Made my way back from Irish’s house not too long ago, and the route on the bus is exactly the same as the one we drove when i was moving, and i have to say that i’d choose a car in London over the bus any day.

im ridiculously happy i’ve moved. yes ill miss marylebone, but no i wont miss living in a freaking dungeon. my flat now is much smaller, but it reminds me of the flat me and my father shared in Dublin. clean and new! even smells the same in the hallway.. weird much?

but seriously, bigger fridge, nice microwave, big bathroom which is clean and doesn’t stay moist for hours on end, and a fold away bed for storage and more space! yes it’s smaller but it’s only me living there.. i’m not that big! although i think i need a step ladder for the closet and kitchen.. im wee midgety aren’t i?

getting up ridiculously early tomorrow to drive to Ikea and get the last bits, then returning the car in marble arch… damn it gonna have to get public transport again.. not excited. love having a car.. feels so FREE!

just walked to the store and saw this lamborghini for the second time around. only this time it was parked just round the corner from my flat.

took a second and pretended it was mine and that i had the keys in my bag. but then i got my keys out and remember they were only to my flat..

a girl can always dream

figured i’d do a little stereotypical collage of the states. but this is just the way it is..

big christmas trees, dad’s big car, and an incredulous amount of christmas lights on houses. loves it.

2012 McLaren MP4-12C… i think it’s beautiful.. now if only i had 250,000 dollars!

as i was sweating while helping matt move his things yesterday on the tube, i was thinking about how different my life could be.

two years ago i was driving around in a car that was 2 years old. my parents paid for the gas, the insurance, and everything that came along with owning a car. i went to a private school. i wore new clothes and went shopping at least once a week. i didn’t have a care in the world.

today i’m still going to be attending a private school. my parents still help pay for rent and food. however so many things in between have changed.

i traded that car for public transport. i traded shopping for a flat in central london. i traded that chanel purse for a 12 year old one. i wear clothes from last season, and i barely ever have the money left over to go shopping.

now the question i asked myself is, which one was better? the material life or the city life? would i prefer to have anything i desire or do i want to pay out of my ass to live in a small flat?

the answer is i don’t care anymore. the material things, yes i still want them. i’d be a fool to say i didn’t. yes i want a car. i want a chanel bag. i want to be fed with a silver spoon.

now, in no way am i saying i’m not spoiled. because i am. simple as. but the difference is that today, i appreciate it. i know the value of money. and i know how much my parents are helping me, and i hope they know how thankful i am.

the quality of life is so much more important to me than the quality of my next pair of shoes. i’d rather be happy in a place i love than unhappy surrounded by money.

what would you choose?

going to regent’s park now. too see my uni, walk through the park, and then go to camden for lunch.

then probably getting the tube to london bridge, walk to tower bridge and see things there. then maybe south kensington with simon to look at cars..? we’ll see!

have a good day

simon got really antsy about just staying in all day yesterday so after dinner we got ready and went out for a quick drink..

little did we know what our night would end up being so much more.

we walked to the high street and went to the marylebone. they had a deal on cocktails, two for one, so i made simon have drinks with me hehe. let me tell you he did not enjoy drinking a watermelon cosmopolitan! (although it was gorgeous) we also tried the pear julip (no bueno), elderflower margarita, and lychee chili! drunk? yes.

then instead of being sensible and going home i somehow convinced simon that going out, just the two of us, was an amazing idea!

so there we were, walking down the high street to oxford street, swigging a bacardi breezer. we must have been quite the sight.

got to strawberry moons and decided to go for the jugs. danced around, acted like idiots, chatted with some americans, then headed home.

for some reason simon decided to be my ‘pimp’, so i sat in corners on oxford street, in heels a dress and a chanel bag, begging for money. i’ve never laughed so hard in my life. thinking about it today, people must have thought i was ridiculous, which i am. then we tried to convince a bike taxi to take us back to mine for 5 pounds.
‘how much is it to marylebone?’
’15′
’5′
’10′
’5′
‘no can do, 10 is the lowest i’m going’
‘never mind then’

and that happened about three different times.

then simon caught sight of the barclays bikes. yep, you guessed it. he decided to take me for a ‘ride’, which more or less included me trying to hold on for my dear life whilst simon tired to stay up right.  we fell, and fell, and fell. then finally i said no more, i’m walking the rest of the way.

so just as we turned off regent’s street a BMV drives up and tried to get my attention, simon blew the guy a kiss. now apparently the guy didn’t like gays, so he got out the car and spat in my face? yeah OOOOOOKAY THEN. it all went downhill from there. 4 dirty sand people against me and simon, seems fair.. not. so another couple walking past decided to help out. and looking back on it now, it would have been soo funny to watch. guys beating up the idiots who started it, one girl trying to claw people’s eyes, and yet another girl hitting the guys with her purse.

called the cops, had their license plate number, waited, waited, waited… then finally the police came and guess who got a ride home in a cop car? me.

not because i’d done anything wrong, simply cause simon asked ‘sooo uhh,.. mind giving us a lift home?’

what a night.

saw this car the other day when we were out and about walking.. it’s a köningsegg owned by the Qatar royal family.. yep the ones that just bought Harrods for 1.5 billion pounds.

apparently simon said he saw it in france a couple of weeks ago as well.. showing off or just traveling?

really nice cars we saw today.

although i think i’d go for a slightly more discrete look..