Songs of the moment

"24 inches from ground will do, just make sure you lock the doors."

"I don't want to go to work today I 'd rather stay home and play video games. I wanna chill. But I gotta get up"



I think this song is genius! The orchestration, Scott's earthly warm vocals, everything pleases the ears.

Live the dream

and Get P's

Hey guys!
So sorry I haven't blogged in a while, just been a bit busy (lazy).

Left alot of work last minute and stayed up for two days straight. During the process of this catching-up managed to miss a lecture and seminar to get all the work done.

So much disorganization, and first semester has only just begun!

Feeling ashamed (hangs head).

Not going through that stress again!! No sir! Thought my heart was literally going to have a case of spontaneous combustion over the amount of work. For some reason it didn't seem like alot in one's mind, but when it came to writing the essay....wasn't a smooth process. Lesson RE-learnt: don't be a procrastinating sloth. Procrastinating sloths don't make monies and riches.

So yup, busy trying to reach deadlines, get those monies, and diamonds!

Mo' money, mo' problems.

and generally been keeping myself busy, just trying to living the dream.


But honestly, there's some provocative (ish) blog posts on the way, just figuring how best to articulate them without sound like a six year old, the mental age those essays sounded.

Sigh :)

"Misses Potts! Look at us!"

One of the best endings of ALL time. Epic. EPIC I tell you.

"You came back?
"Of course I came back"
Why is Gaston so mean?! Asshole.





Yup, Disney movies allow one to escape reality, or at least avoid reading for seminars.

Photography

Revolutionary, Rank, Rude Fast Booty

Just got back in. Took the lovely commuter national rail with all the middle-aged folk who successfully compete in the rat race.

Today I felt.....Revolutionary. Rank. Rude.

Revolutionary. Like I successfully accomplished making the first ever chocolate-cake-human-baby hybrid. I ate so much chocolate cake that I actually look pregnant.

Rank. So tired with terrible eye bags. Or I was “rocking the cracked-out face” (for want of my overused phrase). I haven’t worn make-up in ages. I gotta take me (and the laptop) somewhere fancy, darn it! I want to dress up and wear heels!

Rude. Yet I honestly don’t mean to be, I just turn my phone off because I’m avoiding calls from that same girl who is still stalking me (click here<-- to recap that episode). Seriously still the same girl. Don’t you just have those days where you don’t want to talk to anyone? When you just want some mental space to think about nothing? Yes sometimes I like non-communication, I don’t quite know how that will work out for me when I’ve got a husband and kids, but we’ll cross that bridge when we get there. To make myself feel a bit better, I decided to look at things I can’t afford. Go figure....

Burberry Prorsum, £550

Very much day-dreaming over these booties, for at least 3 weeks now. Since Amber Rose was seen trotting about (with her sick body) in NYC.




And, I'm loving Mark Fast for two reasons:

He is curving out a wonderful signature look.
Much in the way Herve Leger did with silk bondage. Fast’s designs have wonderful potential to also become a red carpet staple. His dresses are definitely are eye-catching enough, whilst retaining a degree of wear-ability. At least for an award show. You won’t catch these dresses strutting down your local supermarket aisle.



Secondly, he is using plus-size models! Dressing them in clothes that aren’t basically tents! I love it!!



Makes me want to immediately take a scissors to some old dresses. Or at least start knitting*



*For 3 minutes

Twitter

Part Deux

I have a twitter again:

twitter.com/MissYellow88

The name was given to me by a dear friend who has a long running joke that I wear yellow alot. I agreed.


Current Listening:

Me and Mariah, Go back like babies with pacifiers. Oh Dirt Dog no liar. Keep your fantasy hot like fire"

How to be a Hip hop star 101.

Rule #3 Everything in excess.

Everything has to be bigger, from female booty, to cars, jewllery and even cake.

Because nobody, nobody (not even Cher) outdoes a rapper. Case in point: