You go Boy

Here's another really good video from the It Gets Better Project. I love progressive people who are still deeply religious, thus showing the two do not necessarily conflict. And while I do not fit into any of the LBGTQ categories, I still find these videos really inspiring. Especially during weeks like this where I'm having an all round rough time. :(

best.political.opponent.eva

this one on the other hand...

everytime she raps, a small part of my soul dies.

I hate to say it, but worst person in the world's x factor performance last night was pretty good. Not that I watched the show last night. I was too busy drinking way too much. Feeling it today waaahhhh.

annnnddd it just started downpouring. Oh England!

Money Money Moooonnnaaayyyy

I've found it impossible to save money in this country. Part of that problem is that I'm currently earning a sad sad small amount (you gotta start somewhere!). Also part of that problem is big expenses that keep hitting me.

Such as:

-My flights to Dublin to fly home.

- My very very expensive flights to Belfast for Christmas (soooo much better than being alone for Christmas!).

- My exorbitantly expensive monthly travel card for the tube.

Ughhhhhh. And my skin has been SO bad that it's made me feel supa ugly so today I splurged on some clinique blemish makeup...praying that it restores mah beauty. I'm trying to write this off in my mind bc it cost exactly as much as work owes me for various purchases. But then (because I'm completely crazy) I keep thinking that work will not pay me back (which they always have and why wouldn't they?!).

In a few hours I'm meeting up with the lovely Mercedes. Who I haven't seen since I was sixteen! Whhhhhhaaaat! Then tonight I'm going to my friend's birthday party. Luckily my face shouldn't look like an ugly teenage. But by the end of the weekend I'm going to be a poor puppy.

I'm just so lucky I have a few months to sort my life/skin out before my student loans kick in. But starting next paycheck, I'm going to live like a pauper.

uhhh

I really want to see this. Tiny Furniture. It seems like a film that will really speak to my disgruntled, confused, bitter and ridiculous post grad mind. Plz have a London release!

Tiny Furniture Trailer from Lena Dunham on Vimeo.

Annnddd the girl who made it is 24. BITTER!

MAN.FRIENDS.

I have (as per usual) nothing to do this evening. So I've decided to briefly discuss my job. Not specific details about them as individuals, because I don't want to get embroiled in some public scandal after my bosses find out about this WILDLY successful blog, but an overview of what it's like to be the only girl in the office.

Things I have learned by being the only girl/ only American in my office:

1. I've had to get used to not being praised or thanked for doing ridiculous tasks. I used to think this was because I suck at my job, but now I tell myself it's because they're English. Though I still do have moments (ie today after my coworkers new computer malfunctioned for the 100000000th time) where I just want to scream out I went to three REALLY GOOD UNI's. Just to remind them that I'm not an idiot, despite the fact I can't accomplish things involving computers. I also want to tell our tech people that, perhaps throw in, when I was at Oxford, to let them know I'm not an idiot. I tried that kind of today (without fully reverting to the Oxford line), but the tech support guy just thought I was crazy.
2. Men like to complain. Mostly about the temperature.
3. They also like to talk about food a lot. This is great for me because food is one of my number one pastimes.
4. The men like to call me beaut, which helps me get through my day, though they refer to most women as this.
5. The banter in an all male (Plus me!) office is fantastic. Some days I hurt from laughing.
6. There will always be a sport even for them to get into. I thought they would be lost after the world cup. They've moved on.
7. They also don't notice my varying emotions. Or (perhaps more likely) they do and choose to ignore my varying mood changes.
8. There also is a lot of fantastic singing in my office. Mostly made up tunes of varying levels of offensiveness. Loves it.

xoxoxoxoxox my man friends.