And here we go again...

Why did I go back to school?
Was that really necessary? I mean, really?
I have SO lost my momentum. It was there. I remember it being there. 
But now, as expected, it has moved on to other things.

Will Amina ever find something she wont get tired of doing for a longer amount of time?
No. Never. Never ever.
(the mothers biggest argument against me getting my first tatoo 4 years ago...maybe thats also why she never let me get a dog as a kid....)
There is NOTHING I do I do not get sick of doin. I get bored. Thats just who I am.

I get excited, I get overwhelmed, I let everybody know how excited I am, I get bored, I complain, I move on.

Woke up with a smile, thinking "ooooh, Im going to work today!" and then it hit me "urgh, before I go to work im going to....uni....."
Shouldnt it be the other way around?
In a normal persons mind, yes.

The meter is ticking, crap or get off the pot.

Yes, its 12,03Am and I should be in school.
I am not.
Sue me.

And thats how its done....

Its not healthy to be this proud of yourself. Seriously. Its disgusting. 

life of a hooter girl

- Hi how are you? What can I....?
- Im sorry, what?
- No, I just asked how you are tonight...?
- What?
- ?
-Im sorry, I cant hear a word you are saying your outfit is too distracting!
-Distracting in a good way?
- Nope


On my way home I also got asked "what I could do for 2,50?"
Note to self: do not walk home in your work clothes.
I wouldnt normally (learned that lesson couple of days ago), but yesterday I was in a hurry.

Will I ever change? nope.

No uni today, only work. At 4.
Oh goodness, whatever am I going to do with all my free time?
I had plans. Lots of plans! (such an overstatement)
I was going to do that, buy that, meet up with that....
Nope, didnt happen.
Suddenly its 2.30 and I realise I havent done shit.
I havent gotten dressed.
I havent eaten (not necessarily a bad thing. Jiggly ass is happy)
and I smell like ass...
Score!

Easy fixed....Except for the fact that I just spilled yoghurt all over my clothes.
How old am I?
Seriously...
the passport says 22, the insides says 43, the mind says 11

gimme some veg sausage

Just found the answer to all my prayers.
Canned baked beans with vegetarian sausages.
YES!
Student-food heaven, gastronomic exlosion!
In all excitement I threw the can away, but next time, oh next time I will take a picture!
Promise.
This is a Morrison secret that needs to be shared!

Im pretty sure that can contains all nutrions I need.

Temper tantrums....

Yesterday I was bitch-ness central, a walking bomb, temper tantrum to happen at any moment. (Again, why do I not have a boyfriend?)
Just not my day.
So were my dear estonian. Just not her day.
I get stubborn when im cranky, so does she.
With a quiet and "embarrassed to death" Maria in the middle we ended up getting into a very loud and agressive argument in one of our seminars.
About what?
Keeping up with the Kardashians.
One of my proudest moments. Ever.
I am, as known, pro celeb reality shows. 
She on the other hand, is against. 
Yes, it was a lovely moment.
Defending Kim Kardashian is what I do best.

A much needed nap and to-much-for-my-own-good-diet coke (and an appology) later, I was back to my charming self again, ready to go to work.

Sat exhausted in my work outfit on the nightbus home.
Facial expression: high as a kite. SO ready for my bed.
I did NOT smell like rasberries, my legs had grease stains from carrying trays with food and my hair had been rained on and had seen better days.
Result:
I got whissled at twice, got 3 winks, got 1 air-pussy-lick and I got honked at twice.
Seriously?
The last honk got a load and clear "bite me!" in return.


Another eventful day in London.

This is England

Woke up too early for my own good.
I blame the friggin sun that was, behold yourselves, shining.
I moved to England for a reason, this is not it.

I am celebrating spring by showing some skin.

Ive heard thats a winning concept.

and yes, I emptied that window frame from crap before taking that picture. 

Dont let me fool you.