this tiara obsession

...so the week before last, I bought a tiara. Just too late to wear to my summer ball at College, but I probably wouldn't have worn it anyway because it is quite distressed and wearing a mask and tiara would have been too much headgear to be elegant. But I would have liked to see how it looked nestled amongst the curls I had that night.

I love my tiara. I wear it a lot indoors, and yesterday I took it with me to have dinner with my friends. I didn't wear it outside the restaurant. It's funny how some things make me come over all shy and others have no effect on me at all. I loved going around London last week with balloons (pictures to come once I get permission) and had no shame about telling the boys who repeatedly asked us for balloons that no, they were MY balloons. Mine mine mine. However, I do like sharing the joy of the tiara. My sister looks especially cute with it on.

Here is a photo of me and tiara, taken last night on one of the iMacs in College.


_{I'm not a princess, I'm a goddess. Bow down and worship me, bitch.}

Aren't we lovely together? I have always really liked tiaras and never had the occasion to buy myself one but then there was this pretty thing in a charity shop window for £1.95 and we had to be together.

I just finished eating a packet of Walkers Sensations Lime and Thai Spices crisps. They made my day, along with finding the last Don't Panic pack in the students' union when I dived in to find one earlier.

It's the last day of term, things are probably going to get a lot quieter around here. In the absense of a job, I shall blog.