Wise People

Hi
I am sitting on my bed, watching Frasier (Roz's Schnoz) and wondering why I don't feel Christmassy yet. I sort of start letting myself be Christmassy on the 1st, I put up my little tree and relentlessly play my Xmas Playlist. But this year, its not working yet. Maybe tomorrow I will feel more festive.

Yesterday I went to a Christmas fair with my family, it was so lovely. Very old-timey and beautiful. I managed to get a couple of gifts and surprised myself by remaining relatively calm and okay.

Part of the Cathedral (Bury St Edmonds)

I wanted to see this gorgeous-sounding bird very badly. Didn't see one.

Pink birds!!
Going into the abbey

It felt like a Most Haunted special.

Front of Abbey gardens

Pie O' Christmas.

Little street

Carousel! No-one would go on with me. It played Hello Dolly too.

Slightly fuzzy, but beautiful

Wise people on stilts.

No Men And A Sort Of Lady

Morning Campers.

This week has been a hideous mix of me moaning, complaining or tutting. If this week was an 80's movie it would be set to Journey's 'Don't stop believin' and it would contain a montage of me sitting on my bed with heaps of balled-up paper around me, and I would look to the camera and do a big comic shrug and make a pun about recycling.

On Sunday I bravely ventured into Westfield's shopping centre, which to be honest I didn't like. I was amazed to find Superdrug, a recognisable store in amongst acres of expensive shops that just sold either tights, organic food or phones. I really didn't like it, although the decorations were lovely. Me wandering through La Senza with my pals, looking slightly embarrassed will be set to Pat Benatar's Love is a Battlefield. After that, I met up with other pals and went to the movies, Easy Virtue, it was cute. The night ended with me lost, alone and freaked-out in Paddington. Not good.

It would then fade, with a quick burst of Duran Duran to me, fearfully trying to remember what GCSE'S I took for my post-grad application on Tuesday. I would keep adding up on my hand, going 'WHAT else, what else' before mumbling 'Oh yeah...GCSE Dance' and then the audience would whoop in mirth and I would put my head in my hands.

My beloved Blondie would then show me, on Wednesday, sitting in my classes rolling my eyes whilst my lecturer talks about seeing Boney M in concert, and neglects to talk about Jeannette Winterson. Although I would like to fit in The Rivers of Babylon, or Rasputin to my essay on gender issues, I fear it may not fit.

Then possibly Bowie's Fashion would show me trying to get ready for the dentist yesterday. I ended up wearing what American's would call 'sweats'. I moaned my way into the reception, sat with wide-eyed fear and nearly cried when the dentist said no fillings. Sweet Tooth: 1 Dentist: 0

Yesterday I went to see my pal, taking Forgetting Sarah Marshall with me. I ended up on a packed bus full of kids, one shouting 'Amanda, you are a proper c-' for about 50 minutes. This sequence, in my movie I am tentatively titling 'No men and a sort of lady' will be set to Madonna's papa don't preach, I think the background would sound good interspersed with shots of me on the bus, looking gorgeously stressed.


I have curls. This makes me beyond thrilled. I am giddy.

Westfields went all out.

My lecture notes - I found a sports-type bit of paper and decided to make it pretty.

No on Hate

Amazing photos from rallies from around the world.

No on Prop 8

This Week

Hi!

This week has been good. I'm still scared of saying it, but it has.

Its been 'reading week' which is basically 'don't-do-any-work-and-feel-extreme-guilt' week. Lecturers always plan courseworks to be due after it, but we all moan and scuff our feet going, 'but we want half-term back'. I've barely started my essay, although my dissertation meeting went okay, my tutor is kinda casual, which juxtaposed with my awkwardness made for an interesting meeting with me stammering and her kicking her feet up on the desk.

I had my last counselling session, picked up the book of 'Beautiful People' and had a genuinely happy meal in McDonalds. I don't like their food but for some reason I desperately wanted chicken nuggets. Yesterday I went into London with my best pal, tried on dresses that didn't suit me in topshop and got some cute new headphones with little ends that look like smarties. Even though I am constantly in Baker Street station - wearing my dear stalker hat and smoking my pipe - I still get confused because they change the platforms and the trains don't have proper signs. I ended up feeling like a tourist and ran onto the first train and just prayed it was the right one. On the journey Russell and Matt chatted away to me and I tried not to fall asleep on the 331 home.

Today - I GOT A HAIRCUT! Yes.

I am the new Suri Cruise.

This week in some photos:


Carnaby Street, pretty huh?

Gorgeous little square off Carnaby street.

Making me feel christmassy, but its still too early.


Wa-hey.
New hair.Watched rich kid/poor kid. The rich girl was hideous.

Oxford street lights

Rainy, pretty LDN.

Saluting my bathroom-photo-taking-prowess.

This Weekend

You will be blessed with a 'chatting-on' post later this week. This is a photo commentary. What a glorious blessing.



I don't WANT to do my coursework, so I read some alternative literature.

Became all brokeback.

Hung up my Halloween costume apron sadly.

Added to my wall.
Admired our gorgeous Autumnal colours

Begged Dad to get out his record player.

Can you keep a secret?

I am going to copy this gorgeous blog and post some of my all-time favourite post-secrets from my favourite site.

Make sure you check out www.postsecret.com. Its magical.