Madge - what ARE you wearing?

Let me take through the last week of my life as we take a trip to a lil place I like to call 'Sazzletown'

Monday - Worked. Ate. Showered. Slept.

Tuesday - Got stuck in traffic queue for 2 & 1/2 hours. Late for meeting with uni tutor. Had meeting with uni tutor. Worked. Managed to do the equivalent of breaking Google. Ate. Slept.

Wednesday - Showered. Worked. Ate. Slept.

Thursday - Ate. Worked. Straightened hair. Went to a number of pubs (that number totalling three) with friends I hadn't seen in ages. A gaggle of 'bleeding' students invaded second pub in fancy dress (side note: My fav was The Killer Tomato). Was told by a man with bleached blonde hair to pat his mates arse as it was 'firm'. I thanked him for the tip. Accosted two minutes later by a drunk French man, possibly called Piere. He didn't understand the phrase 'party animal', so I decided the culture gap was too wide. Went on to club where my friends didn't really understand my ironic dancing. Had the following exchange with a Spencer-Moon-a-like:
Spencer: What's your name? I was talking to you earlier.
Me: Sarah. I remember you walked off in a bit of a huff.
Spencer: I wasn't in a huff. I was getting a drink.
Me: Oh (note the witty repartee)
Spencer [holds out his hands. I proceed to give him '10'. Spencer then grabs my hands]: Look 'Sarah' I like you. I like your hair and your clothes
Me: Excellent, well thats in the bag. We've got that sorted. My hair and clothes thank you. You're a bit snazzy yourself
Spencer: Well, I'm not. I'm not indie like you I'm a bit 'wheyy'
Me: Oh.
And yet, despite my killer lines, nothing happened with Mr Moon. Shocking. Went home. Tried to sleep but couldn't as had 'Girls on Film' by Duran Duran in head. Eventually slept.

Friday - Had the busiest, most stressful day working ever (including Record Shop duties over the Christmas period). At the last minute the schedule I'd been coordinating since 10am was cancelled. Got slightly hysterical. Went to mates house. Watched Most Haunted Live. Decided once and for all that Derek Acorah is shit. Drove home with IBYLGOTD by Arctic Monkeys playing really loud and was so busy drive-dancing that I nearly ran over a cat. Slept.

Saturday - Shopped. Ate. Watched The Breakfast Club. Read The Guardian, Heat, and NME. Got a bit tarted up. Went to pub. Decided with Kes on the best bands in the world ever (though the actual bands we decided on elude me now). Went home. Made popcorn. Watched Fight Club. Slept. Dreamt about gay university lecturer that I have a crush on. We were on holiday in Slovakia.

Sunday - Bought some mittens. Ate. Typed up week I'd had in list type fashion on laptop.

And people criticise blogs for being self-indulgent, boring, crappy pap. Ha!