26.5.11

worse things have happened at sea.

AHEM excuse me, people; this is the last blog I will write at this desk, in this little white cell-like room, in my university halls! Sad moment. I'm moving out for summer, and next term will be living in an actual house. Exciting times! 

Right now, perched behind my chair, leaning against the wall and teetering dangerously is a huuuuuge pile of...stuff. I seem to have accumulated a lot of stuff. To be precise, 2 huge suitcases, 2 medium suitcases, one little suitcase, 3 'bags-for-life', a laundry bag and 4 waitrose-foldup canvas bags. PHEW.

I'm not sure why its sad to be leaving - halls aren't lovely. This room is not lovely. The window only opens a crack and the garish curtains give you a headache. My wardrobe has been door-less for 9 months (thanks, maintenance) and the carpet is mysteriously-stained. There are scuff-marks under the desk where my foot taps the wall, and the odd nail varnish mark here and there - but generally I have treated this room well, and whilst the early morning fire-alarms and people upstairs having parties at 4am might not have been brilliant, I can't deny that I've had some good times and met some lovely people in halls.

Above all it is very, very strange to think that come September some new person will be sitting at this desk, staring at the strip of wall, pretending they haven't got a pile of coursework next to them, and working their way through the content of iPlayer. Just like I did! And I may have written a nice little note and hidden it somewhere in my room, for them to find, is that sad? Tomorrow morning it'll be goodbye James Watson, goodbye Portsmouth, Hello Summer!






BIG LOVE xx

21.5.11

you and me in a photobooth, 8


also known as
'that awkward moment when your hair actually looks nicer the next day than it did when you went out'

also known as
'that awkward moment you decide to put a makeup-free photo of yourself on the internet'


I am trying to select 50 photos which sum up the year, as my dad won free Snapfish prints. Tricky!
BIG LOVE x

alcohol lemon haze, i been watching you for days.

I am dangerously close to completing my first year at uni. Well technically I already have! Hence the post-handing-in-last-assignment sudden increase in wine-and-food related blogs/tweets. Next Friday (assuming the world is still about, then) I pack up my little room and leave halls! To commemorate, here are some thoughts on my first year at uni, in the hope they will inspire and comfort those about to leave for their first years….

pizza is most definitely a food group. as is Red Bull. as is Nandos.
the library is open twenty-four hours at exam season for a reason
think of swipe card doors as a fun gambling game, rather than just assuming they will work.
radio times website has a really good highlights tv guide. just sayin
don't cause flatmate tension. at least, not till the last few weeks of the year
please don't buy dodgy meat after a night out. just, trust.
inexplicable bruises are par for the course
it is 100% possible to live on porridge 
sleep is no longer reserved for nighttimes

and most of all this year I have learnt that Portsmouth is full of strange and complicated people, but also full of wonderful lovely gems, as I'm sure is true of the whole country over, and when you find such lovely people you should get them all together in one house and have a massive party with music and cider and then go home and do some work and basically you will have the best time ever.




 x
photos from tumblr

20.5.11

cellardoor magazine, and their blog. little slices of internet heaven.

18.5.11

champagne lifestyle, lemonade budget

I SMELL LIKE BARBECUE SMOKE
I'M VERY WINDSWEPT
I'VE GOT KATS HAIR DYE ON MY WRISTS
I DOWNED HALF A BOTTLE OF WINE AT LUNCHTIME
WE WERE COLD AND SLIGHTLY DRUNK IN THE MIDDLE OF THE AFTERNOON
WE ALL LIE TO EACH OTHERS FACES
ITS NOT OKAY TO LIKE HIM
YOU HAVE TO DO WHAT MAKES YOU HAPPY
TODAY WAS SUCH FUN!
TONIGHT WILL BE TOO, EXCEPT THAT I CAN'T DECIDE IF I'VE PUT TOO MUCH VODKA IN THIS REDBULL OR IF IT TASTES VILE BECAUSE OF THE TOOTHPASTE




I hope you are all well my lovers? 
Personally, feeling very inspired this week, hope you are too
BIG LOVE x

17.5.11

your life is your life, gotta live like its your life

noah and the whale
the wedgewood rooms, portsmouth
10/05/11















"sick of being someone he did not admire, 
took apart his old things, and set them all on fire,
he's gonna change, change his ways.
and it feels like his new life can start, 
and it feels like heaven."

sorry for the noah overload, but, well i'm not actually sorry ;) you love it.


x

12.5.11

paolo was right.

I think I have decided what I'm wearing tonight. I think. No I have, I have. New shoes, is this a painful mistake? Vodka and squash, and it's 'Anything But Clothes' night at Liquid but I am clearly wearing clothes, and if anyone thought I was going out in a binbag they can SING FOR IT.



Today I ate too much Nandos with course mates and things went back to normal.
also, tumblr, if youre interested
BIG LOVE
x

6.5.11

Candy Chang

Candy Chang is an artist who took over the side of an abandoned house in her neighbourhood in New Orleans. Chalk is left out for passers by to compete the statement "Before I die...____"








The house has since been bought but she talks of popping up the project in other places now.
See the rest of the photos and read the updates here.
I think this is so special!
x

5.5.11

a victory for the kids who believed in rock and roll

If any of you are university/college age people, or even beyond, do you know what you'll be doing as a job in the future? Cos I certainly don't! And I pretty much felt like the only one growing up, surrounded by kids with concrete job aspirations. Of course now I realise that most of the people around me only have a vague idea of the job they want, if that. And maybe I'm putting too much emphasis on career - I know its not the most important thing in the world. But I do think being happy is important.

So, blow it, if it all goes wrong here are my outrageous bank-busting back up options ;)
(also read: dream plans)

1. Village Pub
It is a fact of life that I have watched too much Corrie over the years, but this means that I am slightly obsessed with the idea of running a pub and living above it. The pub could be anywhere doesn't have to be a village, in fact in a slightly unhinged/romanticised way I wouldnt mind a slightly scummy street corner pub! But being the softie I am for a village green, pretty church and slow pace of life, this would pretty much be my dream job!








2. Vintage Boutique
I'm sure the current (last 2/3 years?) fad for vintage clothing will fade soon (and as an avid vintage fan hopefully this means the pricing will go back to normal!) but I hope there is always a market for good quality vintage. But I'm no snob; repro or vintage inspired modern pieces have just as much of a place and sometimes are even more perfect! I'd love to offer some kind of personable, glamorous service a la Lucy In Disguise haha (side note: have you seen their website? now that is a website)









3. Tea Room
Maybe I could even combine this with the one above, and have a cute lil tea room in the corner of a vintage boutique? (The mothership would love that haha). I remember being introduced to tea rooms on our many family holidays to Scotland as a child, being given sweet meringues with cream! As a grown up with a mild to moderate tea obsession I can now seriously appreciate a good pot of English Breakfast tea and a toasted teacake.




Anybody else have secret dream jobs? Or not so secret in my case!! haha
This was a bit of a cop out post. I'm going to write something good soon *pinkypromise*
I have a few exciting days ahead, but I must stop procrastinating and battle through this uni coursework first! Good luck anyone with exams!!

big love
x

all images from Google Images