Bad Brains

Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuurgh.

It seems that again another week-end was spent binge studying.
I know I shouldn't complain.
It's only couple months a year that we poor students have to produce an effort and the rest of the time, we drink coffee with fancy names on the grass of the Campus and we get drunk 6 days a week; while "real people" have jobs and responsabilities all year round.

I don't drink coffee nor alcohol though and I actually feel like I've been producing an intense effort for the past seven months so maybe if I was a little more like the stereotypical student I'd be chill by now and quietly flipping through my books while planning my vacations...
I'm not and I'm hidden between piles of books every goddamn day and it's starting to get on my nerves -if I think about it, it's also getting on my face (no sleep + intense stress : so not pretty) and on my butt too (crazy how quick you go through a box of cookies when you're lost in some obscure philosophy book)...

I'll get the last laugh though.
While my carefree comrades will be preparing themselves to redo exams this summer, I'll be taking the vacation that they planned and shoved in my face while I was studying my brains off.
AH!



* as you can see, our cat haaaaaaates political economy*

I ain't saying she's a Gold Digger...

..but she sure is a broke ass shopper!

Some site finally opened today and as it was a cheaper branch of the so tempting but Oh so expensive Netaporter, I was pretty stoked.
The words Marc Jacobs, Luella and Christian Louboutin next to the magic word Discount made me go cuckoo, daydreaming about the fierce outfits I was gonna come up with once I'll be able to spike them with Louboutin sky high heels or a floral Luella dress.
No such luck.

Maybe 498 Pounds is pocket money for some but I sure don't have that money in my pocket nor anywhere right now actually so I guess the white satin pumps will find another happy owner.
As will the leppard print ones.

Guess I'll just have to buy me some red paint with my broke student budget and pretend that my worned out ballerinas are soaked in French glamour.
Voilà.






* fpr those of you who are savvy Fashionistas with a full wallet, go check http://www.theoutnet.com *

I need my ink injection !

A quick look at a calendar told me that my first exam is in just a little more than a month.
Knowing that it's only the first of a painful serie certainly explains the lack of blogging...

Easter holiday will again be spent studying and since Karma decided to be a real bitch lately (for no apparent reason -at least none I can think of) the sun has decided to take a vacation too and my days are a succession of gloomy rainy studying hours.
Not that good weather would make Political Economy less dreadful but maybe I wouldn't want to take my eyeballs out if I could at least work on my tan while eating that book -not litteraly, even though who knows what I'm gonna be up to in two months when my exam session is over?-


On a brighter note, I'm working on my backpiece and even though it still hasnt made it on paper yet, I'm getting a clearer idea of what it's gonna look like.
Anyone who got tattooed on the upper back to tell if it was painful?
I seem to have handled my other tattoos pretty well, except for the feet that were real bitches.
I only have a valid picture of the tattoo on my left feet which was one of my first ones and the pain kinda put me off for a little while but I since overcame it and added more.



Aint overcome yet the pain of busting those shoes though.



So anyways.
This post is boring even to me so maybe I'm gonna cut the crap and dive back into my books.



Yippee.