Tesco or Newsagents...you decide.

Hello my lovelies! It has been way too long yet again, I really should get back into this whole blog writing thing. Once again, this post is just an effort at pure procrastination...in that department things are going wonderfully.

So far today as an effort I have watched the only way is essex, legally blonde 2, used about 100 mins on my phone (which in light of my recent £122 phone bill is not so great), read Aristotle ethics, looked at childrens books, "for educational purposes online," oh and lets not forget baked 36 cupcakes...any takers....

Anyway,  back to Aristotle (this is the part where I try and sound like a massive keeno lol and give off that same, i'm half from brentwood aka essex impression).....oh sod it I give up with Aristotle, well I don't but I do for now....I do, however, have some wise words from a fabulous lady, "People come into your life for a reason, a season or a lifetime."

I think this is one of the most fabulous quotes I have ever been told/seen written on the back of my fabulous canvas. And its true. You learn from everyone...therefore, people are your education. Some of them you meet and you just know, you know that you are going to be friends for life.....



And then there is those people that come into your life to teach you a lesson, which I will be doing in a few days...aaahhhhh!! Anyway girlies, I have come to a brilliant theory...although iIcan't take all the credit for this fabulous theory, one of my girlies brought it up....there is tesco girls and newsagent girls.

My initial reaction to this theory was....are you calling me a tesco value girl...but in fact it makes perfect sense. Do you ever get that lazy hungover day or just general lack of energy day where you think CBA to venture to tesco deal with the queuing, deal with the journey to get there, deal with the traffic....even though you will inevitably end up with better products? I don't know, maybe it is just me. But this is exactly the same for men with girls. There's those who want a relationship so desperately and depend on a man to the point that they become like a newsagent; easy to get to, always there, standard...oh and basically fucked without the man/your custom in the shops case. Brilliant it's all so simple.

Then there's your tesco girls....who don't rely on your custom...who have their own dreams, who are travelling/expanding all over the world but just take longer to get to. When my girly friends ask me why they are single, this is the answer, because they simply haven't found a boy who can handle them yet. Girlie fiction or the truth? I'd say the latter.....

Decide what you want to be girlies. Bring on the tesco towns.

Massive loves....


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helllooooo keenos

I'm going to be extremely rusty at this whole blog thing guys...its been about a year...a lot has changed...fabulously. I love change and how crazy things happen (by this I don't mean like showing your pants to half of london....more like ending up with till roll around your head all night.) See figure one...wow i'm getting back into the whole essay writing thing again.

Anyway, there is me and fabulous LYDIA!! We are doing our teacher training and we are in it together....not just the massive workload, not just the idea of being keenos, but also, the 4 hour procrastination sessions to bluewater and crappy nandos where we eat three corn on the cobs and two portions of chips and lets not forget, the till roll nights out in camden. Anyway, babe just to let you know...in the 3 weeks I have known you I know we are in it together...all set with our uni trackies and presentations with tom and jerry.

Ok, so you might be slightly confuzzled as wasn't I off round the world....well thats next summer...EEK i have been saving for over a year now (and i definitely have done well....i have carried on shopping ohhhh hello calvin klein dress in the charity shop) but have tried to keep fiji in my mind...as I did when I saw the most beautiful sheepskin coat in brick lane....actually I didn't just keep it in my mind, I pretty much shouted it...clearly the whole of east london thinks I have tourettes now. This summer I did go to ireland though (see figure two)....see this blog is not just about procrastination (pretty much my favourite word) but it is indeed about....practicing for those cheeky essays (HELP! in the words of the beatles, by the way I need a photo on Abbey road lyd!!) Ireland was fun i'm not sure what the highlight was the beer pong or nearly falling off a cliff when my keeno best friend (See figure two...i am getting so good at this) decided that where the sheep were wasn't near enough the edge and told me to lean over the edge; anyone would think you were trying to kill me. I don't blame you actually lol.

Ok, there is some slight technical problems with the pictures. There we go its sorted. Anyway, this was a little i'm back blog, as I said don't be suprised if the next time I write is ages but i promise i will try and encounter some funny stories although I am attempting this whole do the work when it is set thing (yes I know what has happened to me) so we will see.....

I am not doing it to be a geek though (as I am already one probably lol) but because in the words of the beyond fabulous Nelson Mandela........

"Education is the only weapon with the power to change the world."

Anyway...hugs and kisses....

Alicia xoxo

Life isn't about finding yourself. Life is about creating yourself.

Don't call my name, Don't call my name.....ALEJANDRO!!

Two months...no way has it been that long...

I don't actually know where to start, ending up at the 15 spanish mens flat in Shoreditch seems to be a good place to start; that would be if i didn't run to the door as I (quite clearly) thought I was being kidnapped, encounter a chihuhua called Vita Corleone, lose my headband and meet a guy named Alejandro (Well maybe that was a good thing.) How exactly do I get into these situations? There is one reason: my crazy. Love me, love my crazy. That's the new saying girls and it's true. Anyway, whilst I thought I had met the perfect man finally; spanish accent, lets spend summer in Madrid, epic kisser and to make things even better he plays the guitar. (Which I can definitely do)...well the extent of my choons (spelt purposely in the cool gangsta way) consists of Twinkle Twinkle little star and Pretty woman (of which the second I can solely play two chords.) Well, I'm on my way along with my ballet rock dancing, expanding my sketchbook, my song writing, my travel research oh and my diet. Oh yeah, don't forget my actual work. (Note to self: why am I writing this blog when I have so much else to do? Note to self: Love me, Love my crazy UNORGANISED self.)







Anyway, hot spanish guy....my next encounter with him was not quite so hot. "Please come to my gig baby," well the baby part puts my off slightly (remember your talking to the Valentines day synic who on February 15th just happened to wake up with her Thorntons chocolates down the side of her bed along with the gossip girl boxset...I have given in, it's official; Chuck Bass is a fictional character.) Anyway, this gig...having driven half way across London to the one and the only Camden town (wow am I a changed girl these days or what? Bye bye Blair except the headbands of course.) I walk in ready for some hardcoreness (naturally)...and there everyone is meditating on the floor. In the corner of my eye I spot Vladimir (lol), Spanish's friend. Oh dear, where is he? After gossiping repeatedly about his amazing *techniques* and the evilness of his friends, he turns round. Yes, he was sitting right in front of me. FML. Yes, he was slightly less hot. FML but yes...he did *suprisingly* (which I also told him) play the guitar to a higher standard than myself. (Let's be honest though that's not saying much is it.)







Anyway, the next weeks antics will have to come at a later date....remember keep acting crazy and spontaneously (I'm off to wales tomorrow...helloo waterfall.)







But not as crazy as these girls....












*Wait that's me....and my girls...now showing our love to the world."
In the words of Example, we are the.....LAST ONES STANDING. ALWAYS

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