Holla.
So, my brother left our house at 8am on boxing day, following a ‘brief’ argument (if it can even be called that). I shan’t go into the details, but I will say that I can see both sides of the argument, but one of them is clearly in the wrong, and I’m pissed off with that person, because not only have they ruined my Christmas, but left a nasty atmosphere in its trail. This, combined with finding out that a person that I was lead to believe didn’t exist, turned out to be real and subsequently closing a chapter in my life that maybe I didn’t want to close (hoho, being vague ftw) left me seriously bummed. Seperately, neither of these things would have affected me much, but when they’re combined it’s just like… woosh. Instant bummage. Take that as you will. BUH! I’m over both things now, though.
My EMA had finally came through so I decided to cheer myself up with a little bit of January sales shopping. I didn’t have a huge amount of monies, but the plan was to go out and buy myself something decent to wear for New Years. That, however, didn’t exactly go to plan. D: Somehow, I’d forgotten that I despise clothes shopping and got more and more frustrated when I couldn’t find something I liked so… I gave up, lulz. D: I did, however, come home with a few things though. My mum treated me to a really pretty cross necklace, and an umbrella with the most gorgeous victorian pattern on it. It’s seriously so good that I can’t wait for it to rain. ….Well maybe not. But maybe I’ll do a photoshoot with it at some point in the future, IT’S THAT PRETTY. I got it as a replacement to my other ones, which I managed to either lose, or have mould grow on. 
Which, I should point out is not a representation of my hygiene. I also bought myself some new trousers, and a waistcoat (pictured left, and I’m also very sorry internet that you are being subjected to my obese hips.. but I was in the process of getting changed. I’m also hastened to add, that apparently my posture looks odd and that my tits are too big, but in actuality I think that the top is just a bit too big at the top and so it puffs out slightly.) as I’ve wanted one for ages. Sadly though… I don’t have a top to put underneath it, lulz. So… I’m going to be a tramp on New Years.
 
However, my biggest bargain, which I’m seriously chuffed with is the L.A.M.B boxset I treated myself to. Normally on my birthday and at xmas my mum buys me a perfume of my choice, but as money was tight this year she wasn’t able to buy me any, but if I look around and find one I like, she’ll buy me some in the new year, and despite what people may think about Gwen Stefani (I personally haven’t been a huge fan of her since she went solo), her perfume smells gorgeous. When I was out with Emma before Christmas, I had seen this L.A.M.B boxset for sale in Boots for £30, and when I was in there in the Jan sales they were selling it for £15, so my mum went halves with me, meaning it only cost £7.50 *_________* And in there you get ‘L’ shower gel, ‘L’ body lotion and 70ml of ‘L’ perfume. If you break it down further, it means that each item in the boxset costs £5. If I were to buy the perfume on its own, it would have cost me £23, and if I bought my usual Vivienne Westwood, it would have been £33. So I’m SO happy with what a bargain I’ve got. Hohohoho.
 Tonight I have been watching Rush Hour 3 (which is just as good as the first 2, IMO) and Hot Fuzz (which is also winful. I think I have a crush on Simon Pegg) and plenty of Mock the Week, because I love Frankie Boyle like fat kids love cake. Combined, this has put me in a really good mood. 
Now I need to go to bed and tomorrow actually do some work. D:
♥: Excited, for some odd reason.
♪: Schwarz Stein – Emergence of Silence
I like how you get all cheery AFTER you’ve spoke to me. Yes, Hot Fuzz is awesome, but as I’ve said I’m not so sure about RH3. Dunno why, it just doesn’t feel quite right, and there isn’t as much hilarious fighting and WTFing as in the first two.
I went clothes shopping yesterday. Bought three t-shirts. One of them says “Thirst Aid Kit” with a mug of beer underneath. I find this ironic, as my doctor has instructed me not to drink, or it will have a peculiar effect. I can vouch for this from experience. It makes my knees wobble and i fall over even more.
Also, I didn’t say your tits were too big. I was trying to give some explanation for the weird puffy outness of the waistcoat, which as you pointed out is probably because its too big at the top. I WAS TRYING TO CHEER YOU UP DAMMIT. Coz you were in a “My hips are fat” mood.
So. *hugs*?
This is a long comment. I feel like I’ve written a blog post.
(H)
You’ve gotta remember though, the first Rush Hour was made 9 years ago, Jackie Chan ain’t getting younger, obviously he’s not going to be able to do the stunts and stuff he was able to do nearly a decade ago. I still maintain it’s a worthy triqual, Chris Tucker to Jackie Chan is like Donkey is to Shrek, they’ve got a winning combination, and there was a few gems in there. George, the French-American “super-spy”, for one.
Nice. Though I have to ask, if the doctor says don’t drink, why, my dear boy, did you drink?!
When I took another look at the photo I realised what you meant. That’s not my boob sticking out there, it’s just where it’s A) bigger at the top, B) falling a little off my shoulder.
And my hips are fat. It’s not a mood, it’s a stement.
*hugs*
I expect moar comments in future.
But… but… i dont care. I want hilarious fight scenes.
And this was from BEFORE the doc told me not to drink. I haven’t drunk since, partially because he told me not to, and partially because I’ve had enough of falling down the stairs, without making it worse.
Why do you expect more comments? Do I get comments? No. Do you even check my blog? Probably not.
I know what I shall do. I’m gonna call you Gemma on it every now and then. Just to see if you’re reading. (H)
You don’t update your blog anymore, it’s all about the tumbl now, which I do read. So HA.