Shall we catch up?

Channeling the inner housewife in myself tonight, by doing the ironing whilst watching the TV. I feel like I should have curlers in my hair and smoking a cigarette. Anyway, lets catch up. So Halloween resulted in a pool of sick and a £10 taxi ride home. Egg was surprisingly good and nothing in the club was related to the name, which confused me. Because it is an odd name for a club, right? Not just me? As you all know I dressed up as a zombie Peter Pan and had a few looks on the Tube which I'm thinking is a good thing? No? Okay. I got ready in a record breaking fifteen minutes, but this worked to my advantage because Halloween is the only night you can look completely shit and not only get away with it, but get praised for it.

Moving on, I'm very excited about the next few weeks. This Wednesday I'm going to Cardiff to catch up with my cousin and see Nicki Minaj, hopefully followed by a nice night out in Cardiff. Then on the Thursday my cousin is coming up to London for a night out and some lovely sightseeing. THEN (I know, I'm sorry) I'm going back to Wales for a couple of days to see the family and see the friends and see the sheep.

Now that we have catched up I can go to bed feeling happy.

Goodnight, God bless.

Happy Halloween

I love Halloween. I usually make a big effort and spend money I don't have on a good costume. But this year I unfortunately have to be an outfit repeater (say it ain't so). I am dressing up as Peter Pan, using an outfit I bought one time for an eighteenth birthday party. I am totally (totes) devastated (devo). I'm going to 'pimp it out' as the youth say and make myself a zombie Peter Pan as there has been a zombie apocalypse on Neverland (if you hadn't heard).  I feel as if there will probably be another Peter Pan at this club I'm going to tonight so that is another reason why I'm twisting a classic character. I am totally (totes) original (orig).

Alas, it is not all fun and games as I am disastrously working until 10pm giving me a WHOLE HALF AN HOUR to get back to my halls, change, put on my makeup and get a little bit tipsy so I don't end up over spending at this ridiculously priced night club (wow). So I'll probably end up catching the tube on my own and then fail the mission of finding my friends resulting in a lonely night bus spectacle back to my room to watch Bridget Jone's Diary. Oh, by the way, the night club is called egg. Sounds cracking (pun intended), and I hope I bump into Lady Gaga (also intended).

I am currently in the library (which is very busy) writing a blog hoping that people aren't judging me. So to make me seem normal I'm flicking from tab to tab with more conventional sites in them, only to find out via Twitter that Nicole Scherzinger has been spotted in ASDA. Hurrah for social media.