Lest We Forget

There's something about Remembrance Day that makes us all come together. For as long as I can remember I have stayed silent for two minutes every year on this day and it will continue until I die.

There are some people on this planet and some who we will never see again who deserve more respect than the ones who have it today. There are people living among us who have lost limbs and are suffering and are doing it for the benefit of others.

There are many who died and who will never be found for us. It takes bravery to die for someone else, especially for people who they will never meet.

I am forever grateful and on this day I stayed silent for all of them. Lest we forget.

So what did I do last night?

So I was out last night but today I am lacking in the hangover department. Oh, it gets better. I only spent £15, including getting home! A strange occurence these days seeing as we're bailing out Italy. But anyway, I realised I woke up without having terrifyingly embarrassing flashbacks to yesterday evenings activities.

I usually find myself looking off into the distance as a new memory springs to mind and BAM! I close my eyes and shake my head because I have disgusted myself. But today, it feels different. I'm furiously staring into the distance waiting for this startling realisation to creep me out but it never comes. I feel like i've made a development in life! Either that or I felt far to sick to continue drinking beyond what I already had.

So, my point here, be it presented very loosely is why do I put myself through the morbid embarrassment of a night out? Why do I tell myself over and over again that I can't wait to get steaming but I end up wishing the bed covers would smother me completely? I guess I've tried to portray I'm fun when actually alcohol makes me boke now and it's a one way ticket to embarrassment.
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This issue is completely over publicised but in this case i'm not telling you that alcohol is killing you, or you drink too much or you're cooler than I am - in which case you are - but what i'm saying here is wtf makes me become someone I completely hate? I'm the most annoying arse when I drink and people have to tell me things. I'm 21, I need to get over myself. If I don't get drunk then that's fine, and if I do I need to tone the fuck down.

Wow it's been a while

I'd like to say I haven't posted anything in a while because I've been busy. But that would be on slightly telling the truth.
Yes I have been busy, however, I have also had time. I am one of those people who dwells on how busy they are when a) I'm not, I'm a liar and b) I need to get up off my arse and get on with things.

So here I am, posting useless piff on a blog which I now realise is being read by someone in Russia... HIYA!

Anyway, recently I watched the MTV show 'Awkward' and I am in love. I feel like I wish I were Jenna Hamilton in school however I wasn't that thin and popular boys didn't secretly like me. Which brings me onto my next point. Where I went to school, people weren't popular, they were known. They were known for being a rebel, a slut, a ditz and you catch my drift. So why do we want to be know?

Yeh I'd like to be known for having an interest in fashion but I am no expert. I like to wear new ideas but I also like to copy people. I'd also like to be known for my writing, but at times I don't enjoy writing. At times I can't write and at times I don't like to read any writing, at all.

So what was I known for? I used to be known for being a geek. I got semi-ok marks at school but I passed. Who says that makes a geek? I got on well with teachers and kept my mouth shut in classes. I like to be right and not fail. So shoot me, i'm a geek. Now I look back at those who called me a geek... ha :)

I feel like i'm wavering from point to point here but I don't think I'd like to be known for anything. In Scotland, we don't have high school reunions and our prom's are a sad copy of an American tradition so I have no one to impress from my school days but myself. I went to college and I'm in my final year of uni. I think i'm doing alright for myself.

I will leave uni in May and I won't be remembered. But I'm fine with that. I'll have somewhere else to move on to and develop a 'known for' there. But for the time being, I'm known for a slight knack at over-talking, a horribly self acknowledged overuse of swear words and a slightly higher than average BMI. But sack it. I'm human.

Is eBay really a place for fashion?

A recent intake of funds and an increased score of laziness has lead me to an addiction to eBay. Two of my flatmates - your food editor in tow - have me hooked. So far I have purchased: A scrabble necklace, a leather peter pan collar, hair clips, two rings, two eyebrow pencils and eyebrow gel. None of which I was desperately needing, just desperately wanting. So what is it that gets us hooked? Is it a bidding war? The thrill of an addressed package? Or just plain buying madness.

From the age of 14 I’ve had a computer. My mum never allowed eBay as she’s computer illiterate but as I spread my wings and hit the ripe old age of 16 I ventured out into the eBay world and didn’t really get involved. I hot 17, attended college and won my first bidding war on a Paul’s Boutique bag which resembles a massive pound coin. I would prove this to you however I’m too ashamed to take it anywhere. I’ve kept it however, it might be useful? The bidding war - my maximum price of £40 - cost me a total of £70+ including postage. I have never felt so elated and deflated all at the same time. I was like a balloon let go into the wind only to be dragged back down to earth and the reality of an obsessive personality.

As I’ve grown older I’ve holed in my purchases to “Buy it Now” only and items £5 and under unless there’s something spectacular I must must must have. This way I have kept eBay fun and not so denting on my bank balance.

EBay is a place I like to oggle at expensive handbags and digging around for fakes. Calm down, calm down I haven’t bought a fake Fendi but there’s no harm in looking. Anyway, eBay has made it difficult to find fakes and you have to root about but they are there if you look hard enough. But instead of lusting over the old, there’s a new side to eBay housing many more talents than Karl Lagerfeld.

I find eBay a great place for budding jewellery designers and have scored some individual pieces I treasure and relish in the fact that I’m the only person who owns them and I received lovely thank you notes encased inside the packaging. A fantastic marketing ploy you clever talented bitches.

Worryingly though, I stumbled upon Imogen Thomas’ eBay seller page. This woman is like a fart in the wind that doesn’t seem to blow away and needs to be dealt with. She claims to send all proceeds to charity from her sales. Why not just donate to charity rather than publicise yourself further? Who am I to judge, at least she’s using her ‘celebrity status’ to some good use.
Haters gon’ hate!

So do me a favour, in between essay writing and facebook breaks, type in ‘scrabble necklace’ or ‘custom jewellery’ and have a browse through what’s on offer. There’s no knowing what you’ll find on eBay these days. I heard someone bought one cornflake.

Interviews, interviews, interviews

So today I interviewed an energy company in Hamilton so I had to drag myself out of bed at 9am to get two trains! I shouldn't really be moaning, they chatted to me for a whole hour and the guy who I spoke to was stunning... :)
Then I went back to my old school and interviewed my old chemistry teacher on fossil fuels, then back to the land of Stirling to, "finish my essay" whereas i'm actually updating my blog.

However! Here's what I wore today :)

Blazer - River Island
Shirt dress - ASOS
Belt - River Island
Shoes - Primark

Also! Exciting news! My detachable collar arrived in the post! I've been interested in updating my accesories so I decided to treat myself to one from eBay (where else?) and I chose an amazing leather-look one!
I've noticed a lot of dresses and shirts with the peter pan collar but I didn't want to bother with buying a whole new dress when I could just update one of my own and then I noticed a few sellers on eBay making them for demand, an idea which I love. I really like the idea of a bit of fantasy in your outfit. This leather baby cost me £12 and i'm deeply attached to it already. I'm almost about to plan my outfit around it for a trip to the shops returning badly fitting clothes.





I'll be sure to show you how this new collar works with a few of my outfits although most of what I have has it's own collar these days.

Speak soon bbz x

Olly Murs

Ooft!

Being a good cousin

So today was busy!
Here's what I was wearing today. I've decided to embrace accesories as I've lost my way with them over the past year but I had a bit of an eBay splurge recently and annoyed the poor postman with the amount I ordered! My two necklaces here are from eBay, la-la-love eBay!

Playsuit - River Island
Blazer - Topshop
Belt - River Island
Tights - Primark
Shoes - Primark

Firstly, I interviewed Daniel Sloss over the phone and it went really well! Nice addition to Brig this issue and it's the second time i've interviewed him and he's as nice as ever. First time I interviewed him face to face last year for an underage festival and he's even bigger now. Off to see him live on Wednesday so that should be fun. :)

So after my interiew I went to visit my cousin in hospital because she's broken her leg the wee soul. Being the good cousin I am I painted her nails and did her hair and make up. Turns out the ladies on her ward thought it was a great wee thing to do and made my cousin feel miles better! Poor soul is now lying in a hospital bed with bright green nail polish and a St Tropez glow but what can you do!
After dolling my cousin up I had a look around the shops and found a few beauts in River Island which I feel I need to share. I found this amazing black playsuit with wave collar and belt detail. Nothing like a playsuit to pull you in at the waist and give curve to the hips. A playsuit like this creates an hourglass silhouette without being too obvious. The buttons are popping open when I wear it though so a few stitches to narrow the eye-lets should do the trick!
I also snagged this red blazer in the sale, very Duran Duran but looks surprisingly less 80's when it's on!





Now i'm planning my interview questions for tomorrow as I'm doing two interviews! Busy much? First i'm interviewing a wind turbine company then my old chemisty teacher so I should really get started.

Later, gater ;) x

The Michaelmas daisies

The Michaelmas daisies are growing so tall,
They reach right over the garden wall.
I wonder, I wonder, "Oh what can they see?"
For the Michaelmas daisies are taller than me.

My dad used to say this poem to me and I can't find it anywhere on the internet.
I think that's kind of nice. Then it's special :)

Well, not since i've fucked up and shoved it on the internet, but you get where i'm coming from.

So I've never had a blog before

But I feel like it might be time to start.

I'm home from uni for mid-semester. This, to me, means I have three people to interview and 1000 words left to write of an essay. Instead, I have re-activated my blog, had a bash at twitter and listened to Cher Lloyd. Oh dear.

But before I leave to shower before work, coffee doesn't serve itself I'm adding a post to this blog that i'm hoping will gain me a job in journalism. If it doesn't, at least I tried.
I've always been opposed to blogs as, no offence, I don't read any. But if this gets me a job in journalism or research then there's n o harm in that really is there?

Maybe I should use this to talk about fashion but to be honest, I don't claim to know a great deal about it, I just enjoy it.
To talk about fashion however! I recently bought an un-tied bow tie from a closing down tie rack and I have made it my mission to wear it this week for one of my interviews. I stole this look from Katy Perry on the X Factor and I like the idea that masculine can be feminine.

Once I get this outfit together I will attempt to post a picture, if I manage to find out how to.

I am now 10 minutes over my alloted time of blogging before showering for work.

Goodbye to those who are not reading.