Semi Organised

Terrible nights sleep. Almost failed today. Only witnessed 3 hours sunlight, in which 2 of those hours were in a seminar. Our tutor has also clocked than no one is doing the recommended 35 hours a week reading. In the words of Cher from Clueless "ehugh, AS IF!". But I do have to get my act together, FACT.
From my little Derwent room window is a loan ranger goose, attempting to cross University Road. Its like watching a murder happen. I may even shed a tear i I witness this horror. The Radio (URY) was amazing a while ago too. Was a dude on before one of my boyfriend's mateys, really smacked it as such. Even my BBFF Laurie said "Boom Booom pow". So, overall lickable day, but still more to be achieved.
Leeds tomorrow. Oh crap, serious riot of geese in road. Car crash TV to the max bitches.
Also I won a bottle of Champagne aka fizzy cheap apple juice on Sunday, then ranted on about how I got a first in PR, these two achievement therefore cancel each other out, but thought I'd still mention it :)
xxx

The Morning After

So, that was me last night. I actually regret not going all out, if you know what I mean. Face paints, bling, persevering with my black gunky lip goo and just in general more, more, more. On the plus my boyfriend brought me a fabulous snow/halloween globe/bouncey ball with a pumpkin head and orange glitter within. Its truely the shit. Will take some arty pictures to put up.
Got too drunk last night too. Ended up jumping from a little wall, landing on my knees. Almost died. The party was good though. Did not maximise in the socialising front. A few times felt a bit like people were talking about me. Paranoia is a frequent friend that visits me in those situations. Humbug.
Now all my party animal block bitches are gagging to get on it again tonight. Honestly, I must be feeling my age or something. However, peer pressure is definately another associate of mine who is currently in the room with me. Out I go it is.

Tonights theme is Derwent Zombies, going to try and get my thriller on. Soundtrack to the night - The Nightmare before Christmas Marilyn Manson tune plus Cava. I am so easily pleased I swear.
xoxox

Time to start the show

Today is a convenient fake Halloween, i.e. its a Saturday rather than drab Sunday. Total spent on my costume £2, I kid you not. My look is honestly a jumble that in my opinion works fluidly, however odd. To attempt the sum up, its a Maid meets 80's like a virgin Madonna meets goth meets skeleton meets novelty Halloween slut. Like I said, it works. (pictures to be posted soon). My poison consists of 1/3 bottle Russian standard and 1/4 white paint stripper rum.
To break the ice, this is my first blog, but due to my new found confidence I feel able to add some words. This week was magical boom boom due to one major goal being accomplished. To be honest a good 50% of my motivation to come to York was be involved with the paper, and more specifically Nouse. And to many individuals shock, including my own, I managed to get position of Fashion Editor at Nouse. I was gunning for Deputy Fashion Editor, however I can hand on heart say I did not even expect that. In short I feel bloody wonderful about this.
Just going to add 3 inspiration images as regards my Halloween atire to this post, and later some hardcore images of slut bag me will follow.
Mwa