Hey Civilisation!

Yeah, so I feel like I'm being put in a box this summer, especially living here alone in London so close to work. I just work and never really have the time or effort to make plans. But tomorrow I am seeing Jelena, soo excited!!! We're going to the East Enders Thrift Store for an evening event again ( FREE BOOZE, £3 VINTAGE DRESSES). So some exciting photos will be up for you of crazy faces and sexy outfits, fear not.

I overslept today. I woke up 09:15, work started 09:45, and I got there 5 minutes early. I am mightily pleased with myself i must admit!

Oh dear, thank god I like my job and love my co-workers. Having to sort out getting two more flatmates for our house on top of 48 hours work replying to dozens of e-mails - It Ain't Easy, Life Ain't Breezy.

Now I'm off to bed to rekindle the cycle. And of course start the day with a jog and some juice.

Goodnight,

I'll dream of birthday cakes (for next week I turn 20)

hope you have sugar-coated dreams too, reality is a brick wall,

where you need a sledge hammer to succeed, a cake knife won't cut it.

don't miss M.I.A.'s new tracks, here's "Space":

Flat Party @ D20

Great flat party last night at the Hub.

My £12 worth of alcohol got me a long way down drunken lane and la la land (4 pack of Red Stripe, 6 Coronas, a bottle of Lambrini).

Afterwards, home and drunk, I was too loud & clumsy, out of balance, I got water in the kitchen, opened my cupboard to get bananas, knocked down an ale that splashed its way all across the floor and the glass shattered into pretty little pieces.

Walking down the hallway, approaching my room, Alex swings the door open, angry as fuck:

"Stop Clomping about! Go to bed, stay in your room! For god's sake I can't sleep, it's half four in the morning!!"

Wow, was I flabbergasted. Didn't know someone could get so angrily bossy over such petty things. Especially not a tiny person like Alex.

From now on I'll think of her as the Chihuahua.

(To be fair, I probably was really annoying).

Bagels & Istanbul

@ Notting Hill Gate coming home from shitty work at a posh restaurant in Mayfair, London, about 4 weeks ago, mid August.

Yes. I went to the student shopping spree night at the Overgate shopping centre in Dundee. Spent a fortune. Then discovered my student loan was in. Not as devastated. But still returning items that I may or may not look too voluptuous in. I am one curvy skinny girl. That's what my new high waisted skirt tells you.

Then. I got drunk in my flat. Started dancing. Energy bubbling inside me wanting to get out. My flatmates doing fuck all (?) Chatting in the hallway. I felt lonely in the kitchen with Fraser drinking my Strongbow and dreaming about someone else. I wanted to party.

Kirsten is my favorite flatmate. We have the same *drive. I ate chips that other people payed for. I payed for a lot of skirts and jeans and shoes today. Goodnight I guess is what I'm trying to say? I'm scheduled for a psychology experiment tomorrow 11 am. I will be a total tool.

Red Eye & Death of a Mobile

@ The Foundry, Shoreditch, London. ca 2 weeks ago, late August - early September

I have had class for a week, I'm into my second. No hard work. Just drinking and smoking.

I'm getting bored. I came here to amend brain damage, not to encourage any further blows to my pretty head.

I eat well, I exercise when I'm not sick. But apart from that I've been killing my body.

14 units a week? 14 units a night. I have developed a Scottish tolerance for alcohol.

But drinks at the Union are cheap. I'll stay rich or die tryin'.

My eyes are dying and my phone is dead. I'm too cheap to buy a new one. I'll force myself tomorrow. Nothing is ever good enough. Everything is too expensive or ugly.

Pharmaceuticals and alcoholic beverages are cheap here. Eye drops - £1.46. Smirnoff Vodka - £10.

I am going to a pub crawl tonight if my squeaky stomache and red eyes will let me. I don't want to freak anyone out.