Chronically Awkward

Monday 25 October 2010

Miniature Announcement (Monique)

Ok, here goes,

A few months ago, I entered a competition to win a trip to NY with Superdrug. I won, and was supposed to take one of my parent's, but, because of finances, work, and general crap, that flopped, so I'm taking the only other person who knew- Caitlin (as I'm sure you all guessed).

HOWEVER

The trip, comes with spending money, so I will bring each of you back ONE thing, obviously within reason cost wise. So, place your order or you get a key chain. :D

X

(and yes I was bricking it about doing this for some reason, but now, gracias al internet, its out of my hands, so, booyah!)

Tuesday 12 October 2010

Anonymous 12:32 0

Only a short victory post...(Monique)

I had a poor excuse for a weekend and a rubbish start to the week, minimal work done, no money in the bank, left my uni bus pass at church, made a batch of festival (basically sweet fried dough) that I desperately want to throw up right this second! AND, I spilt tomato soup on my phone

HOWEVER
I now have wireless broadband, so Sky can SUCK IT!!!!!!!!!

But p*ssed because I'm the only house mate that can get access, Windows 7 yes boy!! No dusty Vista over here mate hahaaa

On a slightly happier still note, here is my loot (aka free/discount crap) from the Arndale Student Giveaway (aka lets swindle students day)

YES! (that includes a free tin of beans and free pasta..dont judge, that made me pasta bake and beans and bacon)

Today, I also took time out to give back, and do my bit at the Manchester Uni Stop Aids Society charity clothes swap/bake sale. £1.30 donated by yours truly (what was in my purse basically), then left behind some old clothes, came out with a size 12 Dorothy Perkins blazer and a top from Bay.

RESULT!

how have you guys been getting on?

Monday 4 October 2010

Anonymous 16:57 1

Fresher’s Flu, How I Loathe Thee by Monique

I’m currently jamming here, half watching a Lost, DVD (which I will discuss and probably berate a bit later) and contemplating the millions of foreign bacteria currently shoubzing it up in my body right now, happily creating phlegm, aches, pains and snot. Probably cracking up at my pathetic immune system and lazy ass white blood cells too.

I currently hold three people responsible for this, and every first year on campus are circumstantial contributors too as far as I’m concerned. As Caitlin would say, “this petri dish of bacteria” that I call home, is slyly as filthy as it is shiny, sparkly and lovely.

Italian tosse medicine (cough medicine for all you no speak italianos out there) however, is the BUSINESS. Its fire in the lungs man, I love it. If it weren’t like taking some slow shot of rum I would drink it! These Vicks cough sweets I’m sucking on- oh yes they have upgraded from all that “vapour rubbing action” isn’t half bad either actually.

Another event of this week – Danielle’s (my housemate’s x-flat mate) birthday night out at the Ritz, run by Dirty Stop Out. The name alone let me know I wouldn’t be seeing my bed anytime soon (not till 4am in fact), which I’m generally never happy about, and I hate going out on Saturdays because I love going to church on Sunday. Sometimes it’s just too close for comfort, even when I make sure I behave myself. ANYWAY. It was actually kinda jokes for the short time we spent there (we arrived on BPT hence an early departure still resulted in a 4am return home). It was school themed, even though we didn’t get the memo. Most of the night was spent creasing after the clubland girls dancing around on the floor and on stage. They were so lost in the music, by the music, it was not serious. They were all gorgeous and that but just had some next moves. One girl must have had some Vybz Kartel inner soundtrack going on because she was winding her body up down and around. But the DJ was playing Mr Brightside, Teenage Dirtbag, Wake Me Up When September Ends and other pop rock tunes (yes, musically at some stages it was that deep. NOT IMPRESSED). The girls on stage were just dazed and confused. To be fair their focus was probably more on not falling out of their DIY school uniforms. But I noticed when the music switched from Ibiza to hip hop and R&B (FINALLY, even though it only lasted about 5mins) they couldn’t seem to match their dancing to the beat, like they were allergic to a decent bass line, and a backing track using actual instruments and not just some little techno keyboard. It was beyond funny.

On a final note, I went shopping. Again! I’m so weak man. I bought harem pants- black, classic and wearable with anything on sale for £8 however! Aaaaand I also bought a completely necessary black pair of wedge heeled wellies!

Take that Manchester ha-ha. If you ever want to spot me I’ll be the one walking fearlessly in those gorgeous black wellies stomping through puddles like a badman! No lie I feel bulletproof in them willies. Its game over, the weather can’t touch me, I’m a BOSS!

On a side note, all jokes aside, my cheap harem pants were cheap in every sense. They ripped while I was at uni, not overly noticeable but still. I was obviously vex, however, I marched my behind home, got out my poundland sewing kit and stitched that badboy back up like what… LIKE A BOSS! Monique 1, High-street Fashion 0