on wednesday night the girls and i went for a quiet one at the finsbury, a pub in.. you guessed it finsbury park! turns out it was comedy night, so we all giggled and enjoyed the jokes.

gaaaah. exams are over my head is pounding. i should be so much happier and excited than this. instead i just feel like i want a big massive bottle of wine poured into me.

nevermind the fact that i’m already realising what it is i’ve forgotten to pack. baaaaaah.

by the way, i officially hate swedish girls. gatwick airport is like 99% of them, and i’ve forgotten how pretty they all are. self esteem: zero.

im just a bit curious. walked past sophisticats the other day, and realised i’d been in there about a year ago. never realised how close i lived to a strip club, eeek.

however it then got me thinking when i was out the other week as well with the girls who dance on ‘stage’ in clubs.

what’s the different between that sort of girl and a stripper?

they’re both paid to be semi-naked on stage. whether it be stomach legs or cooch is another matter.

i guess it’s cause my moral compass says no way in hell would a respectable girl every take a job like that, cause if you’ve got the want you’ve got the ability to get a job that’s a bit more reputable.

however im curious if im the only one who thinks like this?

i mean money is money if your in dire need, but i’d rather work at mcdonalds, and im sure my father would agree.

i feel like as a women i should know what today is about, but i’ve got no clue whatsoever.

so im guessing i’ll google around a bit and then tell simon when we go to lunch that he’s got to pay, ha!

so simon picked up my iphone 3gs yesterday and he’s been using it, so apparently it works. but i’m not trying to get my hopes up until i’ve sorted it all out..

but if it does i may be the happiest girl in the world, and want to thank the guy who worked 5 days on fixing it…!

Here’s a lesson for every single girl out there: Never, ever settle. You may think you aren’t gorgeous, smart and have too many insecurities too count. But there is going to be someone in the world who truly loves you for you. Don’t ever think that you’ve got to put up with some boy’s shit because he’s the first one in a long time to show some interest. You are all beautiful in your own individual way so never lower your standards.

sat here watching grey’s anatomy waiting for my nails to dry so i can put some makeup on. i always rush and ruin my nails.. no patience for these girly things.

put on a grey color i bought at urban outfitters, suits the fall.

i was reading cosmopolitan magazine when i was at simon’s in july. completely forgot to write about this article but it’s ridiculous how true it is and how many girls like this i’ve known.

basically the article is about women who act a certain way, but much like a dog whistle (only dog’s can hear them) only women see what they’re actually doing.

i can’t really do the article any justice, but if you have the chance pick up the summer edition of cosmo magazine give it a read.

she’s the type of woman who pretends to be ‘one of the guys’ but spends much too many hours getting ready just to sit around and hang out.
she flirts with your boyfriend and friend’s boyfriend just for the attention. thankfully guys are either too stupid or too smart to realize it.
she always plays the ‘women don’t seem to like me’ card with guys.
she pretends to be something she’s not around guys.
she craves male attention. she’ll stab you in the back for it.
she always talks about sex, past sexual experiences, and how much she likes certain sexual positions and whatnot. says things like ‘oh gosh, i forgot to put underwear on today’ and ‘i always sleep naked’.

so sick of meeting girls like this. i really am.

FDW, girl’s that only other girls can hear.

heading over to hanna’s in an hour or so to jump on her and wake her up! going to lay out by the pool and do nothing today  always good to be with my bebe!

then at four it’s the BRAZIL vs. netherlands. whoop whoop! it’s been weird without the football for two days now.. wonder what i’ll do when it’s all over :/