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No Good.

So done all my uni coursework, I have three exams starting in like four days. I’ve barely done any revision and I’m blatantly not going to get a first anymore. My last two coursework essays have pulled my marks right down, which is a pile of shit, who puts two essay hand in dates the day before your dissertation is in. I mean FFS.

I’ll need to get firsts in all my exams to get a first overall, and seeing as counselling is a pile of fucking balls that had pretty much no teaching, it’s not going to happen.

So gutted. I barely want to try anymore. This is SHIT.

Nails.

The other morning I filed, buffed and polished my nails, as they were the longest they’ve been for ages -proud moment. Today -after one afternoon of revision they’re mostly gone. I hate stress, and worry. Bite bite bite fuck off.

I really don’t get, also, why the man on the check out in Tesco can’t comprehend the fact that if you have a horizontally packaged lasagne; you don’t pack it vertically. I’ve told him twice before, and today I was not in the mood. I gave him my tone of voice, and asked ‘Can you not do that’ (doesn’t sound too menacing but it’s all in the tone), and when he asked me if I had a club card I said ‘No’ as if in someway I was getting back at him. I wasn’t going to inconvenience myself finding my club card just because he asked me. Dick.

So I’m home now, and I’ve eaten way too many Kettle chips, I feel so freaking sick. Blerh.

Pizza Tears.

Ordering Pizza Hut online made me cry.

That’s why it sucks being a girl. Or moreso just having hormones will do it.

Done.

Guess what I’m doing tonight?

NOTHING!

That’s because I finished my dissertation today, (in between having lunch with me mum and dad at pizza express which was lovely), and put it in for binding! Ready tomorrow morning at nine, in time for hand in at four. I’m not going to read it through now though, if I see a mistake I might die. Seven months of work off my back, and no more deadlines whoop! annnnnd…

STEAK for tea. Monstrous!

Oh and found out Top Gear were filming in St. Annes today – Quality!

Holiday.

Some take me here PLEASE!

[Anyer, West Java, Indonesia by Donny Ariefianto]

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Pancake Day.

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8 ounces of Flour
2 eggs
1 pint of milk
Sugar
Lemon

TA DA!

Oh and a lolcat apparently.

Le Fancy à la Francey.

As you can probably see from the amount I have blogged, I haven’t been out the house that much recently -although you would have thought it would be the opposite? Went to Tesco today and saw these:

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Packs of LEMON only French Fancies.

What the fuck Mr. Kipling.

I mean seriously. Why would anyone want this. Fair enough all PINK or CHOCOLATE packs but LEMON?!?! I can’t even think of anyone who would want to buy this, I mean who likes lemon French Fancies…apart from my dad, but to be fair he likes the pink and chocolate ones too, I doubt he’d want six lemon ones. Variety is the spice of life.

On another note a bar has opened in The Printworks called Illusions, it plays cool music, has a cool vibe, and has MAGICIANS. Went on Friday night (Last night?) with Will, Jonny, and Becky, I think Jonny had a stroke when the magician swallowed a balloon. It was pretty much us and the staff cause it was getting late, it was like a private show. Wicked. Cheered me up – sad ’cause I was tired and grumpy after napping (minor fml there).

Bus Stop.

I had lunch at the student union today, I got the bus, ’cause I was being studenty (…and I found out my car has a flat tyre, with a nail in it). On my journey home I was stood at the bus stop, wearing my Russian hat, and my new purple hoodie, and the foot cramp shorts as well actually, anyway, a guy stood next to me gestures like he’s going to say something to me. So, in my mind I started thinking, ‘erm which is the next stop, where are we, where’s he going to ask me to direct him, which bus comes to this stop’…etc, all this for him to ask me:

“Is your hat waterproof? Like…how does it do in the rain?”

“It’s alright”, I said, “The water doesn’t really soak in much”.

“Oh right, I’ve always wondered about that, you know with hats, I usually wear waterproof things” He replied, in his sandals.

I was kind of baffled really. For some reason I carrying on talking to him about how waterproof my hat is, and in which kinds of rain it’s suitable, and how apt it is for wearing in Manchester, and sometimes I use it instead of a hood, and the corduroy seems water resistant so you don’t get a wet head, but the fur sometimes gets damp, it’s amazing how much you can big up a hat’s waterproof properties whilst waiting for the 143.

I wonder if he’ll get one…

Republic.

Right, so…(do I always start my blogs like that? I’m not sure, I think I try not too)…annnyway got some money for christmas so thought I better spend it QUICK! (it was starting to burn a hole in my pocket -and my minnnnnd!). Came back to manchester after a great christmas with my family, and an awesome new year too -1920′s eat your heart out. My costume was the tits!
The sky was mental bright that night, it was like white and orange at the same time. Will and I were like it’s so totally going to snow yah, and we were so right. There’s about a bajillion inches. O RLY?

YA RLY!!

Well about 6? Or something? About a cocks worth? I duno. Being the numpty I am, I obviously didn’t pack my wellies, and I couldn’t drive to my house and get them cause my car was an igloo. Decided to go shopping anyway, armed with my ski jacket and now overly popular russian furry hat (I so bought mine last year, I can’t really claim I wore it first, I’m pretty sure that was the Russians…sneaky Russians). Erm yeah…so….SHOPPING.

Esprit let me down, pastel colours SRSLY?, don’t you know I’m like your best customer and pastels aren’t in my colour chart!?! No purchases there then. Republic did me proud but only the new stock, got some awesome checked shorts (to go with my ugg boots), and a slurple purple hoodie (cause it’s so cold), I wuvs them! Surfed a few other shops, and thought I’d try USC cause I still had £60 of me spends. Found the most nom firetrap tshirt (probs my best buy), and another one in the sale which I had my eye on yonks ago, the one I had previously seen was black but this one was red, bingo! as it complied with my new wardrobe rules = MORE COLOUR! Then I ran out of money. Damn.

Oh I just remembered why I wrote this blog…I was gonna tell you a story about how the shorts in Repulic were on a really high clothes rail and I got cramp in my foot trying to reach up to get them down. I was gonna rant about how they must only want 6ft 2 girls to buy these shorts, but I fucked the system! In your face Republic! I’m 5ft 5!

Hello Christmas.

Official start of Christmas todayyyyy! :)