I'm Lucky

Now I have to go to Chris' for practice before the gig,

we have to be at Hustlers by six!

Cuckoo Cough

Mid April this year @ the weird artsy venue Secret Project Robot in Williamsburg, New York.

I feel poorly today. Bought Nutella, peanut butter, ginger nut biscuits and Lucozade. None of it seems to help. Itchy throat. Cough, cough, cough. My IBE lecturer knows my name and went up the porch of a building to let other people pass and then greet me, happily he waves "Hello, Isabella! Was just waiting for people to pass so I could say hello to you!" I'm thinking eh? I say Hii, he's only a couple of feet away, yet he says hello, waves with all of his body. It's sweet. Maybe I'm being too cynical.

No parrtying tonight, but already been out twice this week and got drunk off of Templelane's cocktails both times. Those things are massive. Yesterday I had Kentucky Tea (bunch of liquor mixed together, bourbon, whiskey, gin) and Ink Bomb. My lips went blue, as can be observed in the post below.

Magic

today: beaded silk dress, jeggings, junk food, vulnerable and cranky.

I'm eating junkfood. A habit when I'm sick. It doesn't taste of much. Maybe because I'm sick or because they're flavourless to start off with.

I have more work on my plate. Then I'm off to find a decent pub round here.

Icky Sicky Cheapskate

New earrings from Topshop at yesterday's 20% off spree. My hair is up because it's gross.

I felt icky today. EunYi sat down next to me and said "oh no, you're getting the flu!" I protested: "no, I'm not!" "Awe, yes you are, I can tell when someone's gonna get the flu."

Thanks.

I napped for three hours then I had some of Kirsten's pizza and a lot of Lizzie's Cookies & Cream icecream with peanutbutter. I am full. I want tea.

Going to cozy up to some Gossip Girl and block out the FIFA noises in the background.

Cramps & Desire

I am not going to the pubcrawl. I hurt too much.