing is, however, that I was 2 marks away from an A in biology and only 9 marks away in chemistry...twat.

But who cares? I can chuck out all my old notes (that I don't need next year) now without fear of failure-jinx! Get in!!

As you can imagine the local wetherspoon's was full of students for the rest of the day (we got our results at about 11am!) and definitely made a profit! From the students drowning their sorrows over missed opportunities to the others determined to kill every brain cell that got them into university just two months ago...there was serious drinking to be done! And with a single shot of JD and coke costing just £1.50 a go...well we found it a bit difficult to get back up the hill to the station afterwards!

Today it is just about sinking in that I got that A...I have been seriously shitting myself the past couple of months and I'm sure I've been running on adrenaline or something for bloody ages and it's finally run out...I'm fucking knackered.

On the menu tonight...death by chocolate and champagne!

Grrrr!!!

If you saw a girl brazenly baring her feet to the torturous London streets with nothing but a couple of plasters on them, but a pair of mustard, peep-toe, 3 inch thin heeled sandals in her hands what would you do?

Laugh?

Point?

Give a dirty look?

STEP on her feet?

Fucking Londoners...I might be one of yer but some of you get on my friggin tits!

I'm not being funny but I walk a hellova long way in my heels. My friends and I do so on a regular basis and very rarely wear flat heels. But yesterday, the weather screwed me up and I couldn't take it anymore. These shoes were rubbing before I left the house (but they were pretty and went with my dress you have to understand) but I'd applied plenty of plasters and hoped for the best. During my shopping trip I walked from Tottenham court road, to Marble Arch, back to oxford circus and through to Covent Garden (all the while shopping in and out of shops remember) the final leg of my journey being from Covent Garden to St Pauls...it was a fair walk.

Problem started with the rain, you see rain rubs off plasters and makes my fake leather shoes hurt more. then the bright sun shrinks the frickin' shoes and they rub even more!!

I was in the kind of pain you would never imagine could stem from a pair of shoes, honestly, with every step I gasped and felt ready to pass out.

So I made the decision. Fuck all of you. The shoes came off and I walked barefoot!

Now, if you ever see a girl walking barefoot, with plasters and CARRYING obviously worn shoes, are you going to be rude? Do you really want me to throw the dam things at you and kick you to a sniffling pulp?

Cos I will....I really fucking will.

Next time: smile, give a pitying look...flirt (my feet were bleeding but the nails were pretty! lol)

Yum

Not ten minutes ago I concluded that I am the best cook on the Earth. 9 minutes and 45 seconds later I'm sure someone else thought the same thing but nevertheless...the dinner I just cooked was bloody gorgeous!

Not so good, however, is the fact I just used the last of my Dad's drambuie for the marinade and I don't think he is going to be very pleased when he gets home!

Mmmmm...seriously, that dinner was good!

Anyhows. I know the other day I promised another post, but during my bath I got a phonecall from my boyfriend. Since seeing him would have involved a 4 hour train journey and £50 we did the next best thing and had a good old natter for the next three hours. And a little bit more than normal nattering too if you know what I'm saying?

He he.

So I'm sorry but that took priority and I have been busy since! How on Earth do people blog every day? And sometimes twice a day? Where is the time??? If you have one of them tim-turner things lend it here!

Yeah...so...where was I?

Oh...and don't even mention that I'm at home on a Saturday night cooking dinner on my own...I know and I ain't exactly happy about it!