The Cloistered Life

It is scary how after just over a month at university I have lost all semblance of normality, and have escaped any sense of reality and the outside world. Since I have been here my time has been consumed with university things, university people- I think I have bought a grand total of one newspaper in four weeks. I need to get my act together and realise that there is a world outside my comfortable little bubble of academia. I now understand why lecturers tend towards the slightly eccentric; a shrinking of common sense is what happens when the external world begins to have less of an impact on your day.

In other news, I have an article to write for the fashion section of my university newspaper. Saturday will be devoted to trawling Brick Lane and Spitalfields for gorgeous people decked out in gorgeous outfits; I have to take photos of them and report back on the autumnal trends. :) Sadly, it's a bit of a competition, as the editor is going to pick the best article out of the 3 or so written, so I need to find a hook to make mine stand out above the rest...

On the style front, I intend to purchase a backless crushed velvet mini-dress from Topshop. Yes, I know- student budget, pricey store, but I can't just go cold turkey on my addiction! Besides, it's only £35. Get in. ;)

The uni lot: The Middle Floor Wankers! :p

Music- The Script- Break Even (Guilty pleasuuuure!)

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