A DAY IN THE LIFE

So I set myself a challenge, because what else is a girl to do at 7pm on a Thursday night exactly? I currently have 15% battery life on my laptop and I'm giving myself the exact time it takes to reach 0% to write something decent, or perhaps half decent... How am I doing so far?

I'm currently eating cold salmon whilst watching 'Murder She Wrote' because, well you know, refer to above statement: what else is a girl to do? I saw an early showing of Will Smith's - or should I say Margot Robbie's - film 'Focus'. I won't prattle on but yeah, totally cemented my girl crush thing (also please check out her asymmetric booties and tell me how fab they are). Then I saw Kim K's platinum new do which I instantly loved and then, as with all things that inspire such hullabaloo, I wavered, just in time I might add - I was one delve under the kitchen sink away from bleaching the whole lot and waving a big fuck off to my long wished for breast grazing length hair. Thoughts on the remaining raven brows anyone?

Then I read that Lily Cole is pregnant and so is Fearne Cotton and she's also leaving BBC radio 1. And then as if my brain couldn't take anymore (please excuse my exaggeration, I'm feeling dramatic tonight) I hear that Zane Lowe is leaving too. Am I sad that they're putting down their respective mics? Nahh! Music will still play. What I am narked about however, is how I came to miss the advertising of their jobs, whilst avidly (obsessively) perusing the job sites? - which is swiftly becoming a day job in itself. The life of a postgraduate swiftly transgresses from parties, stride of prides and late night library sessions, to dazed and confused non-student living, feigning 'passion' in areas as remote as 'sandwich artistry' and quickly garnering a rep as a stalker of sorts on job sites named as reassuringly as 'Monster'. Oh boy!

Until then I'll alternate between reading The Hobbit and 50 Shades of Grey, because quite frankly, I can. I will look at the stack of magazines that I have amassed and ponder how on earth I am to read them all, whilst simultaneously wondering how I haven't come to read them yet. I will laugh at the memory of bubbles spewing out of the dishwasher after an accidental overload of soap powder yesterday and puzzle over when I will in fact become 'an adult' with responsibilities and wrinkles. 

Will I learn Welsh? And more importantly will I embrace the trend of the ugly trousers, the anti-fashion, that are fast becoming the new girlfriend jeans of SS15? Though minus the weird cowboy crotch situation that hung around the nether regions of the few radicals that deemed the GF jeans 'wearable', the new kick flared, crop jeans bring new definition to bad taste. I fancy I'll be wearing them by April 14th...

Though I wrote about faux fur previously, I'm hesitant as to whether  wearing what is essentially baby Cousin Its masquerading as appropriate footwear is a sound fashion choice... One downpour and you might as well have jumped on the f'UGGs (fake uggs FYI) bandwagon.

One new pair of chain detailed loafers and that pretty much sums up the life of a 23 year old girl, or at least my life as a 23 year old girl, and I bet you feel all the more enriched from reading all about it, right? And all by 3%.

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