J.campbell... which should I buy?

$1 US = 97 Aus cents......So no killing my bank account. Hello online shopping.

Happy October!

I thought I'd turn this into a shoe blog as it's never really had a purpose. From the 1st of Nov... in 30 days time, this will be the case. Maybe not just shoes, but shoes and something... else.

November 1st, bring on 4 months of summer holidays.

No more uni, no more piano (for uni assessments - piano never ends, you can't stop), no essays~!

Time to shape up, buy a bikini etc. Colour hair? Something summery?

I really like the honey and golden browns with a bit of blonde. My issue is I have dark brows

Pretty slack on the posts. But i've had no time to procrastinate.

However.. I have had time to buy shoes...

1. $42 Thigh high bargain boots ($300, reduced to $120, half price ...$60...with a further 30% off. &(*#*&(#)

2. Tony Bianco 'Kat' Wedges. $105. Through contacts.

Love life!

I am extremely keen on purchasing a pair of platform clogs for summer. Also some more little flat booties suitable for the summer festivies. solestruck.com stop tempting me.

But really, new flat boots. These little babies are taking a bashing.

...So, I think it's time to find another pair to make these ones last longer.

At least that is how I will justify it when it comes to purchasing ....

I'll miss this.

The second happiest day of the month.
The happiest will be when the postal van pulls up outside my house with my parcel from the US.
My babies are on the way.

Sunday Morning, 12:35am.

Ranting to a blog, I'm struggling to breathe at night, as in.. physically breathe.
Heavy chest, aching throat. I'm all aches and pains. Bitch bitch complain bitch.
But I'd rather rant to a blog-post (that I highly doubt anyone will ever read), than an actual human being.
It's not a secret. The cough, and the now husky, scratchy, manly sounding voice..are what give me away.
What is not common knowledge, is that I feel as though I am gasping for air. Breathing is becoming a painful chore.
I feel worse than better. And I am exhausted.

Aw geez.

Doutzen Kroes

I have no shoes to post about this week.
As it's all uni uni uni.
Essay essay essay.
Piano piano piano.

And I just saw a picture of the most amazingly good looking girl that I've ever seen.
Another naturally beautiful skinny model-esque female..
As if I didn't already feel down enough on myself, the Miranda Kerr look-alikes of the world parading around only amplifies my disphoria by..oh at least ten thousand.
Not saying it's their fault for possessing such captivating features on top of their statuesque physique(s).
Like you Tallulah Morton...

..and you, mystery girl #1 and #2

and you, Frida Gustavsson.

1 gram of alcohol= 7 calories = 29kj
I can't even drink away my sorrows...

Prrreeetty Please!

I know i've already posted this on one of my many wish-lists, but i've been doing some thinking..
and i've come to the conclusion that I would actually die for these shoes.
I don't care if they're 'sooo last season,' they are amazing and they're Chloe Sevigny.

Please, anyone, someone feeling generous.... out of the goodness of your heart, buy them for me in a size 39? ..If by any chance you have a spare $600 lying around.
If thats too much of a stretch.. maybe eBay? $300? I don't care if they've been worn, I would be eternally grateful. Ybway hetway ayway.. It's my birthday on June 4th, perfect gift idea!?!!?!

I'm thinking perhaps this blog should have a purpose. And perhaps that purpose is shoes.
My obsession is unhealthy. I have an intense infatuation with shoes. And a yearning to purchase. (This is damaging.)
One cannot describe with words the sense of euphoria that overwhelms me once I have set foot inside a shoe shop.
If somebody loves me, they would buy me those shoes, and I would wear them for the rest of my life.

Oh Kaya, kaya,..kaya..kaya

Kaya Scodelario. Oh you minx, you.

I'm fine

Fine night. Fine dinner. Fine ladies. Fine company.It's all fine.
It came to my attention today that when I listen to music.. I never listen to the lyrics.
Almost never. Except this song..... Translate it, its dirty.

Dans la Mecro Benz - Benjamin Biolay

Petite princesse
Ma beauté, ma promesse
Ma petite faiblesse
Ma plus belle histoire de fesses
Dans ma mercedes
C'est de l'espoir que je caresse
Souvenir suprême de mon plus beau problème
Dans ton abdomen, tout nouveau spécimen
Joue à la crème
C'est de l'espoir que je promène

Mon amour hélas
Le temps passe…

Petite princesse
C'est pas l'heure de la grand-messe
Charmante hôtesse
Qu'as-tu fait de ta jeunesse?
Dans la Merco Benz
C'est de l'espoir que je caresse

Petite connasse
Pourquoi tu fais ta radasse
Petite pétasse
Qui montre rien en surface
Qui veut qu'on l'embrasse encore
L'embrasse encore

Mon amour hélas
Le temps passe…

Watch and listen here, You know you want to..

Shoe Addict?

This weeks impulse buy:

Thank you Wittner. Thank you again for not costing me $200.

I really cannot afford to keep spending the way I do.

My next splurge until the end of the year *scoff*, will be a lovely pair of boots..
.. to get me through winter and then the end of the year when I venture on to Italy.

This is my number one pick, from Sportsgirl for $150.

And here we have more great shoes on my wish list. http://www.dinsko.se/

I'd buy online, but I cannot find the English button... ahhh

#1 Thought of the day

Answer me this:

Why do shit things always happen to good people?

Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life...You give them a piece of you. They didn't ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn't your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like 'maybe we should be just friends' turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It's a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love.