My pretty little flat

In reality, pictures of my room., the flat is too boring.




Do not ask what that thing is, i do not know ok? It comes from the second hand market and i thought it looked like an old tv so i think i'm going to stick a little painting in it. (I think it's actually an old sort of heater..)
I miss my sunglasses collection, it must be so lonely all on ot's ownsome with no-one to tell it it's beautiful...I have about 40 pairs now, hehe.



I seriously can't wait to have my own flat, you know? Or at least live on my own. I'm such a material person though, as in, i have a lot of things.
Do you like my bunny/tiger slippers?

I found a new song and then i lost it.

I try to dress differently everyday, but in reality i dress the same a lot. Especially since i don't have such a vast choice as clothes here i guess. And since i permanently wear that denim jacket and that bag and those shoes. Well, last month i did, this month i found two new pairs of shoes at the market, Mum found me a green leather bag, I got a new hat for my birthday and i knitted another one (yes, slight onsession there i'm afraid). Scarf and jacket remain i suppose.

Aren't my leggings cool though?

A big fat heart and a second hand bebendum costume

Nice huh?I'm so cool sometimes.



I told you she liked close ups..


Quote: -me: " Flims, Flims, check out my new puffer jacket" -Flims (my sister): It makes you look fat. I still haven't worn it.....

(Come back a month)

I think this car would really suit me...




What do you think, should i get them? :) :)




We also went to the beach one day, and there wzere some mad people swimming; We found ourselves surrounded by milk white (no exageration, i promise) english boys, who all sported beer-bellies or dodgy tattooes so we couldn't even droll at lovely looking bodies, which is what one normally does at the beach.



I am really not putting up my phtos in the right order...but anyway. This was a month ago, exactly a month ago and we were still in tee-shirts. We actually had the great idea to go to the park Guëll and boil to death, surrounded by tourists (just like us, except they are tourists and we are not...find my logic in that) all dressed in flip flops and miniskirts as if we were in august..which it felt like.
Then proceded to get lost finding the metro to get back, so trudged around with painful feet for about an hour, and let me tell you, speaking from experience, the area around the parc Guëll is not one you need to trudge around for more than five minutes, i assure you.

Because it's bloody freezing in Barcelona

...I get to wear woollies

Recently.

Teehee, my little prostitute booties.




This was me getting up after coming down this massive dynossaure slide near Sants, it's like a metal dynossaure sculpture and his mouth is open to make a huge slide, and his tail on the other side is a smaller slide. Really cool.



Afternoon at Tibidabo with my hand-knitted hat, another one. My sister LOVES taking mega close-ups of me, very unflattering.

I realised that when i had my period i get really bitchy and rumpy. I pity the people around me.

I colored in my converses because the friend who gave them to me, God knows why, bought them in black and white. I mean, black and white, me?
And yes, i got a woolly hat from my sister, with ears AND a pompom, which i love. I think I'm gonna try and make one.

Saturday it was my birthday...I had a crappy day

Didn't I have the nicest candles though?

Amsterdam

I haven't done that yellow eyeshadow for a long time, but i really like it here..hum

I kissed the frog but he didn't turn into a Prince Charming

Soo Amsterdam was a long time ago...I was supposed to not come here (the blog) for a month or so, while i didn't have my cpu, but of course i didn't come for waaay longer...more like 3 months. Oh well, i did warn about this in the begining. What have I got to say? Well there's more to show really isn't there..
But just one thing: yesterday I went to H&M, found these nice-ish gray suede high heel boots, with a zip down the side. Don't ask me how, they had my size, and for once, my size fitted. So i hesitated, hesitated agin, and hesitated a little bit more, 50euros, hum hum, finally two hours later deciding to walk all the way back and go and get them, and guess what, they'd gone! Can you believe that? GONE. God must have decided that i just wasn't meant to have them.
It really makes me sick the way in ships like H&M or Zara, those "little" shops that happen to be in my budget, shoes-wise all they do is make a million sizes 37-38-39 and then like two pairs of 40 and if you're lucky one pair of 41 but most of the time they don't bother. Now you could say well yes, that makes sense, more peolpe have smaller feet, but then why is it that i can never, and mean never, seriuously, find the size 40?? Why is it that they always have like ten pairs of s38 left over? Explain that to me. Stupid shops with stupid nice shoes. Pffft