A bad idea.

So the party on Saturday was alright. Met a few new people, it was a bit different from usual parties I go to, because I usually know pretty much everyone at house parties. But this was my friend's boyfriend's and the people weren't my '''usual''' kind of people. One girl told me about how she lost her baby at 8 months and it made me realise how heartbreaking that must be. I met JAMES BOND'S NIECE (Timothy Dalton) so naturally, I got pretty excited when I found out she was his uncle. A girl I'd just met needed a condom so I went asking my friend (whose boyfriend's house the party was at) where they were and that had to slip said condom into the girl's bra without her potential lover's ex-girlfriend seeing. On a less happy note, I got really sick and spent most of Sunday's early hours on my bathroom floor vomiting and then approximately 10 hours on the sofa, not daring to move, watching friends. I was so 'fragile' I couldn't go to London with my family to the Tate and Matilda the musical, which I was really pissed off about. I honestly need to learn to handle my drink, I'm ridiculous. (mind you I'm slightly sceptical to the fact that it was only the alcohol that made me that sick)

changing your mind.

What I find really irritating about myself is the way that I change my '''style''' constantly. The clothes that I want to wear are different each week. I guess it depends on what's inspired me in that week. For example, outfits I've seen people blogging or stuff I've seen people wearing out and about, or even depending on my mood. I mean, I say my style changes constantly, that's not exactly true, it's more the clothes I wish I was wearing, rather than the clothes I'm actually wearing. Because a lot of the time I'm not happy with what I'm wearing, and that's the sad part. As great as blogs and whatnot can be, it can be annoying the way in which they sort of knock your self confidence (for me it's with clothes), I see an outfit and I wish for the outfit, or I'll see a pair of shoes. I'll see shoes and outfits that I can't afford to buy. These posts of these gorgeous girls in their gorgeous clothes can make us feel a bit well, crappy, that I can't look as good as they do. I'll end up thinking 'hey, why can't I look that great? these girls are just like me, surely?'. But then at the same time, the first time I buy an outfit, I usually think I look good and I guess that's it. These girls look good, but that's mainly because they aren't wearing my clothes, they aren't wearing clothes I've seen before, they aren't wearing my clothes that I'm sick of seeing! Part of the reason I like these girls' outfits is because I've never seen them before. Just like I find my clothes exciting the first time I wear them, but only the first.

third time lucky?

So I'm now on my third attempt at starting an actual blog.
I shall do it this time!

Just now to think of something interesting to blog about.