Londontown!

Wow, where to start!? From the beginning perhaps....
Eurostar took barely 2.5 hours and was rather comfortable. Stupid here just didn't realise that I'm actually going to another country, and not just any country but paranoid Britain. I arrive with about 15 minutes to print my tickets and get on the train, not particularly stressed until I see a check-in queue. I run to a lady to was very nice and let me through, she explained that I have to go to customs and passport check and hurry to the train, I am very late apparently... I'm just happy I remembered to bring my passport!

Got to the house of my cousins Jemma and Michael and Jemma's other half Michael aka Jethro in New Cross, just a little south of London. Very nice house with a little garden even!

Next day Jemma had a massive exam which she was massively stressed over. (Went well though!) I went to do some shopping and look for an open hair salon. Little did I know that all the hairdressing salons require you to take an allergy test before colouring so I was screwed. Not being able to fix my colour I at least got a haircut at Toni & Guy. Not impressed. While waiting for Jemma to finish her exam and Tim to arrive from The Notts I eagerly took to the shops at Covent Garden! Urban Outfitters! Need I say more?! It was great to be there in the morning because it was rather empty so I got to look around without being pushed here and there by ferocious girls pulling and grabbing and tugging all clothes and ready to stomp you to the ground if you get in their way. Shopping is a dangerous activity... and a very pricey one as I have experienced this weekend.

Jemma and I had lunch at a Mexican restaurant apparently named the best cheap-eat in London, Wahaca. I recommend! Not far from Covent Garden...
We went home, caught up with the lovely Mr Smith and went back into town. Tim and I went to see a dance show called Blaze, forgive my language but fucking awesome show! If you have a chance to see it it's well-worth its £30! The lighting effects, music and the humour just made for a really fantastic show, whether you are a dance freak or not. We continued the night at a restaurant in Soho, very popular in the gay community, called (I'll let you know when I remember...) It was a great restaurant with the best cocktails! Apple martini yum, but also, their Caipirinha, usually not a fan but for this I'd give up wine! (Metaphorically speaking, I would never give up wine)

Day after we were up early once again to make the most out of the day! First up was Borough market, lots of nice food most of it ethical and organic. We had lunch at a seafood restaurant which was superb, best smoked salmon I've ever eaten. Yes that good.
Then the shopping began: The massive Top Shop and Urban Outfitters on Oxford Street. Headache. I found a lot of nice things =) But I must say that it's rather scary how much useless stuff exists, all the unnecessary resources that goes into satisfying consumption, unnecessary consumption. I'm a victim, you're a victim, we are all victims of consumption.

Completely exhausted after ravaging through the shops we decided to go for a coffee and in true London style the rain came down heavily on us while we rushed to a Scandinavian café quite nearby. A mocha and cinnamon bun later we were ready to go home, make dinner and bus off to Brockley Jack Theatre to watch a play called Blavatsky's Tower. A really interesting piece with great actors! Worth seeing, the pub is really nice, the price is cheap and the theatre small and intimite, yes it's a bit of a travel from central London but well worth the trip!

On Sunday Jemma and I went to Brighton, did some more shopping (although both me and Jemma admitted to being a little tired of shopping, who'd thought!?) and just strolled through the small cosy streets and boutiques. I got my hair dyed and cut (second time around) and I'm quite satisfied with it now. We had some really good sushi for lunch at Moshi Moshi before we headed to Haysomething something where my aunt Ulla lives. We had a lovely family dinner, which we really have far too seldom, which Jemma stood for. Absolutely delicious! Then it was really just go to bed, get up and get on the train back to Paris.

London is great, many ethical shops and restaurants and people are so nice compared to Paris. As much as I love Paris London is just a little bit more welcoming. Sorry, there are no pics, completely forgot!

A big thank you to Jemma, Michael and Michael, Jess (Jemma's awesome best friend) and to Tim for making this weekend special and packed with fun! ♥

Food, friends and shoes!

FOOD! I'm eating again! I honestly can't believe I made it this far, 4 whole days without food. A bit short for a detox but I still feel great, especially since I can enjoy all the culinary deliciousness of the world again! I'll definitely do this again, for the whole week, I'll try anyway... The most difficult thing was beginning to eat again. I started with smoothies that I took about half an hour to finish and then I had some lovely lentil soup at the even lovelier Jennifer's gorgeous apartment just off Luxembourg garden. 

I met Jennifer yesterday when some of us were going to go to a jazz club. She is in the same class as Elin and they are both au pairs. She is such a lovely girl and we decided to catch up today since she lives so close to where I go to school. Comme d'habitude we sat in the Luxembourg garden before class then I skipped phonetics (bad I know!) and Julia and I went to Jennifer's. Food, drinks and lots of yummy girl talk later we decided to go for a walk to buy some nice wine for... LONDON!!!... and to drop off some cereal. Yes, cereal... And this cereal person just happens to live on The Most Amazing Street in Paris (in the category of shoes naturally...)
I'll let the images speak for themselves...

Rue de Grenelle. Quelle rue!

Christian Louboutin... *suck*

So many fabulous designers with beautiful show shops.

If you have the money, enjoy!

Now I shall begin packing for London to where I head tomorrow for meeting my cousins, my aunt, Tim and for some shopping! Urban outfitters, Top Shop, Oasis, Warehouse.... Here I come!
Have a nice weekend and see you when I return!

DETOX

If you really know me, you know just how much I love food, wine and anything to do with chocolate! Well, prepare to be surprised! I'm doing a detox programme with my german flatmate Mika... This is my intake every day:
Morning: 3 cups of tea and a glass of orange juice
Lunch: 3 cups of tea and a lemon which you suck the juice out of
Dinner: 3 cups of tea and a spoon of honey
In between you drink lots and lots of water and you are also allowed some buttermilk if you are really hungry.

Crazy? Yes, maybe. I thought so to a beginning... But I have not eaten since 17.30 Sunday. That is now over 42 hours and I feel great! It might be hard to believe but I smell more intensely, I feel more intensely, I hear better and I feel better. I feel a tranquility I haven't experienced in a long time. I feel everything in my body and I feel empowered for ignoring some of the vital signals your body gives you. This is of course nothing you should try for a longer period of time, it is only to drive out all the waste in your body. There are special teas we drink according to time of day and day of the programme. One for your kidneys, your skin, your liver etc etc and IT IS NOT TO LOOSE WEIGHT as some people think. By putting your body in starvation mode, which we basically do, you do not loose weight instead I'll probably gain weight when I start eating again, which is on Thursday. If I make it that far.... I admit it really isn't easy. I'm proud of myself though. The last thing I thought I'd be able to do was give up food. I love food! But being able to resist All the temptations, I mean I'm in bloody France, in Paris, the temptations are scattered every two meters!

I miss!

The weird thing is that this pulled me out of my negative thoughts, I can't really explain the feeling but it's like I'm not only cleaning my body, I'm cleaning my pattern of thoughts. I'm not as tired as I've been the last couple of weeks, my skin is improving, I'm happier, my stomach is happier (when it's not screaming for food) and generally I can honestly say that I feel good. Still, I can't wait for Thursday and chocolate! =P

Marché aux fleurs

I went running for the first time in too long! I will not say anything more than I need to continue running, gosh do I need to continue...

Mika, Julia and I went to the flower market in Cité today. It was small but I think the right word to describe it would be cute. Nothing special, but it makes you miss nature a bit. The best thing was the tent with orchids, they had the meat eating one also and a big sign Do Not Touch. First time I'm afraid of a flower! Beauty decieves... Some people (who saw me trying to pick flowers for work in Trosa) might disagree when I say it was the first time I've been afraid of a flower but it's true because usually I'm just afraid what might be living on the flower, not the vegetation in itself! I'm truly pathetic when trying to pick flowers... But I enjoy watching them and receiving them! (spider proofed of course)

Today was the first day I've noticed all the tourists. The season is commencing. And No, I'm no tourist, I live here!... It's rather funny though, confused people trying to read a map, everywhere people are eating crepes or trying to eat snails, I was sure I was going to have a snail hit my face today when an Englishman was attempting to use the clamps. Finally he gave up, drank his pint and used his fingers like a proper Englishman.

Funny thing nearly happened today, Mika and I were sitting at a bench in the Champ-de-mars, a park in front of the Eiffel tower in the 7th arrondissement, you know, all the famous pictures bla bla bla and a man on a bike rides by. So french he says, ooh bonjour, we just looked at him and ignored it but just as I was about to look away, I see that he is heading right towards a street light and unfortunately/fortunately, whichever you want, he managed to steer away just in the last second! It would have been a little bit funny.....

Now, the next few days I might not be myself because Mika has convinced me to do a complete detox which means no food, only tea and I don't know what. Oh deary me!

Tim Tam!

Spring is here and you can really feel the change in atmosphere. More people are flocking the streets and the gardens, especially Jardin du Luxembourg where I've been everyday now since it started becoming warmer. The areas around Pantheon are really nice and we've found some good student cafés that have cheap and good food and coffee! There is especially one at rue Jean Jaques, just next to the Creperie Café on rue Soufflot (leads up to the Pantheon). I love how they have sandwiches which are called Pain suédois, it's polarbröd! haha

The past afternoons/nights have been spent at Starbucks and later Café de la Sorbonne, it's perfect for people watching.

I have to tell you that this day, oh this day... Julia and I were meeting up with Micha in Saint Germain de pres. A girl walks by and she's eating Tim Tams and I couldn't help to make a big loud inhalation like what the f*! out of surprise! The girl turns around noticing that I was staring at her packet of Tim Tams and she smiles, I immediately asks WHERE?! Monoprix, she says with a look of understanding. I go in and there they are. I haven't seen them since I left Australia and I have missed them so! Frog and I sat at the café and he seemed very pleased to re-encounter the delicious treasures, he ordered an irish coffee and we ate Tim Tams precisely the way they should be eaten. Bite of the corners and suck the liquid through it, quickly eat the rest of the Tim Tams while it melts in your mouth. Uh, culinary orgasm. No I'm not exaggerating. Although, I think there are a lot more to Tim Tams then the pure taste of them. They are so filled with memories from a great time and every little bite allows you to relive a moment lost in the past. Ain't that right mate?! (with a really Aussie accent)

Can you believe it?

Proper cappuccino! At Café de la Sorbonne.

This is how much we love them!

Please everyone, hold your thumbs and send me some positive energy the next few days!

Welcome!

Oh hello Spring! Welcome, make yourself at home, feel free to stay for as long as you want! We have missed you terribly!

Today I grabbed my leather jacket knowing that I would be a bit cold like all the other sunny days... I was wrong. And I'm so happy I was wrong! Today has been a wonderful wonderful day! Julia and me met up before school for some serious studying at starbucks... To my surprise it was mostly studying and we got a lot done and I think today's test went really well... We were a little early to class so we decided to sit down and get some sun by the steps of the Pantheon before we begun. After class we went straight to Jardin Luxembourg where we found ourselves a free bench and just turned out faces to the sun. Mika and Madeleine also joined us. This day, oh this day. A picture says more than thousand words so I'll let the pictures speak:

(In front of Pantheon; observe that we are wearing t-shirts!!)

(Helena, me, Julia, Madeleine and Mika (Therese behind the camera), in Jardin Luxembourg)

(Spring flowers!)

(Three very happy girls!)

(This is what happens when I get bored on the metro...)

(This is what happens when both of us get bored...)

I look forward to waking up to another beautiful and WARM day in Paris!

Why is it that we sometimes feel down even though there is no reason for it? I can't help but wonder if we need to cry to feel better sometimes, as if we constantly produce tears that eventually have to come out whether we are sad or not...

Of course there are things I could change for everything to be perfect. I miss my best friend, I miss my mum, I miss Gothenburg and my life there, yesterday a little girl on the bus reminded me of my little sister and despite our battles I miss the little brat... But I know they and it will still be there so logically there is no reason for tears...

I feel very confused about my future. Until this moment I have had everything planned out, I've known what I've wanted to do and I have strived to achieve that. I have no idea what I want and where I'm heading after Paris. Study? England or Sweden or maybe somewhere else? Travel? Asia, Americas or Africa? Go back to Australia? For study or work? The big question. What do I really want to do in my life? Is International relations the right choice for me? I wish I could look into the future and see that I will be ok. Everyone has to make a choice and there is no reason for tears...

Then there is the love-thing... It's a tricky one. Cary told me that love is the reason of life, it's what we constantly search but can we be completely happy without it? Or is there always going to feel like something is missing? I feel like every time I start liking someone I pull away, I find some reason for it not working out. Or I just find someone who's taken or in another country thereby there is automatically another person or an entire ocean separating us... Maybe I just haven't found the right person yet, I'm still young, I have lots of time... Spare me the tears because of love.

So basically, there are no need for tears... Yet, I nearly put a hole in the wall because I've lost a book. (That could have been an expensive lost...) Anger management? Maybe I do have some bottled up issues...

I walked into the kitchen door. It really hurt. So here I am with frozen fish-sticks wrapped up in a towel against my forehead. (It better not leave a big bump!)

Maybe I should just stop trying to see the logical in it and just feel.

I feel better...

I'll do my homework now.

La Regine's and les erasmus

Yesterday me and Madeleine decided to give La Regine's a second chance (where we went for the Alexander McQueen tribute).

I left Julia's to see Jean-Claude for a day of french. We went to the oldest library in Paris, Sainte-Geneviève next to the Pantheon. It's a beautiful library well worth a visit although the inscription took a fair amount of time, as with all french bureaucracy... I came home and Mika managed to convince me to come with her to the pool and swim a bit. It was so nice! It's probably the cheapest way to work out in Paris, aside from running in parcs, a year card is about 30 euros and there are maybe 20 places in Paris to go...

Came home, got ready, went to Pythagore where all the Erasmus students live, picked up two Scottish girls and Joseph before heading to another preparty on another floor, before heading to another preparty in another building, before heading to the club... I'm still not thrilled over the music but I must admit that it is quite good electro-something and we did enjoy dancing to it. There were also a few more there today than last time (shouldn't be so hard to achieve though considering last time there were about 30 people there...).All in all a good night. I'll definitely go back to La Regine's, but I sure as hell won't be buying any of their way overpriced shitty drinks...

Joshua: "Joseph you shouldn't be able to do that" Couldn't agree more haha and this was when is leg was going down...

The ceiling of the club, pretty cool to be honest...

Joseph, Jan, random dude, me and Madeleine

Me, Joseph and two shitty 10 euro drinks

Oh, and yeah, I thought a guy spat on my arm when he walked by which grossed me out but Madeleine kindly notified me of the fact that he didn't spit on me on purpose, he threw up.... Great.

Week resumé

My new-blogger-enthusiasm has gone now. Or maybe it's just been some busy days...

Quick recap of the past week:

Monday

Presentation, Jean-Claude and hang-over.

Tuesday

School, nothing really interesing.

Wednesday

Night at Queen!

Me and Helena went home to la maison à Bezons and made dinner, had chocolate fondant for dessert and after that wine and cheese. Yummy! We also did some homework, the emphasis being some.

This is how you study...

Madeleine and Mika showed up after some time, and finally Julia and Therese also found their way to the suburbs. Rather intoxicated we begun our way to Queen, student bar on Wednesdays, and suddenly we realize that we don't know where it is... Brilliant.

Madeleine had a presentation the day after so she stayed back and could therefore help us with the location. Luckily. Once getting past the very arrogant guards we get in and they are playing the worst music. The DJ could not change song properly, he played bad remixes of songs like Tom Jones sexbomb etc. Just awful. And the people there weren't to exciting either. We had a narcissist 30 yr old man probably with an age crisis up on the podium wiggling his hips back and forth to the fabulous music while looking down at us all with eyes that said "Yeah, I know you want me". Oh sweetie... No. Not much later he was joined by a younger guy with more flexible hips, gogo dancing ll over that podium. Rather entertaining I must admit. However, after trying to keep a creepy 40 yr old man away from my swedish mesdemoiselles for about half an hour and the damn idiot would not get the picture we all just felt like going home. Cary and Anna whom we caught up with at the club stayed behind and apparently the music did improve as did the crowd but by then we were all walking, yes walking, home.

Thursday

After spending a very cosy night three girls in Helena's 140 cm bed Mika and I went up at 7.00 to rush home and get ready for school.

Before class I sat down to study for my contrôle de grammaire later that day. I randomly met Charlotte from my class and Jean-Claude also joined us to provide some extra help. I haven't gotten the test back yet but I feel like I did ok. I also had a phonetics test that day so I was a little tired afterwards, but I still met up with Vincent and told him about my confusion with men at the moment. Long story... I don't think I'll be seeing him much more. The language barrier doesn't really make for interesting convos and I really do not understand his french, even the slow articulate one... Impossible! And frankly, there is someone else who is constantly in the back of my mind.

Friday

The quiet night which turned out not so quiet. I was going to go home after school but Björn convinced me to stay and have dinner out with him, Anton and Heidi, Anton's gf. We went to the Latin quarters but behind the Pantheon (metro 7, Place Monge), I haven't been there before so I was very pleasantly surprised to find so many little restaurants and bars and boutiques and they were all cheap (Paris cheap that is)! We had dinner at this little quite cosy restaurant, three courses and wine for about 17 euros per person incl tips. That is cheap especially seeing that the food was good! We decided to stay in the area but go to another bar, we ended up at Chez Felix, cool bar with good lounge music and good service. Frog, Julia and Therese joined us and we had a really good night.

Now I'm going to have a nap.

Flop Flip

So, the Sunday was a bit of a flop. At least fashion week-wise. We were late for Karl Lagerfeld and we didn't get in to the exhibitions of up and coming designers either. So, flop!

(Outside the tents in the Tuileries)

We left the Tuileries, comforted ourselves with buying a new ring each (I know...), and went to Starbucks. We managed to get the best seats, big couches by the window where we could stare at the people passing and I actually finished two parts of my presentation! After a while Helena joined us and it was a proper nice Sunday afternoon!

Back at Helenas place, her room mate told a rather horrible story about her Saturday night. Apparently she went to a party with a friend, where a guy fell out of the window. From the seventh story. Obviously he didn't make it. So she spent the whole Saturday night and Sunday morning at a police station where they weren't very kind... Terrible story and even though she didn't know the person, or anyone else there for that matter, the experience was, as you can understand, traumatising.

On the way home Madeleine receives a message that Greg and the girls can get us into the Givenchy show, but I'm heading to a friend and she's already home and will in no way make it into town! AAARRRGGGGHHHH!!!! Where is Luck when you need her?

The quiet Sunday night became anything but quiet! Me, Vincent, his cousin and some friends went to Banana café again.
It was "Pimp my banana" night! So the night quickly went into a land of wild dancing, gay gogo dancers, actually lots of handsome gay men, lots of alcohol (too much) and lots and lots of fun! Going to sleep at 6 am and getting up at 9 am to finish the presentation I was going to hold that same day was Torture.

Sitting at Starbucks to write my presentation (always at the last minute!) I meet an old man who's been a teacher in french, english and german AND he has lived in Norway for a while and therefore knows norwegian. He was very nice and he helped me correct my presentation. I got a très bien for it! =D A decent achievement for a very hung-over and sleep deprived person. While on the issue of sleep deprivation, good night...

An eventful day!

All you need is a bit of luck!

Madeleine and I decided to go in to town to study today, and on our way to Starbucks we would pass by Tuileries where Viktor & Rolf had their show today, Collette (packed with fashionistas and wannabe-fashionistas), Marc by Marc Jacobs etc.

While at Starbucks Madeleine met Greg Scaffadi, a photographer working for the Times in New York. He introduced us to his two assistants, one photo student from NYC, Stephanie and an au-pair from Germany, Charlotte.

(outside Jean Paul Gaultier's show)

We got their facebook and email and they said they might be able to get us into one of the shows, and we also got to know the locations of the "invitations" shows...

We said goodbye and Madeleine and I decided to start heading towards the JP Gaultier show in rue Saint-Martin. On our way we went to Marc Jacobs store at the Palais Royal where we also passed by Didier Ludot, a vintage store considered to be the best in Paris, and I'm not in disagreement! There were many other vintage stores as well, selectively brands like Chanel etc and not so favourable prices. However, the shops are like a little museum, I highly recommend a visit!

Approaching the address for the show we see, surprisingly enough, a demonstration. I didn't go close enough to see the signs but I'm guessing that they were protesting against Gaultier's use of fur in his shows... I believe they were yelling "Gaultier - assissin"... Here we interestingly enough met Greg and the girls again and since someone from the Times apparently wrote a bad review, they were refused entry to the show! So we went to a café for some drinks instead. Here we met James, a fashion maniac, who apparently buys the things no one wants from the shows. He has a very interesting and cool style, love it! Italian cosmo was also there...

We ended the evening with meeting up with Vincent and his cousin for some drinks at Banana Café, a very popular and famous bar in the gay community... Loved the decoration, not so much the smell though... I'd go back though, good atmosphere, cheap drinks and cute guys! Too bad they're all gay... Then again, that's not a surprise is it?.....

Alexander McQueen

To continue on the note of the previous entry, the morning we woke up and the "fixed" heater was not working. Again. It was freezing cold in our room, and the entire house for that matter... I am now becoming ill. Again. Although I think that is because we woke up with the sun in our eyes once more, the weather has been absolutely wonderful the past days so of course you have to dress to the occasion! This occasion being the commencing of spring! Nevermind the biting briskness of the air......

Mika and her boyfriend Jake invited us to Enrique's place for a Bavarian breakfast, so me and Madeleine, both extremely good morning people when without breakfast, jumped on the bus to Enrique's!

Yes, we cheated, those are pain au chocolates in our hands. In our defense though, I think anyone who knows me is aware of the repercussions of my missing breakfast... Madeleine is the same, so really is was the best for everyone involved... And honestly, the chef was about 45 minutes late so it was more of a lunch then breakfast.... But well worth the wait!

Not the best picture but you at least see the pretzels, sausage and potato salad.

On the balcony at Enrique's, a bit to the left you have the Eiffel tower!

Frog is correcting my homework not actually doing it, I promise!

Next came an interesting class (as always) where Amy fell asleep and, poor thing, woke up with shock when our teacher very loudly threw a question at her!

Finally out of class, Cary came with me home, but first we went on a little shopping spree, a spring jacket from Massimo Dutti (which, by the way, is incredibly cheap here!) and a pair of pants from Zara. Food and wine was our first priority and that's why it was such a pleasant surprise to come home and discover that the stove still didn't work. This is of course afterwards making the preparations for the food. So I ended up cooking rice and lenses in the microwave which worked surprisingly well, and considering how hungry we were the food tasted amazingly!

Energy levels restored and with a class of Côte du Rhone in our hands we could start getting ready for *drumroll* the tribute party for Alexander McQueen (RIP)! No tickets, we were hoping for the best, so we went in to Olle and Wilhelm's apartment in the 1st for a little preparty before heading to the club, le regime. The place was impressive, but... There's always a but... They had probably expected a few more people than the 50(!) who were there, because (don't know if a because is necessary...) it was C.O.L.D as hell in there! The music was good, if it would have been in a lounge, not trying to blow the speakers at a nightclub... The people were gorgeous and very fashionable but the whole atmosphere felt stiff and uncomfortable. So in a whole the experience was very bleak. Me and Madeleine took a taxi to Cary's and got into a warm bed instead and felt rather good in the morning, unlike someone else I know ;)

(Olle and Wilhelm)

(Anna and Cary)

Time for cleaning, home work and a nap before potentially going out to an erasmus club. Ill, me? Well, my current theory is that if you ignore it, it will eventually get tired of harassing you and leave you alone.... It's working so far!

The ups and the downs

Woke up with the sun in my eyes today. It was wonderful. Blue sky, not a cloud in sight. Jealous? ;)

Met up with my gorgeous girl Cary and "studied" at Starbucks on avenue Saint-Michel. Studying became a two hour convo about men instead. Both having dealt with or dealing with long-distance relationships we have a lot in common... Our discussion ended with agreeing that long-distance completely Sucks and doesn't work...

The quote of the day is:

"French men are like baguettes, delicious at first but get stale quickly"

(Cary Kinder) hahah!

Eating lunch at the Pantheon in the sun feeling incredibly satisfied with life!

Unexpected passers-by... A pleasant surprise!

How is this for a daily view on the way to school?

I ain't complaining!

Until this point. It is now time for me to get out my aggressions....

AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!

I don't mind living a bit further out from Paris, it's quite nice to have a lot of space and everything closer and a bit cheaper than in the center and the house is newly renovated. BUT...

The bus home, in the rush hours, takes between an hour and one and a half. Normally it takes 20-25 min. I guess I could walk the distance, but in the evening it gets a bit cold and being in Paris I enjoy wearing high-heals! The bus doesn't only take forever, the driver's, uh kill me, a change of driver takes fucking 15 min! If the driver is even on time! Today we were waiting for the next driver for 10 min and then they had to have a chat and smoke you know... FOR FUCK SAKE! So you can understand that Madeleine and I are a bit feisty when we (finally) come home... And lately our heater hasn't worked. Actually it rarely works, it enjoys making loud bubbling noises though, yes, it's very relaxing...... NAAAT!

Tonight Madeleine was a bit aggravated and wanted to make pancakes. Firstly we don't have measurements so we just improvise... Secondly, the (only) bowl was busy, so she took a glass fruit bowl... Thirdly, we don't have a whisk... So she used a fork... Finally, ready to make the pancakes she turns on the stove and two minutes later the stove breaks. It just stops working and hasn't started working since... The luck...

Being a student I have decided to start living like one, i.e not going to the hair saloon to colour my hair. Me and Madeleine bought colours yesterday and I decided to fix my hair today... I look in the mirror after washing it out, anxious about it first looking purple, then red but not to worry, it looks fucking ORANGE!! Not knowing whether to cry or to laugh Madeleine tries to comfort me and tells me to dry it and see and luckily it doesn't look too bad... Red in the bottom and chocolate (the way it should look) in the rest... Uh. Shoot me.

Goodnight. I hope I wake up to a beautiful day again tomorrow. Please...

24/24 - Fashion week

Wohoo I practically wrote that test! It was very easy though and I had a good study partner ;)

Lets make sure we own tomorrow's test as well!

So, all you fashion frenzies out there. London fashion week has gone by smoothly with an interesting crowd on the catwalk at Mark Fast show. Good to see some curves on the runway but please, please, at least make sure the dresses fits and looks good on, don't grab some last second plus models to make headlines...

I really liked twenty8twelve's collection, this is my favourite pieces of AW10:

(Feminine meets rock- good mixture)

I also liked some pieces from Caroline Charles' collection, especially these two:

(Feminine, flirty and powerful)

Go to this website if you want to know more about the designers and the collections: http://www.londonfashionweek.co.uk/

Paris Fasion Week, exciting!

Here are some of the shows that I would kill to see:

Just to be clear, these are only a small selection of the shows I want to see!

For full schedule visit:

http://www.modeaparis.com/va/collections/2010hapap/index.html