Hey, here you go have a picture of my face and room. My room has reached claustrophobic levels of stuff. I might do a room tour somewhen if anyone would be interested, actually probably will do it anyway because I live on the edge like that.
Top-H&M, Shorts-Vintage Yes, I felt the need for the, what now seems to be obligatory, flower headband. Deal. I went to a festival on Saturday with some pals, Razorlight were headlining and they were preeetty awesome. Obviously not as awesome as my dancing, note the heavy sarcasm. I dance like a Dad, a Dad at a wedding that's had a few drinks and hasn't danced for a long, long time. It really is that bad. But I'm sure everyone loves it.
It rained, hence the wellies, this upset me as I thought it washed away my face paint. I forgot how much I love face paint. Come on, you have to love painting, ON YOUR FACE. I'm too cool. I'm aware.
Pictures from my final media film, exceedingly random post. These aren't in any particular order. Final day of work experience tomorrow, huzzah! I'm going to be honest with you, the only thing I have gained from this week is confirmation of my suspicions that I am the most socially awkward person I know.
The circles are back. Had a pretty hip weekend (note to self, stop saying 'pretty hip' you sound like a goon) went up to London with some of my gang, the dress featured was one of my buys. I am in love. Admittedly it's a 50s wannnabe from Topshop but I got insanely exasperated as I don't seem to fit in any actual 50s dresses.
I have work experience tomorrow, I am not looking forward to it. The woman I'm working with scares me, I'm going to be honest. I'm doing marketing at a hairdressers, I'mm pretty sure they're going to try and attack my hair. I am scared. If I come back looking like Cher Lloyd, you know what happened.