Sunday, 25 March 2012


As it turns out ladies and germs, I’m making a quick trip home for Easter. True to Law family form, this whole hoo-ha has been a very last minute deal with lots of (but probably not nearly enough) late-night hurried text conversations with the family, mostly just mum. A lot of people have asked, why bother going through all that hassle for just 2 weeks? To be honest, I’m not all that fussed about going home, but MamaLaw has pointed out that I don’t get discounted fares for very much longer, and while home, we might make quick trips to Singapore and Melbourne, so I may as well take advantage of that while I can.

And I do really miss local food (and my family. Totally. Yeah.) and to be honest, I’m not going to turn down an offer to go home really quickly. Granted, yes, none of my friends will be home, and for most part, my parents won’t be either because of work and stuff, but the plan is to just get tae revisin’ (PFFFT.) and maybe squeeze in some down time in the sun.

So in the meantime, there's really not much I can do or say other than round up some loose ends, vacuum the hell out of my room, throw some clothes into a suitcase and some other shizznit that I'll probably remember to do at the eleventh hour until Tuesday. So here's a gratuitous picture of myself:

I can't remember if this was before or after my foot met with the aggressive end of a cocktail umbrella.

Not exactly beachy weather up here, but you can pretend for a bit.

Dress - Random shop in Manchester.
Wedges (barely seen) - Clarks.
See yous around.

- Diana xxx

Thursday, 22 March 2012

Have your friends collect your records.

I’m not sure if I’m just becoming slightly more experimental with how I dress or if I’m just going insane, but I really really like this:

It’s like a sedate version of Lady Gaga’s bubble dress, no?

It's been a sunny day but hazy in my brain. I'll leave you with a series of images floating around the interwebz.

- Diana xxx

Tuesday, 20 March 2012


When you start wondering whether or not to go into lectures today, that is the exact moment that you decide you’re not going. Because if you were, the thought of missing lectures would never have crossed your mind. I’m so very terrible for that, I woke up today thinking I was going to go to my English lecture, then my Psychology lecture and sprint to the other side of uni for a tutorial. Then I decided that I was all:

I’m totally going to wind up living in a cardboard box because I never go to lectures. Never missed a tutorial, never missed a workshop and usually handing in assignments on time (THERE WAS THAT ONE TIME OKAY JEEZ YOU’RE NOT MY MOM) but lectures shall be my downfall. I kept telling myself last year that I’d go to more lectures but I must be the only person I know who goes to maybe 2 out of 6 lectures a week, so with this in mind, how do I never have time to do anything? BUT THIS WILL CHANGE AFTER EASTER (yeah, right) I’m hoping the prospect of me failing everything because of the lack of lecture-knowledge will scare me into going more often. Seeing as how I’m not going anywhere for Easter and most of my friends will be going back to their respective homes that aren’t millions of miles away, maybe the downtime will be good for me to camp out in front of the computer and revise everything I’ve missed.


Jumper - Warehouse
Boots - Clarks

I usually wear this with leggings because I try to be sensible most of the time, but for the purposes of this photo...I forgot.

There should be a picture of me next to the word 'mess' in the Oxford dictiondary.

- Diana xxx

Saturday, 17 March 2012


Disclaimer: Majority of today's pictures were ruthlessly pirated of Facebook. Please don't sue. I don't have enough money for frivolous things like lawsuits.

Papa Law once said “Sometimes it’s good for young people to go to formal events every once in a while.” He probably liked the idea of us young’uns getting dressed up to go to something cultured and refined rather than sitting around like hobos around a campfire. Not that I would know anything about hobos. Or campfires for that matter.

I really do like dressing up (if you haven’t already noticed) but dressing up fancy? That’s a rare treat. I went to the International Society Ball last year wearing a simple floral shift and nude shoes and it’s such a nice feeling, looking around and seeing people all dressed up. In retrospect, that dress makes me look as wide as a house in photos, but at the time, I really appreciated seeing the amount of effort people took into looking nice for one evening.

There’s so much distinct difference between dressing up for a night out and dressing up for a formal event. Nights out often mean lots of skin, lots of makeup and the sometimes omission of common sense and good taste (like a super-lacy bra unintentionally jutting out of a dress. Not that I would know.) But for the latter, you do start to put more thought into it, at least I did. I went to the Aberdeen University Dance Society showcase a few nights ago and for something organized and ran by a student society, it was so impressive. At the scale that everything was, you’d never have guessed it was uni-based on account of how professional everything seemed.

This guy here is loving life.

I tried to go for an old-hollywood look here with vampy lips, swishy dress and Veronica lake-esque waves, and I would have succeeded if my ENORMOUS FACE HADN’T RUINED EVERYTHING.

Dress - Christmas present from Allisan and Amelia <3
Heels - ASOS

I would really like a defined jawline and cheekbones for my birthday. It'd be just in time for summer! Please?

- Diana xxx

Saturday, 10 March 2012

Won’t you quit your crying? I can’t sleep.

Now Playing: Marina and The Diamonds - Obsessions

I lack the ability to be good to myself. Or for that matter, the sensibilities required to ensure I take care of myself.

Like going to bed at a reasonable hour.

Like deciding to save money instead of wandering into a shop and somehow leave with a whole new outfit.

Or eating proper meals instead of a can of full-fat coke and a Marlboro Light.

Or going back upstairs to get a jacket instead of walking to Morrison’s in just a jumper thinking the drizzle will go away by the time I get out but instead walk across the road in a depressing downpour.

Or buckling down and writing an essay before it was due instead of gravitating over to a neighbour’s birthday party after coming home from dinner with friends and staying way way longer than expected which meant having to postpone doing the essay (tragic, I know) another day.

Such callousness usually results in me sitting in a cramped room the next day, be it from delicately reintegrating myself into the world of the living or working to meet a deadline to the hour (this happens more often than I’d like) before inevitably turning out the lights, because reality can go bite my ass.

These past few days have been spent doing all of the above; as we speak I’m currently hiding under the duvet, sticking my hands out of it to type like some sort of flower-printed turtle, taking my time to slowly, but surely whinge about my self-inflicted traumas.

This isn't my room, I should point out. I don't think I have that much floor space that isn't occupied by shoes or crap.

Top - H&M (pack of two)

Belt - New Look

Jersey Pencil Skirt - H&M

Shoes - Primark

This was the outcome of wandering in H&M unchaperoned. In my defense though, they’re all things that fit my style pretty well, although I say that about most things I buy in a sad attempt to justify my careless spending. Like a bowler hat that’s way too big for me that I can’t be bothered to return. Shame too, I’m sure there’s a distinguished, dapper stereotypical British man with a very large head that’d appreciate it more than me.

I need to go hide my phone, turn out the lights and sit in a very quiet room now.

- Diana xxx