because today i made cool hair.

i am oficially the worst blogger ever.

so ive decided i have the smallest attention span ever, everything i begin i never seem to be able to fully maintain, keep or complete. i annoy myself honestly.
and this is just another one of those things.
so what has happened since i last posted, i went to London again and it was beautiful, i saw the script and eliza doolittle live, both are ridiculously amazing and left me loving them more than i did before hand (danny o'donoghue has no idea yet that we have an arranged marriage)
Oh! i had a spanish exchange, that was lovely, to be able to speak my favourite language solidly for a week both benefits me academically and makes me fall in love with the beauty of the one thing im passionate about even further. plus the kid was pretty cool.
finally it was my birthday, and that really was beyond anything. My friends defy the word perfect and they gave me a birthday i will never forget by celebrating it in true worm fashion, cake, streamers, SPARKLERS. just wow. they're the biggest bunch of thoughtful softies ever, and i thank god for them everyday.
ive got a tough week ahead, 2 exams. jeez. so i probably wont write.
who am i kidding, its more likely to be a month anyway.
loveeeeee.

I AM A SINNER.

ridiculous amount of time since i last wrote this, slap my wrists and call me naughty.
okay that sounded sick, you know what i mean, so for the majority of the time that ive neglected you my little blog i have been stupidly busy and then for the rest of the week and a bit, i had a horrific dose of CBA syndrome.
i went to Londres and it was amazing, it made me realise how much of a lucky girl i am, to have the most fabulous mother that she books me into my favourite shows, i saw wicked, legally blonde and the lion king and they were all phenomenal. The only downfall they ever have is the fact i leave the theatre more upset than excited, knowing that the one thing i want most in the world is ridiculously impossibleeee.
then, hmm, what else has occupied my time...ive been to work a lot? that isnt so nice, i adore the fact the cinema that i work in used to be a theatre it helps me feel at home, but at the same time the possibility of ghosts and crazy things hiding behind corners gives me goosebumps.
Im off to london again on wednesday and i cant wait, these few weeks are turning into beautiful memories.

we went to london, and didnt buy a heat magazine.

my girls, mis chicas, yangu wasichana

I am so very lucky to have some of the most beautiful girls as my best friends, they keep me happy, strong, and laughing which i owe them everyday for. Ive had a gorgeous day with my haskers and spent the night at emmers on sunday night, 4 of the most important people to me. This may potentially be one of the shortest and soppiest blog posts i have written so far but i cannot see what more i can write other than what i just have, and to brag about having the best people i have ever met close to me constantly.
sisi ni kweli mashoga
-Swahili, the language of harah.

'baby, kisses dont lie'

first day i didn't write yesterday dun dun dunnnnnnnn. But in my defense it was for good reason i had a wonderful night out with some of the chicas, and i managed to bump into so many people i very rarely get to see and it was beyond lovely, it was a chance to have a drunken catch up and do lots of girly kissing and cuddling and it was just what the doctor ordered.

and then today - today i have done nothing, absolutely nothing. such a regret now due to the fact i know that today was my only proper day to get some work done, and i have done exactly nothing. well done sarah, give yourself an almighty pat on the back.

'we're just two friends, two good friends, two best friends'

my lob yogurt

Hannah - noun - the most amazing best friend, my best friend, words cant even describe her so this definition is pointless, loved for the wonderful surprises she springs on me and the way she never fails to know how to cheer me up, the person i come to first with any news, problem or issue, the person i spend most of my time with, the person who i know will always be there to point out the new spots on my face, or call me a slag when necessary, to become protective over me, to buy my dinner when i'm skint, to use all my face-wipes, to beg for a Sarah made toasty, to shake junk with, to get down to a bit of jess, to spoon when we're drunk, to mock my hat from greece, to argue jacob is better than edward, or to fall in love with charlie st. cloud with, let me stay at her house on a weeknight, to let me use her toothbrush,  to take me to the hospital when i break my bones, a sister to me, and a perfect one at that.

'jealousy's the ugliest trait'

so, i am jealous. like really jealous. like annoying jealous, of my nineteen year old brother who witnessed the genius that is Frank Turner in York yesterday. My friend hannah and i were dead set on going but had zero method of transport and tickets sold out like god knows what, so the fact my brother got his hands on one or two made me even more well, jealous. I'd love to see Frank so much, but always miss the opportunity for the simplest of reasons, all i'd really like is to be in his presence as he sings the beautiful compositions that always make me feel like i've had a slap in the face when ive finished listening to the album. In a good way of course, like he's yelling at me to pull myself the hell together, after all 'the only thing thats left to do is live.'
Also i am deeeeesperate to see Never Let Me Go, i started reading the book and its so enticing and originally beautiful that ive gotten far too impatient and just was to delve into it right now. like right now. The actors are cast so brilliantly, that there is not chance in hell the film cannot be a success, but i suppose the fact it opened London film festival says it all, so my conclusion is that i will treat a friend to see it, maybe tuesday, for free - the perks of being an Odeon employee.

utter beauty