It's been a while since my last post. Mostly because I am the laziest person on the planet and also because I've been absolutely swamped with uni life! Too many essays for my liking! I thought today would be a good day to get back into it though. So here goes!
Walking through Liverpool today with my flatmates, I realised something quite devastating. I have become what my 14 year old emo-self (yeah that's right) would have literally LOATHED. I was of course, walking towards the sun bed shop to take my UV tanning bed virginity. This, teamed with my plan to get some form of acrylic nail (no french tips, don't worry I won't go that far) and my already highlighted and dyed to oblivion hair all equals semi-plastic. Fake. One of those girls that you hate. Next thing I'll be a desperate scousewife! Emo me is so upset with modern me. I still can't get my head around how much people change within such a short amount of time. 5 years from emo with dark dark massive fringed hair, neon pink leopard print tshirt, black skinny jeans and wannabe vans. Straight to an attempt at a tan, painted manicured nails and well-kept eyebrows. Scousewife is going a little too far though, even for me!
Speaking of scousewife, I watched the most disturbing programme on channel 4 the other day- "Sex, lies and rinsing guys". Which is all about women who exploit rich men for well, their money. Simply by having fake boobs and bleached hair (with I must admit acrylic nails and well-kept eyebrows), these women are able to manipulate the rich men that they meet into buying them designer shoes, bags, jewellery and EVEN paying their house bills. Not so sexy- "hey dan, could you do me a favour and pay my gas bill?" < there's some innuendo no one saw coming... But. I must be stopped here. Because the "rinsers" as they like to call themselves (god knows why) don't actually sleep with the men who they rinse- yeah right. Maybe not infront of the cameras ladies?
Still. Though I personally would never "rinse" someone for gifts, mainly because i'd be rubbish at it, I can't help but be envious of their "free" money. Lately my friends and I have been doing the lottery in a desperate bid for holiday money and nice clothes. Maybe this is a waste of money, but if I've got more chance of being struck by lightening than winning I'll take my chances- I've not been hit yet. Afterall, clearly everyone loves free money! As for my tan- after 6 lovely sunbed minutes I'm still a pale peachy colour- for now I am far from scouseland!
