July Wish List: 20th Birthday Edition

I turn twenty at the end of this month, so to stop myself from crying about being a ~*~proper grownup~*~ every night/morning at five am, I resorted to stalking the Topshop website to remind myself about the only good thing birthdays bring: presents!  I always have bad luck on my birthdays, so I cling to the hope of presents to make it all feel better.  In addition to all of this, there was a gorgeous army jacket that seems to have sold out within a day... much like the gorgeous vintage Disney backpack I wanted before my stupid iPad didn't send me the notification to say it was ending on eBay.  Waaaah.  Anyway, I leave you with this very, uh, khaki inspired wish list which makes me wish that I didn't throw out the gorgeous camouflage print skinny jeans I got from Zara Kids when I was thirteen.  At least it's a change from the pastel obsession I've being suffering from since January.  Birthday presents appreciated and all that jazz.

I know this is bound to go down as the big one.

I've been dressing quite brightly at the moment, as in wearing clothes that aren't entirely black, which is a big deal for me. I'm not sure if it's because we had a brief spell of summer or if I was subconsciously acting like a Eurovision contestant (side note: how did Russia or Ireland not win, I mean what the fuck, Sweden?). Nonetheless, I figured I'd share some of my outfits over the past two weeks or so with you... there would be more but I haven't exactly left the house much recently.

Topshop: VECTRA shoes, Jamie jeans, denim shirt, skull necklace and biker jacket.  Miss Selfridge: Leopard bralet and studded belt.  Beasley's Hull: canvas satchel.

Topshop: oversized sleeveless shirt, the scarf was from Germany and the glasses were my mother's.

Topshop: oversized ombre peace tank top, skull crop top.  Vintage Levi's: high waisted shorts

Topshop: crop top, pastel skull necklace, tan belt.

Topshop: oversized skull tank top, canvas bag, jewellery.

What we have learn from this, other than knowing I wear a lot of Topshop is that I seem to have a skull fetish because there is one in every single outfit.

I wooooon't give up the fight for yoooou.

I'm not sure where this strange love of Jason Donovan came from but I'm not complaining. I have an essay which I haven't started in on the 28th and an exam I haven't finished revising for on the 29th, so life is going greaaaaaat. It's kinda hard to motivate myself into writing an essay when I know I only need a 55 to come out with a 2:1 in that module, and my other assignments in that class have been 63 and 68. Bleeeeeh, the Restoration is super interesting and everything but I don't really like writing about it all that much. Also, I'm ill, as usual. But this is the first time in a while actually. I don't know what I expected, as soon as it looks like summer my body breaks down and runs away and, as my Facebook feed has informed me, it definitely feels like summer right now. But nope, when I want to be revising in a park with an icepop I'm stuck shivering in bed with copious amounts of nose gunk, ringing ears and a bipolar temperature. Oh, and season two of Gossip Girl which I'm still rewatching. Jenny was badass.

My boyfriend is playing some zombie game on Skype right now so I'm using that as an excuse not to study whilst I write this blog. My original intentions for which were not to complain about my university life but to write about a list of things I'm looking forward to when I finally finish next week. I move back home sometime in July, so I'm planning on making the most of living in a place 'bursting with character and individuality' (but then again, this is Hull so that probably means people with mental health issues and screaming Polish people). Last summer I saw an ice cream cart with the Grim Reaper painted on the front, so I really want to get something from there. I also want to buy a fishing net and go the park and show the little children how it's done. There's also my plan of getting a Cosmopolitan from every cocktail bar I see and scoring them all because, well, I like them. So really I don't have that much planned to last me a month and a half, but whatever, I need something to hold on to before I implode.

Now, in the immortal words of my queen:

You know you love me
xoxo
Gossip Girl

(which reminds me, I'm running away to York to have a day with the gay best friend, the one that's not a lesbian, at some point-- he is the real Gossip Girl)

Topshop Wishlist

Since I started my second year of uni, I've gone a bit over the top when it comes to shopping. I don't know if it's something to do with me having my own house (or more importantly, a whole new wardrobe to fill) but something in me just snapped this year and I want to cry a little bit when I think about how much I've spent. Nonetheless, I've been resisting these horrible urges recently and saving my money to do something more worthwhile this summer than dressing nicely. But just because I'm not buying clothes, doesn't mean I can't still indulge myself in the Topshop website, and seen as I won't be wearing these clothes (who am I kidding? I'll probably buy at least three of them) I want to showcase them somewhere in my life. Forgive my horrible attempt at making one of these, it's my first time.

(L-R: Slit Back Chiffon Shirt £36, Blue Acid Wash Backpack £34, VECTRA4 Canvas Studded Slippers £28, Peace Buckle Skinny Belt £12, Petite Lurex Skater Dress £38, Petite Curve Hem Tank £10)

Also these babies which I forgot to put in even though they were what inspired me to make the list in the first place. I told you I'm bad at this.

AMELIE Studded Zip Side Boots £80

Who needs food, right?

My one true love, television.

As a university student, I am fond of television for two reasons. The first reason is because I'm a film student and I've tricked myself into thinking it classes as studying, but the main reason is because I have absolutely no self discipline and think that revising for ten minutes equals forty minutes of TV. And as much as I love this glorious medium, every year at this time the gods of television laugh at me from above whilst they choose to have the season finales of everything I love within one week of each other. It's as if they are conspiring against me, actually wanting me to revise for my exams or something. Pffft. So, in bitter retaliation and an attempt to procrastinate even further, I give you an account of my week dealing with tearing apart of my heart away after every episode I watch.

Desperate Housewives: I'll begin with this not only because it was the first show I watched this week, but because it wasn't just a season finale but a series finale. These never treat me well and I still don't think I'll ever get over what Lost did to me. But nonetheless, I persevered for two hours knowing that I'd either be very happy or very angry (either way, I knew I'd be a blubbering mess). As this is a spoiler free zone, I won't say why or when I cried, but I did. A lot. I will say though, that in usual series finale fashion, the ending was the tackiest thing I have possibly ever witnessed on television. Good lord.

Tear-o-meter: 7/10

Once Upon A Time: Because this was the first season and I only really got into watching it at all a couple of weeks ago, I wasn't expecting to be very emotionally affected by this one, and I wasn't. It was painstakingly cliché and so, so rushed. They either needed it to be longer than forty minutes or shouldn't have resolved as much. Seriously, with a series long build up I expected to actually witness the solution the first time around without having to rewind it thinking "... wait, did I just miss what I thought I did?" They made it perfectly obvious there will be a second season though, although the cliffhanger wasn't particularly good enough to make me scream at the screen that it couldn't do that to me, which happens more often than not. Still, I got involved with a lot of the characters in this and was really happy how things turned out for them.

What-did-I-just-watch-o-meter: 5/10

Gossip Girl: Now that is what I call a season finale. Don't judge me on watching this okay, I'm obsessed. As much as I hate the word 'ship', my love of Chuck and Blair is the closest thing that could ever be classified as such a thing. It's only been three days and I miss it so much that I've started watching the first season again when I was only planning to watch the pilot. I'm very interested to see how the next season plays out, since I've heard it's only going to be a small one and they left so many loose ends. Well, to my taste, anyway. My only problem is that they are insistent with this Ivy/Lola storyline, so I hope the last season doesn't focus on them too much, I only really care about how things turn out for the original few and I'd love for them to bring Jenny back.

Holy-fuck-yes-yes-this-is-so-good-o-meter: 8/10

How I Met Your Mother: My love for this show came out of nowhere, especially when I usually hate the sitcom format. My beliefs of the sitcom have been kinda reconfirmed with this past season though and I think I've only enjoyed like two episodes. Even with the last episode being longer than usual, I still don't think they did the earlier seasons any justice. I JUST WANT TO KNOW WHO THE MOTHER IS OKAY? That bit with Ted was just horrible, because we know she's not the mother. Also, I'm all for a bit of foreshadowing but that revealing the bride bit was ridiculous, the conversation with Barney not even two minutes before made it obvious who the bride was going to be even before the camera pan. Pretty much a waste of a season, if you ask me.

I-could-write-better-shit-than-this-o-meter: 7/10

Welp, I guess I have a couple more weeks of excruciating emptiness until True Blood and Pretty Little Liars return to me. Unless I oblige by the annual tradition of re-watching Digimon. No television, no Netflix and no social life... it's hard to be me.