dawson & joey.

so i've done it. i'm back at uni once more for round three of furthering my career prospects through education. i enrolled this morning and have had to endure an agonising wait for 2pm when i will meet with my new tutors who will hopefully show me the pathway to fashion enlightenment. to fill my time i have been on facebook playing such delights as farmville, myfarm and yoville. the novelty does wear off though when you realise you actually have to wait for your virtual crops to grow before you can harvest them or you can't visit your mates (yoville) twice in one day as this will be deemed as being too "needy" by the game.

phew! it's even more complicated than real life.

coming back to rochester has only actually hit home today. there are so many fresh, excited faces running through the corridors and to the student union bar. i got exhausted just looking at them and their mere presence made me question my decision to do this. living the life of what the general public perceive to be the typical student (i.e . lazy, bed-hopping party animal) has never really appealed to me. i don't think anything would make me go back to those fresher days. i'm an old fart. there... i've said it. hope i meet more of my kind this afternoon.

going back in time slightly.... to the weekend... i went out for katy's birthday on friday night. which was very fun and threw up some lovely surprises. bumped into a very dear old friend of mine in the pub who i hadn't seen in about three years. he is dawson to my joey but without a lot of the will they won't they drama. this made me very happy for the rest of the weekend and i still can't stop smiling now when i think about the chance meeting.

spent the rest of my weekend teaching myself how to crochet. it is now my favourite pastime. currently, i'm attempting to make a bag... not sure how successful it is at the moment but i'm sure a photo or two later on this week will help you consider your verdict.

now i must eat. it's a packed lunch consisting of a ham salad sandwich and taxi chocolate bar. yummy.

get on with it.

procrastination is an activity that i am way too familiar with. a pattern i unfortunately fall into when i have too much to do. things like facebook, making my bed, giving myself a pedicure and taking the dog for a walk start to seem very important. i begin to think in half an hour segments i.e "i will start that at half past 2" or " if i start at 5 i'll have a full an hour and a half to do so so which is ace" and, more often or not, i will find that my all important facebook browsing and bed making activities have made me miss my self-made deadline and there's no point in starting that something you keep putting off until the clock has moved on to the next half hour segment. is there?

i should be writing my project proposal for my masters that i should have sent off earlier this week but instead i am writing my blog. but it's ok because soon it will be half past 3 and that will be an ace time to start it and i can be done by 5. of course.

*sigh*

a weekend in the life of a social butterfly.

it's been a little while since i last updated but i have been a busy bee.

thursday night catch up with my ex-topshop colleagues was really fun. we played guitar hero (badly) and singstar (not as badly) before skipping on down to lennons for a spot of indie disco and cheap dirty rum (or vodka in my case).

whilst there we witnessed the not so delightful sounds of ou est le swimming pool? i was offended by the casual mixing of languages without a care for proper grammar swiftly followed by their attempts to rap in a white boy styleee. which went on for a heart wrenching 20 minute set. the one amazing thing about them was the guy with who had the most amazing moustache in the world, see below pic. at times like that i wished i was a boy. however, after it was all over, i'd hazard a guess that i wasn't the only person to stop and reflect upon the question- ou est le talent?

sorry if you like them. i did try but i just can't.

when i decided to step out for air later in the evening i soon found out that the talent was definitely not in the band's tour van. i didn't do the groupie thing honestly. well not intentionally. i spoke to their driver because he looked so desperately bored and i felt sorry for him and then the band got on the van and of course it would be rude not to talk to them and then the subject of the band playing at bestival came up and i thought it would be rude not to invite myself along. unfortunately the band declined my kind offer of good company to the festival and after a good stroke of the amazing moustache, i waved as their van drove off into the distance towards the etap hotel near mcdonalds. the glam life of rock and roll.

accompanied by special cameo roles of a couple of individuals from my past and the introduction of new friends... this night was thoroughly ace fun.

friday night was even better. i spent in the company of tori amos. well, four rows away from her. but it was pretty much my dream come true. her outfit, voice and everything was just spectacular and i think i may have fallen even more in love with her if that's at all possible...

i had a fantastic dream that night about the gig but in my dream i met her and shook her hand... silly me.

on saturday i went to essex to see my uni girlfriends, kirsty, kate and jenny, to celebrate kirsty's birthday. we went to reflex and dressed in an 80s theme (as if we were from the 80s instead of 80s neon-tastic dress up if you see what i mean). fabulous time and i took home a video of kate paying homage to dolly parton. something i shall always treasure. here's a little pic of us fully appreciating the weather girls' it's raining men (minus jenny).

lovely.

then it was sunday and i spent the whole day watching back to back michael jackson videos in chronological order whilst tucking into homemade cream tea. pure bliss.

today has mostly been an admin day. phone calls, emails and letters. blah blah blah. it's nice to get back to the blogging too. more to come later this week.

grrr to them all.

i'm not usually one for online tantrums but if you can't do it on your own blog... where can you do it? today i have been dealing with prejudice. namely the prejudice that comes with being unemployed and once again becoming a student.

jobseekers allowance people have patronised me and cocked up my claim.

the receptionist in my local branch of natwest has told the whole branch my personal financial details and judged me unfairly and rather rudely... all in the omnipresence of the work experience boy.

and i have felt enraged most of the day because of these two incidents.

but i've just had lovely yummy cottage pie for dinner and i feel much more far removed from the events of the day. i have instead chosen to reflect on the loveliness and helpfulness of the admin people at UCA. they have been wonderfully ace to me today. no prejudice felt, no grudges held. nothing of the sort.

now i'm gonna get on a snazzy disco outfit and see my lovely friends for some guitar hero, singstar, cheap clubbing antics. will try to update with outfit pic if i remember before going out.

ta-ra for now.

je t'aime.

excuse the greasy hair and the messy room but please do go ahead and marvel at the dress i'm wearing. it's my mummy's from the eighties and i forgot how fricking hot it actually is.

this my dears, is what i shall mostly be wearing saturday night... and possibly every opportunity i can for the rest of my life.

world of filth.

yesterday evening turned out to be very random and loads of fun. popped down to the common with my boy to meet up with joe and katy as it was a particularly beautiful day. we put grass down joe's pants, talked about the various qualities of akon and david guetta's new single, watched a teen romance play out before our bitter, jaded twenty-something eyes and then katy mentioned reading my blog with particular mention of the blog where i am discussed finding filthy searches on my boy's iphone. hilarity ensued as we took a trip down katy's memory lane to tub girl. tub girl is a picture of a girl that i can't, or won't, fully describe. but those of you who know of the infamy of tub girl will know exactly what i am talking about.

following a brief filthy search on my boy's iphone we mosied back to joe's house to order some pizza and just hang out. unfortunately we hadn't left the filth fully behind us. joes's fully wifi equipped laptop just happened to be lying about and provided a seedy gateway to other worlds of filth namely "two girls, one cup" and "one man, one screwdriver". i refused to watch but heard everything and it really wasn't great. those who did watch went very pale and domino's pizza did not seem so very yummy anymore.

trust me you just don't want to know.

thank god the filth eventually came to an end and was replaced with some vodka and lemonade based socialising with a dash of guitar hero... full on rock band style my friend. a welcome relief from the world of filth which i don't think any of us will ever refer to ever again. well... i hope not. only in chucklesome anecdotes such as this one.

i'm getting shivers just thinking about it.

...then they woke up and it was all a dream.

today was brilliant. possibly one of the best mondays i've had in a long time. i was invited up to my old university campus (the UCA in Rochester) to meet with the course leader of the Fashion Journalism and Theory MA. i brought my portfolio, like an eager foundation art student, to an "informal discussion" where i bared my soul, hopes and dreams to the lovely man in the adidas t-shirt and jeans.

he liked my work.

for the first time in two years someone had looked at my work through the eyes of a tutor and had liked it. that was the ultimate satisfaction for me today. if nothing else had worked out well then i would have be completely high on that for the rest of the day. but then he went and offered me a place on the MA.

i felt like i might explode with happiness at that point.

i'd only gone up to talk about it and see what i could possibly do next with my life. i had never really expected to be offered a place there and then. now i have to make some grown up decisions. and only a couple of days to do it in.

i have no money but yet must find a new home and find some way of paying for my academic dreams. if anyone has any ideas let me know.

with thoughts of money pummeling my poor brain, i decided to go researching about things that have no real use to me in the grand scheme of things but things that interest me very much so none the less in the hope of distracting myself for a good hour.

nostradamus.

i have spent the last hour analysing the finer points of his prophecies that came true and those that are still yet to come true. the part about armageddon scared the bejesus out of me and now i have these little visions going over and over in my head. i'm predicting that i will be mostly having dreams of the bad kind tonight. i hope not but i'm pretty sure of it.

sweet dreams.