Maggie Gyllenhaal for Miu Miu.
I want those shoes please.
Sunday, June 28, 2009
Thursday, June 25, 2009
The last picture is the formal dress that I am wearing tomorrow night, but in black and without the goggles. Still have no idea what I'm doing with my hair, make up or nails but I’m definitely excited to wear my dress and my 5inch Sachi heels. I just hope that I turn a lighter shade of brown/orange soon.
Monday, June 22, 2009
Sunday, June 21, 2009
Monday, June 15, 2009
“There is actually a deeper problem with dad’s advice... For most people, the Y2K was a non-event. Not for dad. The Y2K sent him into a bizarre meltdown, screaming at my mother to go out and buy 20 liters of long-life milk right now. Why milk? Why 20 liters? What great and sudden need would there be for milk? My brother is lactose intolerant. Before or after the stroke of midnight, he’s not going to drink it. Seriously, he can’t shit. It’s been a problem since infancy. He’s been drinking soy for 15 years.”
Sometimes I’m glad I have boring parents.
Monday, June 8, 2009
Thursday, June 4, 2009
Monday, June 1, 2009
Whilst going though one of the many practice exams our psychology teacher has given us, my friend started making odd noises. You know those noises that an old lady makes when she sees a new born child? This girl, might I add, is given death stares in her Literature class because she doesn’t think the relationship between Mr. Knightly and Emma is "the most amazingly romantic relationship of all time." She grabbed my arm and told me to read the question, and while doing so that same odd noise escaped my mouth. It really was the cutest exam question I had ever come across in my life.
At the end of the school day I was sitting at Canterbury station waiting for my train to arrive. Usually when I catch this train I usually have a short encounter with one of my male friends which involves him walking past my train carriage and me running to the door to give him a quick hug before the doors crush me. After thinking about the weekend events that had just passed, and then thinking about the chance of seeing him today, I could feel my heart beating inside my chest at an unusually fast speed. I don't know why I was feeling so anxious but it's got me thinking, how do you really know you like someone? If they ask me that in my psychology exam, I’m sure to fail.