Under the Bridge.

Jeez I forgot about this thing. It's actually pretty handy at the moment seeing as I have lost my house keys which is a pain in the ass because a) attatched is my beautiful Marc Jacobs keyring and b) attatched is also the keys to my beloved DIARY. I haven't been able to write in it in so long. Ack.

Today I went to Birmingham with L. It went pretty well, we went to a chinese and talked. It was cool. I will be seeing the D tomorrow, meaning that this particular weekend is friend-free.

Just had a lovely long chat to A on the phone. She's arrogant but really good to talk to, it's a shame that my other friends don't seem to like her as much. We talked about other girls (obviously), and hair and boys and we watched Four Weddings and a Funeral at the same time together. (Hugh Grant = so cute!) She told me that people think at school I'm stuck up because of the way I hold myself. I'm well aware that I don't slouch and I like to stand up straight, but why should this have any afluence on how much people like me? There is absolutely nothing wrong with carrying yourself well. At fifteen if I have already mastered it, then I just see it as a head start; it isn't as if I think I'm better.

Work is such a drag recently. I miss summer so much, it was amazing.

I went to see The Devil Wears Prada last weekend, which I had been looking forward to ever since I read the book.



It was fairly amusing and definately enjoyable for anyone who isn't interested in fashion. Meryl Streep really is great in it although Anne Hathaway doesn't exactly live up to the ferocity of the Andrea Sachs described in the book. Still it was amazing to see the transformation, she ended up looking totally gorgeous in everything she wore. Even if the critics panned the film as being unrealistic, I still think Patricia Field is a fabulous stylist, she always makes people look amazing, even if it wasn't totally appropriate for this film. Any girl should see it anyway just to gaze longingly at Adrian Grenier. So hot.

I'd really like to see The Last Kiss I think once it's out, athough that's probably because Rachel Bilson is in it, who is just stunning and such a good actress. I think she's really undervalued, she was always the stronger actress over Mischa in the OC.



Everytime I think my hair would look good a little lighter I just look at her and think no.


Tomorrow I need to research into a charity that we could raise money for for my citzenship coursework. We're going to host a talent show at school, and since I put my hand up and said I think that we should be helping a charity for something that teenagers our age really care about, its my responsibilty to find one. M said she had some ideas for me, should be fun anyway.
My bed calls. :)

Saturdays are meant to be fun...

Jesus, today was a BORE. I suppose I only have myself to blame, but really. It was unaturally, stupidly boring.

I should have gone to town. It wouldn't have mattered that my hair wouldn't go right, or my new cardi was just not working properly if I would have realised what a drag the day would turn out to be. Honestly, I have wasted about 12 hours of my life, no wait, thats not true actually, because I did manage to get a new coat today whilst shopping with N, and as I was with her, naturally it was free. It's gorgeous, we were looking for dogtooth and simple but what we ended up with was a sort of cream and black extra large woven checked concoction, with the most elegant neckline and kimono sleeves. As if she was going to take me shopping and get something simple, haha. Its quite the annoyance that she wishes to share it, but she did pay for it I suppose, and she'll only wear it to work anyway whilst I'm at school. Weekends, that bitch is mine.

But anyway, some time in Birmingham with friends acting like retards would have been a vast improvement on a couple of hours in Touchwood and then sitting here by a computer screen for the rest of the day, even with the new coat.



It is J's birthday tomorrow. Not that were talking anyway, but I sent him a card, it felt strange not to, but then again maybe it was strange to...I don't know. But basically he should have got the damn card this morning because I posted it yesterday morning so that he would get it today seeing as he's an awkward bint who picks a birthday where you can't get post becauseitdoesntcomeonthatday. Moron. So yeah he should have got the card this morning and he was on msn this morning and said nothing meaning that either my gesture of goodwill got lost somewhere (unlikely) or he's just an asshole who doesn't give a crap (somewhat likelier). Well you know, we all make mistakes and set our hopes apon something which will never ever deliver and just turns out to be a big, fat, yes FAT, DISAPPOINTMENT. God he gets me angry. Grr.

So yeah, and now I am being forced to eat a curry. I swear these people want me to bored AND have an extra large waistline.


*winge winge winge*, I know. I'm not always like this, promise.

Ahem.

So, my first ever blog. *Yay!* I've set my blog up at this point mainly to try and save myself from sheer boredom, but its been on the cards ever since saw the I am Fashion blog by the two seemingly unidentified fashionistas 'Harrods Girl' and 'Barneys Girl'. They focus on fashion, and I love fashion, so obviously it will be a main feature of my blog, but I also wish to just use it to track my thoughts. I love to write, have successfully kept a diary for most of my life and have a passion for writing, not that I'm much good at it.

So yeah, I'm not going to write an overly long boring speech about myself, I shall just inform you along the way wherever appropriate. It's much less tiresome, don't you think?