Feels like I haven’t updated this thing in ages so I’m going to go ahead and fill in the blanks. My life at this present time is SWEET AS A NUT, I am HAPPY AS LARRY and I learnt upgrades are a bit like people - Never settle for a Nokia 3310 when there’s an iPhone 5 waiting for you. The past couple of weeks have been so good to me; Vince Kidd the week before, Azealia banks yesterday who tore the roof off Shepards’ Bush empire performing 212, literally fuck my life I’ve never EVER felt so special. Overall, I’m just in good place at the moment, everything is chill and  going my way thus far. Oh, and Christmas is apparently like 10 weekends away or something like that so everything is getting all festive and it’s just nice and yeah, I’m excited for it and whatever else. But that’s pretty much it, living my life like it’s fucking golden.

It’s been a while since I posted my grill so here is me today, sitting on a chair, tucked up in my pink room putting my thumb up. Hard to believe it’s Thursday already, since it’s been all systems go uni wise. (Which btw, still feels weird saying.) It’s Freshers week and I’ve only gone to 3 out of 7 events, I’m still too awkward for life and won’t drink excessively in front of new people. So I’m pretty much behaving myself and party poopin’ all over the gaff. If anyone doesn’t follow me on Twitter I’ve literally been tweeting away about my new uni and how it’s pretty fucking sick, like Hogwarts sick. The place is MASSIVE. So massive, we have an actual Nandos restaurant ON campus. Like, you can get chicken to go before lectures and eat them in lesson. Amazing. I’m here for walking straight into Nando’s at 9 o’clock in the morning, IDGAF. I met some of my course mates too, I say some but it was actually one and we’re obviously going to be BFFs. Written in the stars etc etc. Monday coming is my first actual proper lecture and it’s safe to say my bowels are moving at an alarming rate, I’m nervy as fuck and yeah that’s pretty much it, I’m too excited for life at the moment. Umm, I’m currently listening to THIS and yeah, happy happy Thursday.

As much as I tried enjoying the weather outside, it’s best if I’m locked away from humanity today for my own sanity. My mood is constantly shifting every hour and I almost punched a child in the head on the bus earlier. So, I’m back in the safety of my own bed getting my Olympics on surrounded by tissue, nasal sprays and lozenges. Lovely.

Monday night ravin’ with the lads, don’t mind if I do. See ya!

Excuse the picture quality, but I have GREEN MOTHERFUCKING HAIR. I’ve wanted Green hair for so long and it’s never quite worked out ‘till now. My mum is going to kill me when she sees it, but it is so worth it. You have no idea how sassy I feel right now, BRB Beyonce anthems are calling my booty. I LOVE Fridays.

Jessie Ware is currently performing at Plan B, Brixton and I’m not there, flat hunting is begining to feel like a chore, waiting for everything to fall into place is becoming long and it’s generally been a shit day. I look forward to whatever tomorrow brings. Hate Wednesdays.

I think this one photo pretty much sums up a weekend filled with food, fronds and good vibes. Life is pretty fucking awesome.

Last night was ridiculous, I had SUCH a good time with friends who I haven’t seen in ages. So much so, I didn’t get in ‘till 6 this morning and by that time people were on their way to work looking at me like the little crackwhore I obviously am not. Too many pints of Cider were consumed which resulted in waking up with the most disgusting migraine known to man, too much dancing also took place which again resulted in waking up with a swollen ankle and a bit of limping to and from the toilet to the kitchen. I’ll live. The rest of today has consisted of my bed, food, water, Channel Orange and Jessie Ware. Couldn’t ask for a better Tuesday tbh.

It was SO hard not to go against everything I believe in and stick my middle finger up at everyone going Wireless today, so I opted a photo of myself looking into infinity. I hope to God the heaven’s open and Jesus rains down hell on all of you. Have a shit time. Bastards. Other than that my Saturday consists of Jessie Ware, restoring some peace and order to my bedroom and eating my weight in Chicken Kievs. Psht, Wireless who?

I’m up, dressed and about to put my face on to meet my mum for tatts and chats. There’s a slight chance I may bitch out, there’s a slight chance I may have a collarbone tattoo by the end of today. Fingers crossed eh? Happy Wednesday.

I’m about 45 minutes away from consuming the nicest roast dinner known to man. Then after the temporary food coma/toilet break, I’m probably going to consume my weight in apple pie and custard. God bless Sundays.

Not quite sure when I became so photogenic but here’s another to add to my ever growing collection.