The Day Before...

...My Microeconomics exam. So what does one do? Why, go to the Continental Market and pretend to be elsewhere! The boyfriend took me to calm me down and treat me to some yummy food. We had German Krakauers (spicy wurst), the most amazing pork pie ever with red onion marmelade and a bacon and leek quiche from the Posh Pork Pie Co, before rounding of our meals with crêpes. Omnomalicious!

Did anyone say pie?

SAUSAAAAAAGE!

Crepe cuties

And today, to keep revision going, Moroccan Mint tea, my Alice in Wonderland mug and strawberries in a crystal bowl, all served on a silver tray. Stress is no excuse for not being fabulous.

Pretensiousness galore!

Tomorrow I'm going to fuck that exam so hard, it won't know what hit it. Other than it having immaculate nails and fierce clothes, obvs.

Procrasticycling

I'm having an exam on Monday. In my nemesis subject: MICROECONOMICS. And it's superimportant, so I can't just procrastinate. But I didn't want to read either, so I did something useful: Recycling. Old magazines. And turned it into a collage on the wall behind my bed. Because I rock, the wall was dull and OH GOD OH GOD EXAM ME NO WANNA. Hence, this happened.

Just a Casual Night Out

So I was sat in my PJs on a Friday night, with no makeup and no plans other than ice cream, when the lovely miss Karin called. Thus, fabulousing up was a necessity! Upon arriving at Fabio's, I couldn't find anyone but sweaty freshers and Rahs queueing for the bar, all looking hideous. I mean, put some effort in. I know you can't do anything about your face, but the tracksuit bottoms don't help  your apperance. Fortunately, I recovered Karin and we awaited the arrival of the gorgeous miss Alexandra. When she finally made her entrance, I discovered to my great delight that she was also full-lenght fab.

Cue: Robodaaaaancing, daaaaahling!





God, I'm fabulous.