My baaad

Oh my dear blog! How I have neglected you for almost...6 months?! Quite frankly, it's pretty low of myself, and I expect that the 2 or 3 people who actually bothered to read this have left to more exciting bits of writing from more dedicated bloggers. Or just people who are better at writing than me.

Ironically, I do have an excuse for my inexcusable neglect towards my blog. I am officially a University Student! Hurrah! But, wait, I hear you shout - surely that means all I'm doing is getting drunk and throwing up down my shared bathroom facilities? (which, by the way, I do NOT recommend, fight to the death for an en suite, truuust me).

And yes, the first part is true (the latter I have managed to avoid, so far, something I can't say for quite a few people I have met), but moving to University, whatever your views about it, is kinda hard. I'm not saying it's harder than getting a job, being a soldier, or being a single-mum, but for someone who's lived with their parents and had dinner on the table almost every night (oh poor little rich girl!), being alone and suddenly responsible for yourself can hit you in the stomach just as hard as that tenth vodka shot.

Saying that, I am enjoying Uni, and am studying towards a degree in Journalism - which, before you instantly sneer at the profession - is a pretty heavy degree. Okay, so it's not Medicine or Engineering, but I still have to learn ridiculous things like shorthand (just seriously, what the hell, it's a bunch of squiggles), and am lucky enough to get units in Law, History and soon next year Global Issues and Government. So no, unfortunately I don't get to spend my degree reading magazines or laughing at The Sun.

Therefore, as of now, this blog will have developed from Fashion to more of a complete selection of  my bullshitting - or, as I like to call it, my Memoirs. Yes, like Memoirs of a Geisha, only less dramatic, thought-provoking, and good.

Hope you carry on reading me, I am quite interesting I promise!

x

PS I will change my blog title don't worry, I have established that it no longer makes any sense.

The Future: A Slice of Reality

I haven't posted in ages, my apologies.

I guess I've been, well, busy with some rather over dramatised issues lately.

And I want to come back with a BANG, a decent blog post that either sends you to tears, laughter or gives you a new found view on life as you know it (I think quite a lot people need to gain a bit of perspective tobehonest).

But, as I fail to reach the levels of Shakespeare, Stephen Fry or Michael McIntyre, I guess I'm going to have to settle for mediocre/normal/average/yeahokshush.

Basically my final year in 6th Form/Secondary school is coming to close, and as many others are, I'm applying to University - to do journalism if you don't know. And yesterday, I finally made my firm decision - no going back eek! - to study at the University of Portsmouth.

I went back there for a whopping second time yesterday, and basically looked around the town and found out more about my course. My ultimate favourite part was the sea front - the way you can just stare out at it, forgetting all your worries and problems (not that many of us actually have dire issues, but you know).

It was daunting to think that I had potentially made a choice that was going to change the rest of my life - the place itself, the people I meet, the experiences I get. And I think in that moment, I well, I realised just how lucky I was, you know? To have all these exciting opportunities in front of me, the world at my feet.

It made me think how so many others never get the chance to go to University, or experience something that hopefully I will. It was a hard knock of reality upon my somewhat sheltered mind - well, not as sheltered as some people - but it reminded me that the future is going to happen - it will arrive, you will have to face it and that's life; so much of what is happening now is never going to matter in months or years down the line.

I guess what I'm trying to say is - face the future, face reality and take responsibility. University, for me - right now - is my future and a stepping stone towards adulthood.

Eventually, we all grow up.

Goodbye naivety, hello world - get used to it.


x

The Script - Science and Faith Tour

I apologise for the major lack of blogging lately!

To make it up to you, here's what I did yesterday - I saw The Script live in London, Wembley Arena.

They were amazing, and I definitely would recommend you to GET YOUR SEXY BUTT TO THEIR CONCERT NOW.

I WAS THERE!

"You can break everything down to chemicals, but you can't escape a love like ours" <3


Stunning evening.


P.S I'll write a proper post soon I promise!

x

Facebook Future?

Saw this in a magazine today and found it pretty charming.

Gotta love tacos right?

I mean, unlike others - cough Cheryl Cole/Paris Hilton/Every other famous person - he doesn't go flaunting his billions.

He looks, well, normal? Which I think is pretty great for the youngest ever billionaire. In fact, I watched The Social Network the other day, and it was odd having an insight into how Facebook was created. Of course, this was a film, and therefore not something that should be mistaken for reality - but even so, it really showed how clever Mark Zuckerberg is, and just how much people want a piece of something when it's worth money.

It got me thinking about Facebook itself - is it just a fad? Like Bebo, Myspace etc - will it's popularity just fade away until something else comes along? It's odd to think that it could go, and it's strange to think that we will look back at it with snort of laughter, "did we really use that??". Or could we look at it with nostalgia?

Because, even if Facebook does end, it's definitely defined this generation in someway. 

The future freaks me out a little.

x

Leona Lewis New Look

First off, apologises for the disappearance of my post yesterday - there was a bit of a personal dilemma (ooh that sounds dramatic. Like something from a soap opera).

Today, however, I'm going to stay clear from anything of the such. Life should be calm right? (if only). And so, what better idea to get further away from my world by going into the celebrity world (could I have a one-way ticket please?).

In particular, I thought I'd talk about Leona Lewis's new look. It's pretty drastic - but not in a "OMG-Pete-Burns" kinda way, but rather in a way that some people would love and praise, or others would be disappointed.

Lewis unveiling her new look - got a bitta Gaga-chick going on here?

Thing is, we all know Leona as a "average" girl from Hackney, who wowed us with her voice, won X Factor and since then, has done pretty darn good in the charts. She was given a "good-girl" image, with her quiet personality and reserved sex-appeal - well, if you compare her to stars like Gaga, Rihanna and Britney.

But hey, it's Hollywood right? And so, Leona's image could only get her so far - sooner or later she would have to opt for a more edgy, sexy and seductive appearance. Which is what she's done. Some people say that this is fine - all celebrities do this one time or another, especially with such major competition out there in the music charts.

However, Leona has caused some controversy as people are seeing this as a way of Leona changing herself in order to be successful  (c'mon who doesn't?), and that this is something that has been pushed upon her in order to sexualise her image, and essentially sell more music. It's true to say that she looks very different - sleek, straight hair rather from her natural curly mane, a slimmer face, a slimmer body, and much more quirky and seductive clothing.

Is this an example of the pressure in the music industry? A way of conforming to the generic rules of fame? Or, is it just an inevitable - or even, just Leona trying out something new? Don't deny it, we've all tried looks that don't quite suit us (flared jeans, ponchos, leggings, LEOTARDS).

Personally, I think it's a mixture of both - Leona trying to improve/publicise her image, but also trying something new for herself. (oh the joy of an obvious ending, eh?)

What do you think?


x

Mission -Impossible?-

Let's be honest.

My blog isn't exactly something that is reaching thousands of readers, and if you look this way >>>> I have a massive SEVEN followers.

This isn't good guys.

Unfortunately - just my luck - one of my friends also has a blog, and to my absolute joy, he as a stupid amount of people following him, "Oh LOOK, I just got a 5 billionth follower Nicola, look!". Honestly. (Can I also express that his blog is about geography and not some of sort of out-of-this-world blog that accurately predicts when the zombie Apocalypse will arrive and the truth about Amelia Earhart). Now, don't get me wrong, I'm not a jealous-green-eyed-monster, I'm just, well, yeah.

This friend of mine asked me if I would like my blog to posted on his and thus I could get more recognition - sorry to disappoint guys, but I have a bit a of pride. The idea of hearing this, "Yeah, look, your blog has done well all because of meeeeee" is not my idea of success. And so, like a stubborn old hag, I've decided to do by myself.

Smart or Stupid? It's a fine line.

And a bit of a fib. When I say "By Myself", I also mean a bit of help from you guys. If you do like reading my ramblings pleasepleaseplease tell other people. And follow me! Of course I'm going to be doing some of my own work - not 100% sure how yet, I have some ideas - but spreading my blog as fast as an STI would be FAB. And I'd love you forever of course.

C'mon, I have to beat this guy - and I'll let you share the triumph.

Wish me luck!

x
P.S the failure of this is gonna be so humiliating.

Everything is dull.

Oh apologises dear blog for the longgg delay. 

I think it's because this time of the year is just so dull and thus there is nothing to write about. The entertainment in my life has resulted to being ridiculously excited by Glee every monday evening- I like Glee ok! I'M SORRY - and singing along to the weirdly enjoyable confused.com advert. Oh, and there's tea of course. And fashion.

Fashion - you'd think I could write about this; for a start it's in my BLOG TITLE. But I think fashion reflects what's going on in the world at the moment, and if I'm honest, that's not much.

I did go shopping yesterday however, and spotted a lotttttt of Chanel inspired looks for this season - blue striped t-shirts, sailor styled jackets. Fashion at the moment has been very basic. It's all about thin tees, hoodies and the occasional floral skirt; very mix n matched, throw it all on and "I-just-gotta-outta-bed-and-look-how-sexy-I-am-even-though-I'm-only-wearing-a-tank-top-and-cargo-pants". And I'm notgnnalie, I actually love this look - it's easy and doesn't require toommuucchheffoort.


Moving off topic as per usual, another thing that has been bothering me lately is well, PEOPLE. To be more precise, people that COMPLAIN. People really should sit back and assess their lives. Is it really that bad? Yeah yeaah, we all have bad days, and sometimes life does really feel ridiculous. But hey if you have a cold could you stop TELLING me about it? (This includes pointless facebook updates - my newsfeed looks like the memoirs of someone suffering from a terminal illness. How cheery for me). We should relax more, be a bit more casual, and actually be grateful for what we have - we're luckier than most.

To quote Gaga - "Don't be a drag, just be a Queen". She knows her stuff.

x

In Loving Memory

I would like to dedicate this post to my dog who passed away on Saturday, who I've had since I was only seven years old. Even though she was just a dog, she was still one my greatest ever friends.

So here goes.

Rest in Peace Miss Sophie "Piggy" Webb.

Sophie Webb - 9th June 1999 - 29th January 2011

"We'll meet again,
Don't where, don't know when,
But I know we'll meet again
Some sunny day...."


Thank you for being part of my childhood - dogs really are a man's best friend.


x

I wanna go to the Gloden Globes only cause of the clothes...

"Ohmygod. You are never gonna believe this!"
"Whaa?"
"I just got a special invite to the Gloden Globes! As part of the press of course - I'm doing a full features article AND I'm sitting next to....Brad and Angelina!"
"What, really?! THAT'S SO COOL!"
"Well, obviously".

Ok, no this didn't really happen. Obviously. Sorry to disappoint.

We all know what the Golden Globes is about. Not to celebrate acting talent - only a little. That's just an excuse to hold an event in which rich beautiful people get to dine with other rich beautiful people, and let us judge their clothing. It's also a way of saying, "HEY HOLLYWOOD IS IN CONTROL OF EVERYTHING - WHAT WE SHOW YOU IS HOW THE WORLD SHOULD BE (AND WE TELL YOU WHAT TO BELIEVE)". *lies*

I quite enjoy the clothes part - shocking, I know. Watching stars walk down the red carpet in Chanel, Versace and other designers which no-one knows how to pronounce (and pretend to know). Here's a selection of my faves:

And here's the people that maybe should have gone home and changed?

 x

Chill out dude?

I swear this time of the year -alltimesoftheyear- is full of rushing. And deadlines. And miserableness. And some more rushing.

Society - well, western society - is just so fast-paced? People barely even greet each other anymore - and thats if you're good friends. Strangers/acquaintances are the worst. Actually, the London underground is has to be the top most miserable place ever. People just bash past you, stick their noses in a newspaper and after your initial triumphant of getting a place on the train, you realise that your nose is stuck in someones armpit.

I want one as a pet please?

Spring isn't too far away. Fashion magazines are already launching the new ranges, which, ntgnnalie, I'm pretty excited about. Keep an eye out for a post on that in the near future.

But anyway, yeah, I saw this quote on facebook and though I'd share it. Chill out like a panda:

"I love pandas.They're like "Dude, racism is stupid. I'm Black, White, and Asian. And everyone loves me. Cause I'm a panda. So stop the hate and start the love, man."

Peace out?

x

Sing away those winter blues...

This song never fails to remind me of summer/put a smile on face/make me wish I could play the guitar:




"With only two
Just me and you
Not so many things we got to do
Or places we got to be
We'll sit beneath the mango tree now..."

Gotta love it.

x

P.S We're better together.

Fast Forward to Summer please?

January.

Definitely one of the most miserable months - in fact, I think Monday was supposed to be the most depressing day of the year. Of course, this was supposedly proven by some professors at whatever-university, but was later discovered to be a big pile of poo. Well, scientifically speaking anyway.

I personally believe it's pretty accurate. Christmas is over - thus we have no money, we weigh more, and we're back to work. Summer seems like a billion years away, and the weather is cold, wet, windy and dark. Lovely jubbly.

I also have exams during this month, and my delightful schedule of 18th birthday parties have drawn to a bitter halt. I now have to spend friday night's revising for a subject that I'll never remember next year. Great.

So, for us bored, self-pitying souls, who are fed up of the weather, work and life, here are some clips my friends have shown me that might cheer you up:



And also, be glad your teeth don't look like this: *dials dentist*




x

What's that? Revise? *snore*

Exams.


Horrible things. Created to "measure" someone's intelligence, knowledge and mental ability.


(really? Do they rreaalllllyyyyy? No, seeing as we more-a-less memorise a textbook, regurgitate the information in the test, and then forget all about it a month later. I haven't done maths for two years. Can I do algebra? Graphs? Percentages? Nope - yet I passed my exams).


The exams themselves are usually not that awful - unless you tried to cram in all the content the night before and thus feel like running out the exam room.
It's just the REVISION. It's not that bad if it's a subject you like or enjoy. But when it's something you're doing for the sake of getting the grades, that's when it becomes mind-numbing dull and suicidal.


I know I shouldn't be complaining - I'm lucky to have a good education, and the opportunity to go to Uni. So, in light of this rather positive outlook on boredom, I've come up with some revision tips (just to keep you sane and stop you from going on Facebook. Well, ok, I'm not a magician, but y'know):


- Wear comfy clothes. This sounds stupid I know, but revising in a pair of soft pjs and slippers is much nicer than a pair of jeans.
- Drink tea/coffee/hot chocolate/coke/juice. I know this isn't healthy. But it'll help you plough through at revision book a heck of a lot easier.
- Try revising with friends. "Always better when we're together....." - Jack Johnson is correct - revising in a group can actually be kinda, erm, FUN? (and plus, after an hour, you can all turn the tv on and chat. Nice)
- EAT. Yes yes, snacking is bad blah. But hey, if that packet of Pringles gets you a A grade surely that's ok? (if you really are a health freak, eat an orangeeeeee, yeah?)
- And finally - HAVE A BREAK. Cramming information all night is just gonna make your head explode. Take a break every hour - maybe check facebook, watch a  bit of tv, read etc. Socialise too - still go out with friends now and again, and have fun. Get the balance right, or you'll go mad.


Hope these tips help - they haven't been proven in any way, just some things I thought that could give you some motivation. The grades should make it worth it in the end.


(better go back to revising then - psychology if you're wondering, and currently it's all about "gender" and the evolutionary theory i.e. the reproductive success and mating. Brilliant...)


x

Good Old Fashioned Love...

So, Valentine's Day is coming up soon - which is completely and utterly fabulous for all you lucky people who have partners - a candle light dinner, romance and loooovvvvvveeeeeeeee.

But.

For many of us it's like having the word "SINGLE" plastered on our forehead for the whole world to see. It's pretty depressing, and most of us end up spending it with a tub of Ben and Jerry's ice cream and sobbing in front of Titanic - or worse, a stereotypical rom-com which usually results with us shouting at the tv in rage "THAT DOESN'T HAPPEN IN REAL LIFE")

(If you are one of those lucky ladies, and are wondering what to wear, this January is very much rock-meets-royal styling. Dresses with structured fitting, thick belts and bold gold prints will look great, and is very in season - as are velvets and metallic shades. On the contary, you could dress down in a boyfriend-style appearance in a parka, denim and over sized jumpers).


I've been to a couple of 18th parties recently, both of which were themed - 60s and 80s. And, besides the crazy clothes, this made me think - what will the next generations think of our era? It'll probably consist of a muddle of club anthems, constantly changing fashion, Facebook and IPhones. Our era is lacking that good ol' fashion love that all the others had - we have no distinct fashion or even music - it changes so fast.

Not that this is a bad thing, since vintage is greaatt. I miss that too - old fashioned love letters hand written, jube boxes and the blues.

Now let's finish this post with those three words we love the most:






LETS GET DRUNK.


x

P.S Glee has just come back on here in England - so excited, and I've also got tickets to see them live. WHO SAID LIFE IS BAD?