Oh fashion, where cans't thou lead me?

I am currently undergoing a fash-drought, if I could call it that, at the minute.

I think it is as a result of being thrown into the deep end of corporate Britain; I am working as a pharmacy intern at Boots for the whole summer, which means I am dressed in drab clothing pretty much twenty four seven.

If you know me, (Which, let's be honest, seeing as we're all bezzies over hurr, you undoubtedly do) you will know that wearing black, and black, and... oh, BLACK all day everyday is not something this homo sapien is all too comfortable doing.

But.... Ohhhh welllllzzzt ehh?

The money however, is good for my frivolous spending though. And by frivolous, you KNOW I mean buying things for dirt cheap right? I bought some purple high waisted shorts and a tartan shirt for 50p. Haaaaaaaaa! 

LOL.  I shall show you some pictures soon!

Anyways, since I've been put on fash-expulsion by the government THEMSELVES, I shall flood this space with music.

Soooo, here goes my loverrliess! 

Sara Bareilles - Love on The Rocks

Enjoy!!!

If you have any fashion obsessions you would like to let a sistuh in on, do drop by!!

I am in need!

Bisous!

Nerdy Boys: Right up my alley. 

Geek swag for the whole world.


Goofy personality: Oh heck yes.


You fit into that category, find me. Thank you.

Autumn, is it? ...

At this precise moment, it is 53days, 13 hours and 16 minutes till Christmas! *insert loudest screams of the loudest wavelength and at a frequency made for only whale's ears*

I really cannot explain to you why December (Well. My Christmas starts from October actually. Sue me. I'm just an excited human, okay?) unleashes my inner kid or inner weird, depending on what manner of person you are. Apart from the fact that it symbolises the time of Jesus's birth, and I'm a Jesus person, which automatically validates my excited, over-exaggerated love showing during this time of the year. YEEESSSS! 

Sidebar: Am I the only one that is wondering how the hell... I mean, heck, we're in December already? It was January like, only yesterday. Hellllllp!*

But yeah. Hello everybody out there. Christmas is coming!! Which means watching Home Alone whilst home, alone (my wit astounds even me, you know!), Love Actually wholly in anticipation of the 'All I want for Christmas' song at the end, This Christmas (I cried the first time I watched that. Why, I cannot tell you) and inhaling cheesy Christmas music. Literally. Cheesy Christmas songs are just heart warming. As is mulled wine, after a hefty Christmas dinner. Oh cheese strings, I cannot wait! 

    What would make Christmas so exciting this year would be my dreams of a White Christmas actually occurring. Last year, it was white, except the white was from two days ago. So the'white' was really, murky browny white...  The year before that, it was a white Boxing Day. Dear God, please let it snow this Christmas when I'm inside and warm in my daddy's wellie thermal socks... and *insert other warm items*.

Whilst looking warm is a priority during winter/Christmas, dressing like a Christmas tree is highly important. At least for me it is. Looking like a Christmas tree is always a good look, for starters. Prancing about in colourful clothing is a definite. Overload of jewellery, yes. And by God, layering is ultimate. Seeing as I am somewhat averse to keeping my coat on, or wearing it, for that matter....

Anyhoozies... Here goes. The Christmas look... Inspired by the cast of Annie, Esmeralda from The Hunchback of Notre Dame, Vintagey wagey clothing (as always), Christmas trees, and Flower power... I'm sure there are other things, but my memory fails me now... Ohhh Ohhh... and the granny look a la Prada 2010 fall/winter something something...

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  ...Because everybody loves Annie.

...Love love love love loooove the jewellery pile on. Smantastically wonderful!

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Okay. Um. So byyyyye! Happy new month!!!! I month till Christmasssss!!!!

"...For unto us a child is born, unto us a Son is given. And the government shall be upon his shoulder: and his name shall be called Wonderful, Counsellor, The mighty God, The everlasting Father, The Prince of Peace." Isaiah 9:6 

Tooooodles!
xoxo

Umm... Yeah.

Found this on some... Well, this website, and it made me "chock" as my dear twin (You know, the one I keep telling you, whoever reads this, to check her blog? Well her) has succeeded in making the simple, mundane word "chuckle" into something the youth of today like MY cool self can 'be down with'. *shrugs*

I know i'm a geek. No need for the re-iteration, gracias.

Anyhow. I guess the photograph says it all. Except for the fact that it says 'A ice tea'. Adds to the humour, I presume... Or whatever. Feel free to laugh (or not, if you cannot appreciate such comic genuis *makes face*)

Okay. Goodbye. Till later.
Or tomorrow.
Or... something.

xoxo!

A little somethin' for the something readers...

I shall get into today's post ever so swiftly, because, unlike previous posts, this topic has festered in my mind since my friends have been badgering me about it. So here goes...

Sidebar: HOWEVER, do expect little random facts/whatever-runs-through-my-mind at that precise moment chit-chat...Blame my DNA for being kooky...SORRY!


...That wasn't "swift" at all, was it? *shakes head*

Well, Buenos tardes blogville, hope all is well. I'm sure you're fine.

This is truely 'somethin', me writing 'something'  (loool...*geek face*) as opposed to any randomness that comes to mind at the precise moment that a computer is in close vicinity.

My sister-friends are the main cause of this something i'm attempting to write, since one of them constantly reminds me that this blog makes no sense, to which I refer her to the NAME of the blog. Its not called 'quirkyANYTHING' for no reason... and then she tells me how random and unbelievably abnormal I am. *Watch me get you when uni begins for calling me abnormal*


So, to dispel any notions of my 'supposed' abnormality, i've decided to write something substantial. And the only thing I can think to write about is the essence and importance of friendship and friendliness...

I love people. I'm one of those in-your-face-wanting-to-make-you-feel-at-ease-by-talking-too-much persons. And the talking too much is mostly in apprehension of the 'awkward silence' moment. Sorry if you ever have to/have witnessed such erratic behaviour on my part. Its the DNA thing again *confused face*. Some people find that unnecessary and well, downright annoying, and the others, wellllll....those are my beautiful friends whom I love and cherish! 

 Obviously, they're all not normal. Even though they like to claim 'normality'. EVEN, the friend-who-shall-not-be-named who calls me weird at every chance she gets *makes face at her*. Actually make that all of you who call me weird, weirdos! 

...SO friends. What makes them so essential in our lives? Why is it that, we search all our lives for those perfect fit of people to understand us and accept us, warts and all? 

*Sidebar: I've just downloaded the new Safari browser. And it looks hella hella hot! Makes me think my cheap-ass laptop is a nice silver MacBook *smiles*  #dontjudgeme

... Even when they piss you off sooooo much you wonder why you're friends with them in the first place, or they take your things and never return them, or they put words in your mouth, or *insert numerous complaints*.... We still long for their companionship and advice and all the other nice things they do. Lets face it. We need these slightly odd people in our lives, despite it all. Granted, we have families who love us and want the best for us and love us and still annoy the heck out of us, but they HAVE to love us. Which is the ultimate distinguishing factor between friends and family. The magical aspect of their loving us is their not having to love us; yet they do. Warts and all. If your friends are anything like mine, that is! *Shout out to all my lovers!* 


So... a few reasons why I can't be a lone ranger /love my friendies...

• These people love me even when I don't love myself...undoubtedly 'cliche', but so very true...

• They overlook the annoying/stupid/bad things in me and embrace the good parts.

• They DO NOT judge me... But encourage me to be the better version of myself.

• They dream my dream along with me...And encourage my dream to become a reality

• They are REAL. No lies, no fakery, no additional nonsense. Just normal, imperfect people who make the time for normal *ahem* imperfect me without expecting perfection.

• They are all individually different, but similarly A.M.A.Z.I.N.G in their own kooky ways.

• They buy me nice GIFTs! *essential* lol.

• Common goal: they all build me up and encourage my faith in God...

• They expect that when they come round, food ensues....*But all that changes next year, unfortunately..Ahem Bambi, no leaving your pots in my house as an incentive*

• ...They are aware  that I expect immense gratitude/feet kisses for making them seem like the world's best friends in cyber world! *Bart Simpson laugh*

...I'm guessing that was enough 'somethings' for awhile? Yeah. Methinks so, definitely.

So. Without further ado, I must take my leave.

Gracias, toodles, peace and spaghetti hoops!

xoxo

sooo...

...I joined the twitter band 'bad' - wagon.... Because i'm jobless and bored and have nothing to do.


And, as you've probably figured,  yours truly likes writing a whole ton of rubbish.

(Marchesa post to come soon, btw... this aint it)

SOoooo, follow ze twitt-uh... www.twitter.com/seyibabes ... Please and thank you!

I'm gonna go now.
Bye!
xoxo

revision break...

Hello again.
i've managed to get myself to the library and pretend to be getting work done. At least a few bits and bobs seem to be going in...

hmmmmm. :D

anyways, I tried again to change the template. to NO AVAIL!!!
am i never going to be able to change it to something nice and weirdly funky?

this pains me deeply!!!!!!

anyways, enough of the diatribe for now.
back to revising the digestive system.... "oh how I love thee, darling oesophagus". :S

toodles!
God loves youuuu!
xoxo