All Things Hated...

So a long, long time ago I wrote about All Things I Love...  Can't remember it?  You can check it out here, it's a bit more upbeat than the sequel.

I've decided to do a follow-up piece about the things I hate.  Because you know, life can be ridiculous sometimes and it just makes me mad.  

Music or Sound That Cuts Out
I can't stand it, whether its the radio going in and out of signal, or in my old house the TV used to get messed up if you were using the hoover.  I really can't cope with sound cutting in and out.  I have to mute whatever it is until it sorts its shit out and decides to work properly.

Stupid Spelling Mistakes
I cannot cope with one more Facebook status that goes along the lines of: *rant rant rant* 'and breath...'

Breath?  Breath?  What the fuck is that?  Breathe you blithering idiot.  Breathe!

Keira Knightley

You're not allowed to have that annoying voice and overact that much.  That's not okay.  Also you can't kiss Orlando Bloom AND Johnny Depp in a movie.  And then leave Johnny to die.  No.  Not okay.  No.  Shut up Keira.

People That Say Sarcasm is The Lowest Form of Wit
It's fucking hilarious.  Shut up.  

Greedy People
Oh you feel you're undervalued and underpaid?  Remind me of that 6 figure salary you get again.  That's absurd.  Let's make the whole country come to a stand-still whilst you protests your little hearts away and have a day off to perk yourselves up.  

You don't see every fucker on minimum wage doing that do you?  No, we're more than deliriously happy with our £6.31 an hour.  You crack on.

The Weird Love Everyone Has For Cheryl Cole
Or as my friend Dan calls her; "Cheryl dull as dishwater has a French surname now".  Okay so she was part of a very successful girl band.  And then she married a footballer.  Oh and then the footballer may or may not have cheated on her.  Oh, okay, because no one else has ever done that before...

Awkward.

People Who Think They're Ridiculously Special
Don't get me wrong, everyone is special in their own way.  But I can't stand people who take something that happens to anyone and everyone and makes it out to be an overly big deal.  The kind of people who won't shut up about it and feel that everyone must pander to them.  Oh its your birthday?  Do you know how many people have one of those a year?  Everyone.  Sit down and shut up.

Clothes Sizes
So what you're saying is, I'm a 14 in that shop, but a 16 in the one next door?  And the 6 shoes are far too tight but the 7s slide right off?  That seems logical.  Excuse me while I wear this bin bag for the rest of my life...

Getting Out of Bed
It's bloody comfy in there.

So those are pretty much my main pet peeves of life.  Better stop there before I even contemplate about things I hate when driving.  Why do people drive 35 on a 50mph road?  What the hell mate?!  Okay, and breathe...

All Things Single...

That would be me then.

After just over a year together, Sam and I have split up and I've kicked him out of the flat.  So what does a girl do in this situation?  She goes away with her favourite girlie.

Last week we packed a bag and headed off to Birmingham to see the Clothes Show Live and shop our hearts out.  And that we did.  After a Megabus up in the morning, we arrived in Brum just as the shops were setting up so we went for a cheeky breakfast at Cafe Rouge.  (I say breakfast, but the price we paid I'm pretty sure we have shares in the company now).  

After that we attacked the Bullring.  For those of you that don't know, the Bullring is an awesome shopping centre in Birmingham.  We attacked the basics; Forever 21, New Look etc.  Before moving on to lingerie; La Senza and Boux Avenue didn't know what hit them.  We must've spent about £200 each over the course of the day.  

That night, we threw on our new clothes and went clubbing; Brummie style!  The picture above is us just before we headed through the door.  We summoned a cab and told him to take us to "where there will be people".  So we headed to Spoons.

In spoons a couple of guys took a shine to us and decided that we would make a foursome.  We weren't happy about this but tottered up the road to the next club which was really busy and had some good drink offers on.  I have no idea what it was called but the music was good and our newly adopted 'friends' bought us drinks which saved waiting at the bar.  

After a couple in there and a trip downstairs to the questionable toilets, we decided to head on.  The next club was desperate to get people inside so I bantered with the promo guy until he offered me a bottle of "champagne" for going in.  (By champagne read: Chateux Shit...)

There weren't many people in there but the music was awesome (Fresh Prince of Bel Air, anyone?)  It was really good just to have a night to ourselves where we could do whatever we wanted.  A cheeky drink and good slutdrop to Jason Derulo can make everyone feel fantastic.

Somewhere around the 4am mark our feet were killing so we tottered into a taxi and back to the hotel where we had a footbath before heading to bed.

The next morning we got ready and headed for some lunch before going to the Clothes Show Live.  I've loved the Clothes Show ever since I went on a school trip when I was about 15.  This time however, I'd bought presale tickets so we were front row!

And by front row, I mean FRONT ROW!

It was amazing! And definitely helped take my mind of things.  I mean, look at all of those topless men!  I can't wait until next year.

After we'd had our fill of the sassy men, we headed back to reality and got a ride home.  I had such an amazing time that I've decided that I belong on the front row now.  Maybe I can convince the Clothes Show to run every month in future...

All Things... Shoes!

Growing up I was never really a girly-girl.  I lived in jeans, hoodies and trainers and my hair was always out of my face.  But after moving to uni and trying to find clothes worthy of nights out, as well as having the luxury of wearing whatever I want to class for the first time in my life, I've developed an obsession for clothes.  Term after term, my loan has melted away into a mound of heels, handbags, dresses, blazers, leggings... and the odd bottle of vodka.

A serious obsession has been developed over these last few years: for shoes.  Gone is the time that I lived in my black and white Chipie trainers until the sole had worn so thin that they couldn't be road worthy and my toe was edging out of a hole at the front.  

Nowadays I'm spoilt for choice between flats, wedges, heels, boots etc. 

I'm taking full advantage of my student discount to build my collection into something Anna Wintour would be proud of.

Here are some highlights of my 'Shoe Closet':

 Galaxy Lace-up Boots

 Lacy Nude Heels

 Pink Bow Heels

 USA Boots

Zebra Print Heels

I'm off out to show off my new heels and admire other girl's.  Now that's the real reason I go clubbing! I will not rest until my shoe collection is as big as Kim Kardashian's!