I LOVE GERMS

I know that's a weird title, but I couldn't think of anything so that's what's written on the mug of tea I just finished.

Ahoy mateys, I have got a right treat in store for you guys today; so batten down the hatches and lash your socks to your ankles for I have a fairly lee-heeengthy photoset coming up right after this note from our coordinator (flashes dazzly tele-sales smile).

Basically my friend and I went into lovely, lovely Nottingham (so lovely I put it twice) yesterday to go shopping. We've finished our exams, and get frightfully bored sitting round watching people play Skyrim, noblest of games (heh, super). Essentially we just thought, "well, we've shit-all to do, we went food shopping yesterday, let's go fun shopping today!" And so we did. Now I'm not saying money can buy you fun, but money can almost certainly buy you fun. Or it can at least make sure that you don't go into a swoon when you make the very sensible, executive decision to buy a pair of jeans in Topshop a size down from the pair you got a mere two months previously at £36 a pop.
AVAST! ye slobberin' sea dogs, behold the swag!

£20 Boots voucher spent. Wearing the purple one now, looks neat.

Fancy-dress dress for tomorrow, sexy Zebras or what.

New skinnies :) Topshop £36 (luv u student discount)

Monsoon shorts, £10.50 in the sale!!!!!!1212!!1!!!"!1!

These bad boys set me back about £60 in total. Sheesh, bitchez be trippin', I got cash to burn clearly. Not that I would burn it, that would be most unwise.
Anyway, as my friend pointed out on our little ramble about Lenton Rec this afternoon, it was such a serene shopping experience. We both got really lovely stuff (she hit Monsoon in a big way, summer dress and little black skirt? yes plz. And that holey top, holy holey Topshop top.), and when we tried on stuff that looked shit, or didn't fit right, it was just funny. Rather than emotionally devastating as shopping can sometimes be.

And we put in the bitchingest meal ever at lunch time, slow cooked pork with leeks, celery, sweet potato, pepper, onion, mushroom and carrot. Has there ever been a more veg filled pot bubbling merrily away in that kitchen? I sincerely doubt it. I am looking forward to tucking into that SO BLOODY MUCH. I can't even convey my excitement to you to be perfectly frank.

Aight, gonna hit up ma vlog, which you can catch here and then settle into a book I think, I haven't read for a fair while really! Shameful I know.
Also here's my twitter. I sometimes post things that are bare hilars.

And I just remembered. Please bear in mind that the way I talk on my blog isn't necessarily how I would type or talk in a conversation. I'm being funny because it's bare hilars.

It's the witching hour!

It isn't, it's actually 18:49, but there's a song called Twilight playing in the background (there's literally nothing on so I've ended up on 4music) so I figured I could legit put that as a title. I already updated today but whatcha gon' do? I have new things to say and a picture. :)

I've had a really gorgey day, up at the wholly unholy (heh heh) hour of 08:30 and went to Junction 32 (shopping "village") in Castleford and bought the crockery I posted a picture of earlier, I'm still really pleased with those! Got back and had lunch and then my friend was all like "LET'S GO FOR COFFEE RIGHT NOW IN WAKEFIELD" I'm all "yeah sure" because I sure do love coffee and natter, and she can help me out with that. Seems that loads of people I know were in town today, but we only bumped into one friend. We plobbled across to Trinity Walk and I bought some SHOES, oh my gosh they're super. They were only £8.99! I was looking for brogues, but these are more me I reckon.

They've got a little heel and are a tiny bit walking-bootish but they're oh-so comfy and only EIGHT NINETY-NINE. You can't do much better than that really, can you? They're perfect.

Three coffees and several hours later and I'm on my way home on the bus, got overcharged again (silly ARRIVA). I wish they were consistent, but at least the driver was pleasant and slightly hilarious, as I got on he said "Sorry love, I'm going now you can't get on." I was so confused I stepped off and he just laughed and went "Got you! Classic" and chortled. I passed the house we want to buy, the bus stop is literally about five paces from the door, unlike the half mile from home our closest bus stop is. Of course the weather being the weather I got absolutely drenched and freezing.
Seeing as I've mentioned it and it's kind of a current point of interest, I'll talk about the weather. Apparently hurricane Bawbag is back and wreaking havoc in Scotland, a few people have died and it's pretty bloody vile really. I've been caught out in violent wind and hail twice now. Once on the 10 minute walk from the bus stop to home (my face and chest went the same colour as my lipstick and I got brain-freeze from the combined hail and wind-chill). It's pretty dangerous weather, when me and Momma were on the way home from shopping we almost got hit by a sofa lorry that swerved to try counteract this massive gust of wind that almost toppled it. I made her come off the motorway at the next exit, only 2 exits before the one right next to our house :')

This is a video taken in Edinburgh, it's been shown on the BBC all day, the bin looks like a paper prop the way it's shooting down the street!

Cor blimey!