That was such a Shoshana sentence.
Anyways, this week I have been really considering getting my septum pierced, much to the dismay of every single person I have told this to. I went into two piercing places over the weekend and asked about prices and after care and things and am 80% decided in favour of it, except I have a perpetual sniffly cold and am worried about it getting really gunky and gross? Then I see photos like this and momentarily don't care if I'll have boogers hanging from a piece of metal attached to my nose:
Obvs this Givenchy look is what I'm hoping for.
My cereal does not have that sweet milky after cereal taste. This is not a good end to the week.
Some good things did happen though! I bought new shoes, the moon was full and magical, I spent lots of time with my mum who was visiting from Manila and cooked me loads of yummy food.
Selena you should know better.
It occurred to me recently that I don't check fashion blogs at all anymore, which is something I would do almost daily in Melbourne and I think it's because there is so much diversity in real life style constantly in my view here in London. I have lived in many places but this is definitely the one I am learning the most from and appreciating the best in terms of clothes and noticing how people dress themselves. From the time I arrived here three months ago I can tell that I'm feeling much more liberated and happy to try different things. In Melbourne I felt like an absolute dick for wearing my plaid golf pants and if I ever did, they would have to go with a neat black top and simple shoes. It may be my own fault for allowing other people's perceptions of me to affect me like that but I feel much more comfortable wearing whatever I want to wear now and that is something which I'm really thankful for and has maybe even helped me to feel more confident over all.
2013 you're fucking cute!