It's grey and raining outside. My face is covered in gigantic pimples. I ate brownies for lunch and felt socially awkward/inferior . Now it's pouring and I have to venture out to buy something for my awful skin and food for this week. And my housemate owes me 36£.

I then read this postsecret and felt more lonely because I can't imagine anyone feeling like that about me.

And I really need a shower/bath.

And it's pouring even more. Ughhhhhhhhh.

I've Been Waiting for a Guy to Come and Take me by the Hand

This song too often describes my most troubling nights out. The kind that end with me feeling like I'm going to be single forever. Though this song also represents my award winning jaunt in student journalism, so it's also a positive part of my soul. Really though, that review was included in a best of UK Student Journalism guide. WIN WIN WIN.

Happy One Year Anniversary England

Exactly a year ago today I arrived on these shores. Here's to (hopefully) another year. (Though of course it's a year and nine months if you include my blissful days in Oxxxfford).

The prettiest song ever....

that I've dedicated to all my crushes (at least those since 2007). Fact, I fell in love with this song on the plane to England for my Oxford time.

Another fact, I saw My Morning Jacket open for Doves in Rochester way before they were big. I'm so hipsta!

Saddest Song Ever!!!

Tears. Their true love is so apparent in the video! (both Lancelot and Guinevere and Franco Nero and Vanessa Redgrave obvs).

best photo of myself ever

Best (worst) morning ever

My morning started off with disaster after disaster.

A rundown:

1) Woke up at 645 (set my alarm for 710) and within two minutes started worrying about a document that I thought was on my bedstand. Couldn't find it. I must have thrown it away. Disaster.

2) The lid broke on my new semi-expensive facepowder and about 1/3 of it spilled on my carpet. Left it there for me to clean up tonight. It also got all over my other makeup products and my makeup brushes so when I put the powder on my face it coated my face a lovely orange hue and I had to start over.

3) I was then in a hurry to get to the tube and jumped on without really checking it was the Bank branch of the Northern Line. I realized I was on the Charing Cross branch two stops after my last opportunity to transfer. I was on the tube through about 6 stations without realizing I got on the wrong lane. I then had to transfer twice and get on the most crowded Northern Line train I've ever been on. Like, unbelievably crowded. Like, no ability to move crowded.

Since then things have been pretty calm. I pray they remain so. Oh how I pray.

Thanks to Kate Nash for writing another theme song for me

I know mah girl Mercedes (who's now livin' it up in the amazing nation of Scotland!) blogged this song a while ago and the album has been on my spotify, but I didn't listen to the whole of Kate Nash's newish album. Well today I felt inspired to listen to the last track and I felt so connected to it that I bought it on itunes.

I could post some lyrics but then I'd feel too creepy. Great.Song.