Soup and cream cheese toast is so much better

I got prettied up for Kirsty.

After downing two glasses of White Storm cider, Kirsty and I head out of the building to go to Underground. It's too cold - it's not happening. We stay in, I make cup-a-soup asparagus soup adding yogurt and spices in it, and toasts with herbal cream cheese. (Everything is low fat - I'm staying healthy and I don't want to get fat)! Kirsty loves it! Then we proceed to watch High Fidelity, Kirsty bails half way through, can't blame her, I just finished it now this late an hour (for the fourth time). Ah, a film of comfort. Night.

Waking up on the right side of the bed

I found the key to waking up early without feeling like death came to visit.

Leave your window and curtains open when you go to bed, let the morning light slowly wake you, if that doesn't do it, the cold will!

Smoothie in a Guiness glass tastes so good! People underestimate the tastiness of frozen raspberries and a banana. Mix in a dab of lemon juice, linseeds and water and you're there!

Fighting obesity one day at a time.

Bonne journée!

Back in Dundee after a Spectacular Night in Malmo

(I fell asleep on the train). Finally, I'm back. School starts monday. The party will continue this evening at cocktail bar Templelane.

Had a blast with Regina yesterday, for the first time ever we were deemed very approachable in 'the land of Små Grodorna'. Regina got a surprising kiss on the lips. Geeky stalker type in glasses - yum.

Never been hit on in Sweden before, thought this only happened in the US or the UK. (I choose to simply ignore the Middle East)

Nap time!

Back with a Slap

Halloween in Hastings.

Wind punched me today when I arrived in Dundee. Only took 4 and a half to Edinburgh from London, who would've thought. I woke up just before they announced my stop. Lucky, tired, from an eventful weekend. Went to London on Friday after class, arrived half ten, went to Hastings on Saturday to celebrate Halloween with Nina. Her boyfriend Tom was a dead old lady and his flatmate Boogie was dressed as a whore. I was a sad, sad emo. Nina was a mime. I liked Boogie's "whore" shirt, asked if I could have it, he liked to see it as an "I want to get into your shirt"- pickup line. No, man. Just wanted the shirt.

Got away with Tom's ripped lady-dress.

Her birthday was the next day :). Awesome to see Nina. Sad and happy times were had. Things got better towards the end, so I think. Came back to London at five (Hastings is two hours away).

Nice and pub and better. Left this morning, early morning, I was forty-five minutes early and a hobo asked me for a cigarette, I'm sorry, I don't roll fast enough.

Here I am, I washed my face again, thoroughly, I can't comb my hair, forgot the comb in Hastings, so I look like a bit of a mess.

Going to the Grizzly Bear concert tonight in Glasgow. Leaving at six...

Now I'm off to meet EunYi!

I quit smoking, see how stupid it makes me look.

Yogabear

Yoga at 9 am in the morning.

Goodnight

not my kind of music, my kind of men.

Jacket, vintage (Dapa Boutique), scarf, Indiska, pocket watch, family treat,

top, Urban Outfitters, skirt, American Apparel, shoes, Doc Martens.

Fat Sam's was good fun tonight. EunYi flaunted her amazing skills as a roller girl, Jamie sang along to all the tunes. Now I am heading for an early night, a Psychology experiment awaits at noon. Third time's the charm.