This whole hair shit has brought me to London.. you know... the "gay shit" apparently. Because that doesnt happen anywhere ( Read more... )

This next week will be filled with journal entries of London shit and what I've learned ( Read more... )

Im never going out with a group of hairdressers again.

Fights, glass broken, bag stolen, cops sending someone home, tears.

Of course, none of this happened to me (thank god).

How many times do I end my journal entries with "Im so hungover." ?

I'm so hungover.

I went to the best gig I've been to in years at Scala... and the Gossip was playing. Sold out ( Read more... )

"I want to have Sebastien Tellier on my Ipod ; I want your Mom’s credit card ; I want your dad’s car ; I want to go out with your friends ; I will wear my cutest panties ; I want a hot sex session ; You can look but you can’t touch ( Read more... )

I swear, whenever I DO fall asleep I have the most fucked up dreams ( Read more... )

I just spent the last 2 1/2 hours in the fucking NHS hospital. I hate NHS ( Read more... )

Everybody who is in university and has been studying abroad is leaving or they have already left ( Read more... )

I have a cold. I feel like shit.

I only have a month and a half left. I'm leaving London when the weather is actually beautiful and doesn't make me want to kill myself.

I've pissed off a group of Creative Directors... again. I really need to not go to the bar they all hang out in.

Random pictures from the past few weeks here:
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Today I went to school ( Read more... )