Every day for about three weeks (well, like every few days) I've seen a BLACK CROW. It is a bad omen. I am haunted. I first spotted the crow in hyde park and then it followed me to liverpool and the past few days it has been hanging about my house and in the park. It gives me the heebie jeebies. I just don't like it. Need this and maybe a syringe.

I would like one of these

trying to read my palm via internet

My logic is apparently nil and my cunning is massive, which obviously means I'm an irrational psycho who does unreasonable things and manipulates everyone into thinking this is okay. OH GREAT. Also I have no lifeline, which consequently made it very difficult to find the love section of my palm.

In more cheerful news:

Its so funny I've just seen this on gap teeth tumblr, cos this morning me and my brother were talking about how we are gonna walk around for a day with an eye patch on and see people's reactions. They did something like it on Dr. Phil.

By the lookathings, this is what I will need to be taking to be taking to be taking to Paaaaaaaris!

Sigh

Sorting out my computer and found a little pile of pictures from last summer an a little bit of the start of this year. Lovely people and summer and life. This is my gal Sasha before she went off inter-railing (is that one word? you can just stick a hyphen anywhere these days can't you). We stayed up all night watching Coffee and Cigarettes being painfully cool and edgy as her flight was silly o'clock in the morning. Anyway she nearly missed the flight! She had to be escorted through security, massive har har. Look how totally groovechic she looks about to set off.

This is Sasha's cat, Plod. He's chilled. 

How insanely groovy is Becky's hat! And we were never short of snacks! All night munch munch ooer. It was heavy, but worth it. For the rest of us, anyway.

Another Becky. Medusa. Did it so well. 

Becky's window. Seemed a really arty picture to take at the time. Totally deep. That jar is SUN IN A JAR, by the by. Yeah I know. Biggest waste of money in the whole of the world, but she loves it. What can I say, it's the sun in a jar. The sun is like one of the only things that is free for everyone. Biggest con ever. 

Leeds market. Dunno if she knows I was stalking her with my phone. She does now teeheehee uh. 

Again, thought this was really arty and deep at the time. Maybe it would be if it wasn't a phone camera (or maybe it would still be crap then). 

This is my foxy mama! With the ultimate fashion accessory: Bag for life. 

She's 50 today. Cutie babes. 

SPEAKING OF CUTE! 

 I got that picture from my sista's blog Acid Wallpaper. This is us being cute - me on the left obviously, style icon 1995/6/? Already at it with the neckscarves I see. Yeahhhh. 

 This is her now! This was her 21st dress. Was "thrifted" (charity shop) then "tailored" (taken in).

This is from when we went to London at the end of my first year. She looked lavleh. 

This is me mate Gaby. An then me, by me mate Gaby. Then me I think again by me mate Gaby. Then me mate Gaby's room, it's SOOO COOL!!

 

I bought these sunnies from blue rinse, and I loved them to death! And then I took them to Berlin because I thought they would make everyone fall in love with me and I was showing off in them on the train FROM the airport (the first day), and I snapped them! Oh my god I wanted to cry. But we laughed (but I was really crying). 

Cute life. 

Well I don't wanna break up the meeting or nothin', but she's somethin' of a cunt, ain't she Doc?

kate jackson of the long blondes

All little girls, when they watch Snow White or Cinderella or whatever, want to dress like a princess, with a dress made of floaty glorious wonderfulness and a little tiara to make the ugly sisters jealous. That's basically everyone's first style wannabe. I remember really wanting Ariel's waist and Jasmine's earrings. It's just a given! Then as you get older you look to the more realistic people to creep on and swoon over and stalk in NME (uh). I was in love with Kate Jackson! What a beaut! She's so "Ye an what" and I'm thinking 'Once and Never Again' was out around 2006 so I was 15 and yeah that sounds about right, about the right age you can actually actively accurately copycat somebody's style. I had a whole rainbow set of neck scarves, and I remember a particularly fetching black polka dot one which I bought in Miss Selfridge on a trip to London and thought I was so sexy. CallmeKate motherbitch. I went to see them in Liverpool and got a little band button badge that they force on people so then I was automatically cool by association. One thing that particularly stands out about her, and I still think of it now, is that I used to be major crushin' on this boy and he was quite stylish and all that, and he used to say he loved the way she wore a cardigan and it was obvious she wasn't wearing a bra. I love that look! A little granny cardigan and braless. So sexy! There aren't any braless pictures I could find (I'm probably on a list somewhere that makes sure I can't see too many pictures of her) but that top one is close enough to get it. They disbanded a while ago because the guitarist had a stroke (really sad) but maybe we'll see her soon.

Post-its. Who doesn't love that fluro niceness. When my sister was in school her giddy pals covered her car in them, I'll find a picture!

loving is so short

forgetting is so long

I'm going to Paris next week! How very so much really exciting. We are going as a full Falcon family ensemble for Lady Falc's birthday. Going shopping in Manchester tomorrow to get her a spectacular present, and I am desperate for some sandals that'll be comfortable enough to walk all the live long day in. I have this dress that Alexa is looking smokin' in up there, and those shoes are terrif, but I am terrified of the ankle strap and the way they often make my legs look like bowling skittles (that's fat and white).

ooooooooh hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii

Well I haven't been able to gather enough time molecules to blog in a while because of exams and subsequent quarter life crisis. Revision is weird. It's like, your brain is working so so so hard but at the end of the day it feels as though you haven't done a n y t h i n k. (I hope that's not just me.) Revision is also expensive... I've eaten out on campus like every day for a month! I mean we're talking a coupla of squids wortha uncooked pasta boxes and a sneaky snack a fucking jack (yeah baby) but it still 'adds up' (hate that term). And the people behind the library counter can be so snotty! I forgot my card like once jeez louise. 


I miss the library. It sociable! Like school when people are just guaranteed to be in the common room, seeing the same people every day and getting giddy as kippers over exam technique is quite sweet in retrospect. 


So I worked solidly for a while and then it came to the exam and I was super calm and composed and ON it, then I had a fucking PANIC ATTACK!! So sly on my life!! Sucks to be me sometimes. And I couldn't do it! I wrote an essay plan, sound. Started the essay, not so sound. Chose another question, sound. Started a plan for that, not so sound. An I did that for an hour, it was just so horrible. I was adamant I had ruined my whole life and was going to drop out of uni or at least repeat the year and why did I need a degree anyway and I obviously can't do English I should just move home and let my mummy look after me. And so it goes. I went home and faced the tough love from my parents. They weren't having any of it! There were tears all over the show. But I sorted my life out, after much psychoanalysing of myself, and was back in Leeds in a couple of days and carried on with the revision. Which was really difficult. Woe woe woe. Anyway, I did the next exam and it was loads better and now even though I know I'll be back for resits in summer, it's not the end of the world to fail one exam. I got through two years of uni doing well and keeping on top of shit, so to have a mad freak out is normal r i i i i i g h t? 

ANYway! Not gonna ramble about that any more. It is very boring. This blog is very boring! I need some panache. Panache...