Happy February 29th!

I am unbelievably excited for this day. I don't know why I have never been before but this year I am just so amazed by the notion of a Leap Year! I understand that it's all about keeping the syncronisation of the seasons over time, but not every single calender uses the same method as ours (we have a common solar calender).

In the Hebrew calender, called the Lunisolar calender, a 13th lunar month is added seven times in every 19 years to the twelve lunar months in its common years to keep its calendar year from moving through the seasons too rapidly. This also means that every 224 years the Hebrew calender will fall a full day behind the Lunar calender. So interesting!


So anyway, I will inform you of the incredibly average day I have had, seeing as it won't happen again for another four years. Went to Subway City last night with some friends, it was a really good night! You pay a tenner and get entry + 10 drinks, its grimey as shit in there and them music is sick and the people are awesome. It's so much different then going out in Broad Street I love it. There where some very beautiful naked men serving drinks at the bar- not gay oiled up naked, proper hench omnomsss peachy bums. Definately bought more drinks on account of them ahaha.

Meant to have a 11-1 seminar today, me and Rosie promised to go to it but I was hoping she hadn forgotten. My friend stayed over and I kept checking the clock, by the time it was 10:50am I assumed today was off and a day of bed was in order. But no, the doorbell rang and in came Rosie's dulcet tones. I tried to protest about my diabolocal hangover but she was having none of it, so still wearing my clothes from the night before (I'm pretty sure I passed out in them, best sleep ever) I cleaned my teeth, grabbed my cigs and a coke and literally ran to uni. Got there in time for 11am and sat behind my incredibly scary Bond Villain-esque lecturer and had a little zizz. Our seminar room is called the photograph room and it had got all of the slides from the painting in the Barber from the olden times when they didn't have internet. Fascinating. But its really old in there with floor to ceiling book shelves and wooden tables and it's always so cosy and warm. Perfect.

My absolute bliss was ruined however, when this sculpture appeared blown up massively on the projector screen in front of my poor blood shot eyes.

Marc Quinn, 'Self' 1991

I found it very interesting, because he does a new one every five years to document his own ageing process. All very intriguing. Until scary James-Bond-Villain- Alan informed us all, in an alarmingly casual  tone "It is kept in a freezer in the gallery. This is because if it was left outside it would melt. This is because it is made from the artists own blood". At which point my gag reflex kicked in and a massive gulp of coke was needed.

I am still feeling very delicate after the whole thing.

tiempo para una siesta. adiós!

x

p.s. I think my spelling is awful in this but I don't have the strength to bloody correct it. Sorry!

You are divine, woven by a celestial thread that connects you to everyone and everything, even the spaces in between. You are cosmic in nature and beautiful beyond words.

Toby, Chris, George, Jeska, Dasha. Florence 2011.

Carnage!

My flatmates + me @ Freshers Carnage.

Going to Carnage tonight which is basically just a massive bar crawl but I reaaally cant be bothered. I think I've gone into hibernation and the thought of going out is just blurrrgh. It's weird though because last time I went we where all wee freshers and I hadn't yet made the friends I have now and I was hanging out with totally different people. Strange how much difference a few months make.

In other incredibly interesting news, I made a few purchases from Urban Outfitters today including some Aztec leggings (I will love that trend til the day I die) and some Wayfarers. Hurry the fuck up summer! As well as This is England '83 + '86. I'm currently obsessing over the new series of Being Human and Michael Socha is a reaffirmed God. I think I am in love with him.

Anyway, better drag my ass off and get ready.

Night! x

Trouble with Dreams.

Overslept today, totally missed my lecture but oh well, I had the most amazing dream! I tend to say this almost every morning, because I dream pretty much every night and I remember at least one dream from every night. Very vividly. I've heard stuff like dreams only last for 6 seconds and you can only remember them for a certain amount of time blah blah, but mine seem to go on forever and I can always remember at least parts of them.

Last night I dreamt the my sister, my mum and me where running away, and we had horses. We had started to unpack everything and go to bed when I thought I could hear people. We where at the top of a mountain like the ones I climbed in India and we could see the pathway below, but no people. Then, a massive swarm of bees came towards us, and I grabbed a massive bowl of honey and started to catch the bees, except I didn't get all of them. Something about animal cruelty. Anyway, there was this one huuuge Queen Bee hanging around which was really hard to catch, and I managed to squash it against the side of the honey bowl with my hand. Of course, it stung me and I felt like I was in so much pain, even in real life. I looked at my hand and I could see the end of the sting where it had been, and my skin was bulging up around it, it was gross! So I got some tweezers from my mum and wouldn't let her touch it- I think this is fairly reminiscent of when I was younger and always wanted to get stings out myself- and pulled the end out. A massive giant robotic bee came out, and it was so vivid and weird I literally thought it was real. It was deep in my hand but as soon as I took it out everything was back to normal.

I'm sure Freud would say that there was something deep and profound in the penetration of a robotic insect, and the Queen Bee being the mother and me not letting my own mother help. I really have no idea but I felt like I woke up with a bit of an adrenalin rush from it and feeling a little but queezy!

I've never had a dream about bees before. Maybe I should lay off the honey.

Ciaaaaao. x

A little bit of sunshine!

Yesterday was such a beautiful day! I woke up mildly hungover at around 2pm, opened my curtains and was dazzled by the big yellow blob in the sky which I feel has been missing for quite some time now. Not only that, but my friends where sitting chilling in Centre Court and it just made me feel so happy and hopeful for summer and love the people that I've met here. Sounds incredibly cheesy and sappy but its da truuuuth. Nothing better to lift the soul then a cig and iced coke in the sun and a good book.

Will (left) and his bitches going to Prom! 19/2/12

The team at work has been split into 'Commercial' and 'Operations', the first being dealing with the shop floor and trends and the second being tills, accounts, fitting room etc. I really wanted to be on the shop floor because I love dealing with customers and clothes but they've put me on operations because I'm till trained. I'll see how it goes but I may ask if I can be swapped. Sure thats all very interesting ahaha.

I've been out two nights in a row this week and I'm topping it off with a third one at Rainbow Warehouse tonight. I am sososososo excited but the triple hangover is starting to look more and more daunting. Wednesday I went to Snobs for my flatmates birthday- incidently she got a bit too overexcited at pre-drinks and ended up with her head in the toilet and an early night. I think she enjoyed the first few hours though... I love Snobs, such good music and you get really interesting people there! And drinks are cheaaap which is essential.

Thomas + Moi, Nightingales, 23/2/12.

Last night we went to Nightingales, I finished work at 9 and I was so knackered but I pinky promised my friend Will that I would go with him and I never break my promises! It was actually such a good night, such a good little bunch of us as well. We played 'the licking game' (I really can't think of a more imaginative name right now) where you have to lick each others faces verrry sneakily. Towards the end your friends became your enemies, absolutely trust no one! Thomas and I got very competetive, only to go so far as to lick strangers faces. I got 2/2 in that round. I believe there is also a rather attractive photo of the both of us dancing on the boxed stage usually reserved for the muscular tanned men in tight sports gear.

Anyway, feeling horrendously horrideous today so I'm offskies for a shower and some soup!

Seuraavaan kertaan x

four beautiful things I discovered today.

Indonesia.

Making plans to go to Indonesia this summer for 6 weeks. It looks absolutely beautiful and is all that is stopping me from eating my own head at the moment! Can't wait to meet people who have really travelled and are completely different from me and everyone I've met at uni.

#1 on Bucket List is Complete!

I did it! No meat for one month, absolutely none. And the real bitch was that January is a 5 week month, really did not choose the right time but I'm so proud! First meat I ate was a lush BLT at home, mmmmsss. Got so excited I sent a photo of it to my friend... having some food issues. However, I think that whilst at uni I'm gunna stay mainly veggie, eat meat sometimes but I really enjoyed the meals I was making and I think towards the end I actually felt much better for it. Amazing how a bacon enthusiast like me could reform, who'd have thought?

Anyway, in other news, I'm getting a bikini wax next week, not sure which number that is on my list but its gunna happen! Shitting it but Chloe on TOWIE handled it quite well so I'm feeling hopeful.

It's my birthday on the 5th April so on the Tuesday before we break up in March I'm having a 90's themed party/ pre drinks then off to Subway City for 90's night! So excited, already getting the cheesy/ grunge playlist sorted (pearl jam and destiny's child where made for each other) and getting ready to rock the double denim and curtains! I'll be posting 90's style + music on here running up to it.

I think I'll leave you with a photo of my BLT... still thinking about it brings (metaphorical) tears to my eyes <3

Its Snowing

and I'm incredibly bloody misterable about it. Yes, its sooo much fun to make a snowman and give it boobs and make a snow angel. But that takes about half an hour and after that your just cold, soggy, and being constantly pelted with snowballs and, knowing me, flailing around all over the place with very little balance or co-ordination. My idea of an absolute worst nightmare.

Best friend Jeska, Nikon D3000, c.2010

However, on the plus side, my flatmate has just reminded me that if it continues to snow like this then I won't be able to get into work... I don't actually mind going in and was quite looking forward to getting out of the flat but now he's said that I can't stop thinking about it! I think this would all be a lot more exciting if it was before christmas, I had some spacey snow boots and actually gave a fuck. But right now I'm grumpy, cold and I think I'm coming down with S.A.D. As well as that, all the S/S trends have just come out and I want to actually start wearing them!

Bloody England...

Farvel xxx