gotta get down on friday

tip of the iceberg

it was black friday today and don't we fucking know it. those videos of people getting trampled and punched are really upsetting for a number of reasons - not just because it's people getting hurt but because it's such an ugly side of the human race. i'm already pretty certain we're all awful but days like today do nothing to invest more hope into us fucking cretins. i mean pulling a woman's hair to get her off of a TV with 15% off? go fuck yourself, you selfish, moronic, dishonourable mutant of a person. but, let's get back to business.

"what the fuck are you on about?"

i had a day off today, not realising it was black friday. i'd arranged to go shopping with an absolute diamond of a friend (hello petal) but that swiftly turned into an attempt to avoid the pillaged centre of bristol by hiding in primark and hoping for the best. turned out, i bought next to nothing and came away very very very very disappointed but over the moon to have spent some quality time with one of the few good people left on this planet.

never really needed these at all

before that, i had promised myself to sort at least one aspect of my life out - my eyesight. i got to specsavers and, evidently, it had been nearly 6 years since my last eye test (sidenote: they're meant to be every two) so it was a bit of a surprise to learn that my eyes are actually really shit. they're healthy, sure, but not very good at seeing things far away or up close or at all. what better to do than throw away £129 on some metal and glass that will hopefully make me not prone to life-threatening headaches and also give me the ability to see? get ready for next monday's blog when there's an inevitable speccy selfie.

finally, it's sort of an emo hour but not hugely, i made my way to the university of bristol and took part in an interview to do with self harm, suicide, the internet and social media. i'd been asked personally to take part after some of my children of the 90s questionnaires (i actually love COT90s, fuck the haters) were selected as relevant. i sat and spoke to our jane for nearly two hours all about what had happened, this little blog and the rest of the world. it was really enlightening and humbling to talk to someone who knows so much about that sort of thing and she even gave me a ten pound voucher at the end just for shits and giggles. THANKS JANE (really though, it was lovely).

there's not much else to talk about, even that was barely exciting, but "what the fuck is that song?"

not feeling gay enough today? well don't worry because "sweet talk" by australia's own samantha jade can remedy that. imagine teenage dream era katy perry meets ariana grande on top of a meghan trainor video sprinkled with enough generic pop moments to make sure you remember it forever and forget it immediately. this is how every friday should feel. for someone horrendous reason, maybe down to blogger's taste, the real life official video isn't available to upload but it's right here if you need some images to go alongside the overproduced, sickly sweet, almost shamazing music. EDIT: turns out, this girl can actually sing. here's the acoustic version where she nails every run, hand movement and whistle note. credit where it's due xo