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Florida Weather, All Year Round: Lookbook No.20

Hiii to anyone reading,

If you have read any of my past trash, you know how it goes: I’m emerging from hibernation as if it hasn’t been half a century since I last posted, popping up on your dashboard like that glamorous, eccentric aunty you know more about from the family gossip than you do the woman herself. After alllll these months of living my best hypothetical Christine Baranski in Mamma Mia life, I’m here to say to anyone who hasn’t tuned out already: I HOPE YOU ARE WELL<3

^Let me just say, the above has absolutely no relevance to this post but I was searching for a Donna GIF and it just felt correct.

To the point-that was very much a hypothetical scenario because god, if only being a groovy cougar in Greece was the reason I’ve had no time to post. The reality is either the terrifyingly quick pace with which life seems to move these days or awful time management skills. I think everyone that knows me would say it’s the latter but it’s NOT! I am organised AF! It’s probably all the unnecessary organising that’s costing me all my time in the first place. I fucking love making a list, okay! I’m a Capricorn sun and a Virgo moon! The stars doomed me to be this way!

What I’m trying to say is the gap in between posts (I hope the friends I don’t end up seeing for months know this too, sad times) should never be taken to indicate a loss of interest-I have, like, 4 different drafts on the go at once, none of which there ever seems to be time to actually sit down and finish. What started off as a 2020 films tier ranking and quickly became a 2020 AND 2021 tilm tier ranking looks like it’s set to become a 2020, 2021 AND 2022 film tier ranking. I’ve scrapped my alphabetically ordered F/W22 collections posts and have just decided to start a whole new A-Z for the entire year instead, and include the F/W22 designers I didn’t get round to in that.

Because as much as it pains me deep in my soul to not finish something in the way I started, EVERYTHING IS MOVING TOO QUICKLY. SO QUICKLY. This is a post right here that initially referenced the transitional period between summer and winter and yet here I am posting it in April. For once I am glad for the tempestuous nature of the British climate because given good old Mother Nature, bored of our planet destroying ways as ever, seems to use a coin toss to decide between warmth and artic rain on a daily fucking basis we have a bunch of outfits here with options that vary in their level of appropriateness by the hour.

I hadn’t even finished putting the photosets for F/W22 together when I saw that PRE-FALL 2023 collections were being uploaded. Kinda feels like the universe is giving us all a reverse c-section and sticking a foetus in our wombs whilst we’re still halfway through giving birth to a set of twins. I know I went perhaps a little overboard with the imagery there but tell me I’m wrong. May as well just throw in the towel and accept by the time I get round to doing a film-related post it’ll probably be along the lines of “Every Film, All the Films, Not Quite at Once: Movies of the 2020s, Tier Ranked”.

Really can’t believe I thought doing, like, one less shift in retail a week than during first year was going to be the key to me living the whole “dark academia” student life fantasy. I have some much nicer imagery for how it was all gonna go this year in my head: sitting in a window seat in a perfectly executed pre-planned outfit with a piping hot hummus and chipotle wrap and an oat milk cappuccino next to me in any given one of the literal hundreds of thousands of Prets lining London’s streets (which I can only assume double up as facades to hide underground dens where the city’s reptilian humanoid population of politicians and royals and oligarchs breed their young xo) because I managed my money carefully enough to get a subscription and my time well enough to where this would be the point in the day at which I would finish up the additional topic reading because oh, HONEY! I finished off that coursework WEEKS ago! Now onto leisurely drafting my 3rd Tumblr post of the week! As it turns out, any improved money management skills, skim reading abilities and spontaneous Pret wraps have been nullified by a crashing economy, an inhumane amount of course content and an ever increasingly horrible attitude towards food. But you live and you learn! Or in my case, you realise the only way you’ll ever get ANY posts finished is if you…repurpose them a bit and somehow merge about 3 of them into one.

It just so happens that with Spring sales (like…did we not only just enter spring?) in full effect already, the point I opened with in this post I started on Black Friday (I remember thinking how the fuck is it the end of November already and now it’s 2023, lol), still stands. Don’t even get me started on the kinds of prices online retailers are flogging coats for-I understand the temptation when it’s still THIS cold some days, I really do. Garments that boasted price tags of £70+ for their quality slashed by ASOS about 5 times a day with the cascade of emails reminding you to boot. I continue to feel disappointed by what’s actually on sale and tbh, baffled as to where half the stuff that seems to be reduced was hiding whenever I browsed said online retailer’s site on any other non-sale day. In some ways, the stars are kind of aligned by the capitalist powers of the universe that be because despite starting this post in September, given the elephant in the room of how the climate confusion is making playing into the hands of fast fashion and it’s constant utilisation of the “flash sale” all the more tempting, combining a restyling for the weather outfits post and a reminder that YOU DO NOT NEED BUY THE ENTIRETY OF THE MAKE ROOM FOR SUMMER SALE LINE NOW! is eternally appropriate. You may tell yourself that you still need these cheap winter clothes and sure, it makes sense to make sure you’re prepared with some layers but that nasty parka that’s going for £15? No!

YOU DO NOT NEED A WHOLE NEW WARDROBE FULL OF THINGS ASOS/PLT/MISSGUIDED/BOOHOO ETC. ETC. ETC. ARE TRYING TO CONVINCE YOU YOU WOULD HAVE BOUGHT ANYWAY! We do not need to help them justify their excessive production by making up the figures a greedy exec will point to in a boardroom when they’re arguing “it will all sell eventually but this is why we have to keep paying garment workers pittance! tehe! MARGINS, FELLAS!”

I know we’re talking ancient history at this point but to take it back to November, how is Black Friday-the operative part of the phrase being Fri”DAY” here-somehow now dragged out for.2 fucking weeks? What is a pre-Black Friday sale? What the fuck is “Cyber Monday”!? CYBER WEEK!?! Madness, luv. Despite all the delays, at least this post will be out in time to talk you out of making final clearance sale purchases because they are the worst of the worst. This is what they’ve been trying DESPERATELY to get rid off since then.

Time flying by may partially be a me being overwhelmed thing but it’s not a hot take that the fast fashion cycle is getting out of hand. On the one hand, when the FW23 collections are coming to their end already (I hate it but I also love fashion week, the cognitive load of this ethical dilemma is hefty), is there any wonder? But on the other, WHY ARE WE BUYING THIS SHIT. Retailers are banking on this mindset they've helped create which is that we’re going to buy as much stuff as we possibly can whilst it’s cheap so we don’t miss out on any trend before the next stock drop and “new office party goodies girlies xoxo’” 1). Not questioning whether we actually want it in the first place or 2). Thinking about how it’s the mindless buying of short-lived “trend” pieces in particular that are the driving force behind the sloppy mass production methods reliant on exploiting textile workers and natural recourses. Treat yourself, but don’t alwayssss do it by giving these people MORE money. Look at all these Depop/Vinted beautiessss I have liked over the last couple of months!

And some fabuloussss shops too:

If your good deed for the day is going ya know what, I’m gonna look for something like this on Depop first (if you have time), you’re winning!

I’m not saying this to be like “fuck you for shopping at ASOS”, YOU ARE ALLOWED TO DO THINGS THAT MAKE YOU HAPPY AND IF FASHION IS SOMETHING YOU’RE INTERESTED IN THEN BY ALL MEANS TREAT YOURSELF NOW AND AGAIN! God knows I went ham with the ASOS vouchers I accumulated from others over the Christmas/birthday period (apologies to everyone who knows me for having the 2 so close together, it was not my call to be born in the most depressing month of the year, honestly), but I’m saying when you’re buying stuff just because it’s cheap, the only people that benefit from that in the long term is people who are sat on like…mountains of benefit already. The irony is not lost on me that I’m about to use outfits I wore at the capitalist Mecca that is Disneyland to demonstrate my point that the idea a piece of clothing becomes redundant when it’s “out of season” is a narrative designed to line pockets but we’re not going to fix an entire wealth-dependent power structure by depriving ourselves of everything that brings us joy in life and unfortunately, I’m not going to disassemble Disney’s empire by boycotting the parks. The internet can bully Disney Adults to its heart’s content but I think we’re too far along for it to do any good at this point. Let middle aged people wear their Tinkerbell slogan tees in peace; I’m not one of them but it just can’t be denied those parks are a magical place where the streets are paved with childhood nostalgia. BTW, Walt, if you are cryogenically frozen somewhere and stumble across this post once they resuscitate you, don’t even think about co-opting that line. It’s my intellectual property now!

Anyway, not to get too off track (potentially too late on that one as well), but there’s probably no better evidence of how you can take pretty much any piece of “summer” clothing and make it appropriate for your standard, miserable English winter than the following attempt to restyle, with the help of Vinted/Depop listings only, the purchases I made specifically to wear to the happiest, hottest place on earth throughout this period of eternal suffering which is also known as November through to March/early April. Yep, we’re almost out of the woods, guys! Which means they can serve as a reminder for life sans 5 layers of clothing on top too. Continuing with the theme of reminiscing on simpler, happier times, I’ve done this through the VERY early 2010s medium of Polyvore influenced collages, mostly because I couldn’t think of any better way to do it. No, you won’t catch me welling up over old relationships and dead pets but watch me bring myself to tears reminiscing over galaxy print backgrounds and WeHeartIt. In case my yearning for the times when we could all collage to our hearts content without any expectations of turning out masterpieces wasn’t clear, please enjoy my very “graphic design is my passion” infused explorations of Photoshop too, which is to say the 3 other “summery” outfits I dressed up for winter which was the original basis for this post pre-decision to work the Disney wardrobe into it too.

-credit: floral background image from Tumblr user @happyheidi, cottage image “, rain background image from Pinterest user @kiiiriin, enjoy nature graphic from Instagram account @jzcreativespace, DVD stack graphic from Twitter user @shawnmansfield, cute as hell graphic from Instagram account @thepulpgirls & 3 eyed woman illustration “-

Of course I added a lens flare effect and made my text 3D, baby! No doubt I’ll come back to this post and cringe at my editing at a later point as I did mere moments ago when looking back at the festival lookbook I did last summer, and as I did like 2 days ago before I made a slight change to this very image but we move:) To be uncharacteristically glass half-full about things, that means I must have gotten marginally less over-enthusiastic, even if the 3D text says otherwise.

But back to the clothes, everything shown is Depop, apart from a couple of things. For starters, the boots for the winter look are ASOS, who I’m not gonna lie, are very reliable for coming through with a wickedly chunky but always comfortable pair of shoes. I’ve always felt super self-conscious in a “statement” shoe, like there’s something about a thigh high boot or a platform heel that doesn’t fit that has me paranoid about looking like I’m a 5 year old girl that raided her mum’s wardrobe and got caught playing dress up, but when they actually serve their function, I forget that I’m not just wearing my dirty Air Max. Every now and again I’ll play myself a little mental rendition of These Boots are Made for Walkin, but that’s a break from the doom spiralling internal monologue that I actually look forward to:D The headscarf I found at a charity shop in the town centre, one of the few good things I’ve managed to pick out in the last year because despite their abundance I feel like the people who work in these shops have really misjudged their response to the rise in their popularity amongst “the youth” by moving towards stocking as many of the clothes fast fashion retailers sold a couple of years ago as humanly possible. Girlies! We’re here for the granny cardigans! Not Zara summer 2021! And then my beloved Regal Rose choker which snapped about a month ago and which I continue to mourn. My other Regal Rose jewellery were defo side-eyeing me when I bought couple of new pieces from there. Picture the cheating dad’s children’s faces as he introduces them to the new girlfriend. Barely concealed distrust and disapproval.

If the Disney content is gonna give you the same look on your face, maybe avert your eyes because this is the part where I welcome you to the visual recap of my foray into the consumerist Utopia we all know and love: Disneyworld! She robbed me and manipulated me into thinking all was right with the world for 2 weeks straight before plunging me into the depths of hell, but omg I’d do it all over again. Guilty as charged, I Iived like one of those Disney adults I just denigrated for 14 days, and returning to my normal form had me feeling like I’d just ended a toxic relationship. The delusion she’ll take me back one day is currently keeping me going through the hellscape my sister and I returned to the moment the plane wheels hit the tarmac at Heathrow airport. I’m not even going to go into how fucking terrible things are right now; honestly I just end up getting angry and hopeless and my existential dread anxiety goes into overdrive, and you all know anyway.

Day 1, 22nd June 2022: Magic Kingdom

First official day in the parks and I was whipping out the Levis. If you’re in Florida and you’re NOT taking advantage of the tanning opportunities born of 35 degree heat, then you’re just suffering, aren’t you?

This was when we were young, and naive, and thought we could last a whole day out in the park without becoming slightly deranged. 8 hours out in direct sunlight is a lottt. I didn’t wanna make this a “Travel guide” kind of posts because there are a million of them out there for Disney that are MUCH more informative than mine but if you do have enough time there, and you can stretch to pay the little bit extra for a park hopper, do it! Ideally, you get there for early hours, go on a couple of the rides whose queues be looking like the Dante’s inferno painting by midday, leave the park to chill by the nearest spot of cold water (hotel pool if you’re lucky!) you can find, and return later for a nice dinner and a couple of low key rides. When you’re in the parks at these quieter times, the Disneyworld app works like a dream; you can get an idea of queue times, pick fast passes for the typically busy things whilst they’re available which aren’t a ridiculous amount of hours in advance, and all in all just enjoy the actual atmosphere of the park that a bit of spontaneity allows. Treating it like a marathon where you have to do EVERYTHING asap is really draining all the fun out of it, and though you might think you’re missing out if you don’t get to go on one ride, trust me that the 7 family arguments ensuing at the end of the day in the scenario where everyone’s run off their feet and dealing with mild cases of sunstroke is a worthy trade off.

Day 3, 24th June 2022: Magic Kingdom (& a little Hollywood Studios)

-credit: heart background from Pinterest user Débora Marques-

-side note here: if you’re wondering where this sudden proliferation of vinted pieces is coming from, just have a browse on there, because it’s quick replaced Depop as my favourite second hand clothes recourse bank. It is definitely more affordable than Depop, has a lot less dropshipping, isn’t full of the Urban Outfitters/Brandy Melville resellers that inflate prices, anddd most importantly, has a search function which isn’t rendered completely useless by people spamming with unrelated hashtags to get their stuff at the top of every list possible-

The point is, Disney was a brief reprieve that should go against alllll my principles, but a bit of escapism is what my chronically anxious self needed. This isn’t a matter of framing this existential dread that stems from the state of the world and all the corruption and the suffering and the dying fucking planet (whoops, I’ll stop myself here) some self-sacrificial moral choice which entitled me to this ridiculously indulgent holiday, it is just a really unhelpful hard-wired personality trait that has me obsessing over the fact that we’re in the end times and feeling like there’s nothing we can do as individuals to stop it. If anyone wants to point out the irony in the fact that good food and quick thrills and fashion (insofar as spending your money in any big chain is pretty much fuelling the late capitalist machinery that is killing us all, ya know), something that this holiday managed to roll all into one, is like the absolute least productive response to that, be my guest, because babes, I know. But we all need to immerse ourselves in denial of the childhood nostalgia strain from time to time.

Day 4, 25th June 2022: Magic Kingdom

-credit: acrylic art background image from Instagram account @soleoado-

And childhood nostalgia is a little ruined by a full face of makeup sometimes you know; getting up early to do it resembles a responsible adult’s preparation routine for their 9-5 a little too closely for my liking. Accordingly, on our next magic kingdom day, I dressed like a child, and stand by my choice to do so because a collared blouse and a plaid summer dress still go hard as they did when it finally got warm enough to whack them out at primary school. Hard as in really cute and functional:) you cannot possibly commit to putting a princess level of effort into what you’re wearing everyday. At a certain point I just accepted there would be some rough photos taken on this trip, which would subsequently end up on my mum’s Facebook once I sent them to her back in England for the regular required updates and well…sometimes the ones you love the most have the sharpest knives <\3 the truth, of your sweaty face, hurts.

I haddd planned to structure these Disney outfits in chronological order one day at a time but then I had the magnificent idea of doing a ride tier ranking and since I had Magic Kingdom on the brain from the first look I included I thought I’d lean into it and just go park by park hence the jumping around a bit from here.

Ride tier, I heard you asking?

No, I’m not experiencing acute onset auditory hallucinations, don’t worry, just making the presumption everyone loves a tier ranking as much as I do; here they are for magic kingdom.

I’m! Transcending! (AKA. God tier):

The kind of ride that has you walking off it like you’re auditioning to play Owen Wilson in the feature length biopic known simply as “wowwwww!” which constitutes 2 hours and 30 minutes of him saying nothing but that over and over again.

I am gonna start off tier ranking by cheating a little and giving Magic Kingdom as a whole my first God tier ranking. It doesn’t necessarily have any individual I’m! Transcending! Level rides if you’re a little bit of an adrenaline junkie like myself. It is something that is decreasing with age so I like to make the most of my ability to ride the speedy loopy doopy curly wurly ones whilst I can, lol. I used to moan at my parents for claiming they couldn’t hack that particular breed of theme park attraction anymore because of their backs and I have to apologise because I GET IT NOW! AND EW! As the thorny roots of a quarter life crisis begin to burrow down into my soul, I’m realising I cannot bounce back from being thrown around like that (tehe) like I used to. Many a mealtime was scheduled on the basis of how disruptive the digestive process can be to one’s enjoyment of a high speed ride.

But anyway, let me justify my bending the rules-Magic Kingdom, on a good day, is just truly magical. It really is like being in a dream. Whilst the different themed “worlds” aren’t in themselves conceptually groundbreaking (which theme park doesn’t have an ambiguously “exotic” world or a Wild West area), they are all visually spectacular. Add to that the soundtrack and the food stalls and the street performers, and when you’re not sandwiched in with a heaving crowd of sweaty, boisterous American families, the result is a totally immersive experience. Walking into the park and finding yourself on Main Street with the smell of the ice cream parlour wafting towards you, passing all these painstakingly arranged florwerbeds and topiaries and old timey store fronts, to end up facing a castle straight out of an illustrated fairytale book is an experience you can’t not associate with pure, child-like joy. I mean, once you go into one of the stores for a browse and see the ridiculously overpriced merchandise and think jesus fucking christ what a CASHGRAB this place is, you’re reminded where you are and the magic dies a little but there ya go. The initial rush of pure, unadulterated nostalgia is lovely whilst it lasts.

Don’t get me wrong, on a busy day, you could make a case for the park being demonic tier. You feel like you’re going to end up in a human crush at any second. Screaming kids EVERYWHERE. 2 hour queues for fucking everything, many of which stretch out of the designated areas and end up slap bang in the direct line of the sun. Our first day at Magic Kingdom was amazing until it got to around lunchtime and the crowd levels peaked, and by the time we sat down to have dinner in Disney Springs (more on that later), I feel like the intensity of the day hit us and the energy was NOT good. After missing the fireworks and riding Buzz Lightyear’s Space Ranger Spin in aggravated near silence, the chaotic half an hour wait for a single drink in the Main Street Starbucks truly pushed my sister over the edge. Honestly, these staff would not SURVIVE in a UK Starbs or Pret. It’s not out of the ordinary in London to see a pair of teenagers juggling a queue of 20 whilst simultaneously fulfilling a never ending stream of Deliveroo orders (as someone whose grocery store is SEVERELY understaffed and also offers Deliveroo, Uber Eats and Just Eat now, I truly feel their pain) and somehow, despite the obvious stress, still managing to get what is essentially a conveyor belt of coffee going. In the Disney parks, we’re talking about 7 members of staff taking 15 minutes to make 2 drinks. They are surprisingly inefficient at dealing with any surge in customers, it seems, which is odd considering just how many people do visit Magic Kingdom on a daily basis. But yeah, huge potential for demonic tier if you’re not expecting it to be too busy.

The Inbetween(ers):

The always the bridesmaid never the bride (also known as a Simon Cooper character study) tier.

Haunted Mansion: I will attempt to be strict with tier ranking principles from here on out (mostly), but before we move on allow me to assign a final questionable ranking of I’m! ALMOSTTTT Transcending! To the Haunted Mansion; I’ve gone on it a few times now over the last 18 years since we first went to a Disney Park because they have them at a couple of their other Magic Kingdoms, and the attention to detail is never lost on me. She’s an enchantingly spooky queen of a ride.

Why the haunted mansion is so close to my heart is kinda self-explanatory, on the grounds that I too aim to channel spooky queen energy. Like I said, it is an absolute feast for the eyes. I used to be scared shitless of it after riding the Florida version specifically as an 8 year old for on our childhood trip to Disney World and for a few years point blank refused to ride it at the other Disney parks. On those grounds you could probs call this a return to the scene of the crime, right? To be fair, these refusals were in the context of the adolescent period where I hardcore believed in ghosts and had read too many stories about people throwing their relative’s ashes out of their doom buggies. For a solid 3 years I had panic attacks in the middle of the night believing I was being watched by that devil from the first Insidious film, okay?! I know I was not the only one!!! It’s weird how as my love for anything horror has grown, so has my absolute skepticism. But being desensitised to the concept of fear at this point I just get to take in the sets and the projections in all their magically dark glory.

Bestie Behaviour (AKA. Good Tier):

A reliable fave, not mind-blowing, but you know it’s there for a good time.

Big Thunder Mountain: always fun. Like never once have I gone on it and regretted waiting in the queue. Rode it one of the quieter evenings on this trip using a last minute fast pass (like I said, good ones pop spontaneously during quieter times so make the most of it!) and ended up sat at the back and tbh, if every experience was like that one, it would be solid I’m! transcending! tier.

Pirates of the Caribbean: l don’t know why this one is so beloved. I think it’s because it’is the one ride we have never visited Disney without riding so walking into that queue tends to trigger that sense of coming home.

Buzz Lightyear’s Space Ranger Spin: my feelings towards this ride are best summed up by the following Dee Reynolds quote:

Seven Dwarves Mine Train: cute and fun. Not thrilling but v enjoyable. Would I wait 2 hours for it now I’ve been on it again? Probs not. Not to drone on about it because I do accept that queuing is a part of visiting any theme park but there’s something about the WDW Florida queues that threaten to drain every last morsel of that child-like wonder out of your body. It sounds counterintuitive that Disney would be my dream holiday given I’m not the most tolerant of kids and their shenanigans but my godddd, are they annoying in the queues. It’s not even them I blame so much as the parents, like I get you’re on holiday but why are you letting them run around like rabid dogs? Still not worse than the dog owners that let their dogs lick your face and then tell you it’s because the dog likes you though, I will say that.

You’re Alright Babes xo (AKA. Mid Tier):

Is to a Disney ride tier ranking what Boots’ offerings are to the Great British Meal Deal hierarchy. Occasionally great entry, but mostly meh.

Jungle Cruise: I guess this where stand up comedians who have fallen on the sword of controversy avoidance go to die. Ridiculous wait time too. But it did have all the trappings of a Disney classic which I’d probably appreciate more if it weren’t for the self-imposed awareness of the scripted element from watching Tim Tracker blogs for years (guilty as charged); in all fairness, our assigned guide shouldn’t be the one to atone for my sins, she was a natural and did a great job. She convinced me she was enjoying herself anyway so I did too. It COULD go in the update, I beg tier (coming up next) given the new Jungle Cruise films are the perfect excuse to build on a cool concept rendered slightly dull by age buut idk, I feel it would take the fun out of it and there’s no way they wouldn’t slash costs by using a Dwayne Johnson hologram to “move on” the staff. For the sake of their continued employment, no update needed.

Carousel of Progress: look, on paper this ride hits all the criteria for the update, I beg tier. But I can’t put it in there. The roasting potential of its current format is infinite.

Update, I beg:

I.E requires Yassification™

Splash Mountain: what in the racially charged undertones is this hot mess?! Big ick. And kids ride it day in day out!!! Everywhere you look it’s like creepy animatronics! Suspiciously stereotypically race coded ones! And a VERY anticlimactic drop! Minus the lack of water which is just a matter of being a whopping disappointment when you want to cool down, the rest of these things make this the most emphatic update, I beg ranking that I’ll assign throughout this post. You can’t not feel uncomfortable or say people read too much into it with the claims made about this ride given the provenance of the theming’s source material. Bring on the Princess and the Frog rebrand! I’m usually against the classics being replaced (the Great Movie Ride facing the chop in favour of Mickey and Minnie’s Runaway Railroad or whatever it’s called being the PEAK example of this but let me compose myself before I rage about THAT) but this is very much needed and The Princess & the Frog feels like a modern classic that fits right in with the old Disney aesthetic anyway.

Space Mountain: This has the potential to be a great ride if they made it a bit smoother and updated the graphics . It’s giving X: No Way Out at Thorpe park without the 90s dance music and the really half arsed flashing lights that make it kind of endearingly shite. Like, the people behind that…they really, really tried didn’t they. They said, 90s warehouse rave or bust. And then halfway through the 90s, warehouse rave culture got stomped out and they were like shit lads…we have to wrap up this bad boy! But their serotonin receptors were so fried from all the ecstasy, the end product was a passionless endeavour. See, X way out gives you a NARRATIVE. It bears its soul to you</3 Space mountain just has me like ffs Disney you cheapskates. Because we all know they could afford to make an update in a heartbeat. Outdated theming? Fine. Sometimes kinda fun anyway. But when the ACTUAL RIDE feels like it hasn’t seen a safety inspection since its inception, any theming “choices” (or lack thereof) that may have been charming are just…crusty. To make it clear though-I DO NOT WANT A STAR WARS REBRANDING, I AM NOT A STAR WARS FAN, I’VE TRIED, IT DID NOT ENGAGE ME, AND I FEEL SMOTHERED BY IT. THERE ARE WAYS OF MAKING SPACE MOUNTAIN FUN THAT DON’T INVOLVE SLAPPING SOME BRANDING ON IT. Even the Paris version of the ride would be a huge step up, even if that one is also a bit indelicate with your entire cerebral cortex too xo

Go On Girl, Give Us Nothing (AKA. Shit Tier):

Think Kendall Jenner in every ad campaign ever. If you want to imagine rides as people, her FW23 Miu Miu campaign is the centrepiece of the moodboard.

The Teacups: I find that usually, with enough perseverance, teacups are a good time. Much like the experience of a dodgy fairground waltzer, you get out what you put in; a little determination can get ‘em spinning fast enough to have you questioning whereabouts in your body your small intestines are located. But I presume turning a child’s ride into an means of experimentation with the human stomach’s containment limits isn’t the desired function of Disneyworld Florida’s resident imagineers because they’ve made it incredibly hard to increase the violence of your teacup’s rotation in any real way. They look cute, and that’s about it.

DEMONIC! CURSED! FORBIDDEN! (AKA. HELL Tier):

It’s giving Judith & Peter’s Holiday from Hell.

Tomorrowland Speedway: I always think I’m gonna enjoy this ride way more than I actually do, and the experience of queuing, which I can compare only to what I imagine the seventh level of hell does actually feel like, always overshadows it. It’s like all the worst behaved children in the fucking universe and their oblivious parents congregate in this queue. Reliably. If you were trying to get me to buy into the “everything is a simulation theory”, tell me that the fellow queuers are CPUs coded to be restricted to this particular domain by the universe who has become sentient and likes to torture the inhabitants for killing the earth like a sadistic child drowning their sims. I will forever resent that my sister and I spent our last night of our trip to EuroDisney in a 2 hour queue for this ride with a load of screaming french kids.

Goofy’s Barnstorm: All I can say about this godforsaken ride to its merits is that the surrounding Dumbo circus top area was an amazing refurbishment for what used to be Toon Town. Even when I was like 10, I felt like Rose from Silent Hill (if it were burnt down by a toxic mine fire in the 80s rather than the Victorian era) walking through that place. Was about to say “Sharon? I don’t know her!” And turn the fuck back round.

-credit: meadow image from Tumblr user @happyheidi, autumn leaves image from Pinterest user @ramblingreno, window image from Pinterest user @dawnpatrolkat, something beautiful is coming graphic from Instagram account @kiracyan.design-

-I’ll go with a quickie transitional outfit rundown here, hence the italics, because I don’t want to break the Disney flow; this absolutely gorgggg top is Jaded London, in an equally absolutely gorggg and very underrated colour (Michelle Visage is trembling), and for the hotter weather I’ve maximised its full summer-y potential with a pair of Topshop jeans (from Depop user @spicyclem) I cut into shorts, with an ASOS wide brim hat and platform sandals. For the cold, I put it with the endlessly versatile old chestnut that is my Topshop vinyl trench coat I got from one of their IRL STORES, HOW VINTAGE, a few years ago in the sale, and jeans from @catz987 on Depop, with a Primark beret (look, as an abnormally large headed francophile girlie, a cheap, roomy, unique beret is something I’m going to cave in to once in a while) and the long-surviving Missguided patent heels:)-

I’m sticking with this ride tier ranking thing throughout, so if you don’t care, here are some pretty photos^! I’m going to indulge myself in Florida discourse for the majority of this post.

Because although we don’t buy all that much into the Disney machine the rest of the year, it’s hard to deny the comforts of the classic films and there is something that makes you feel like you’re stepping back into that same magical protective bubble when you see the famous castle and the instrumental version of Be Our Guest is playing in the background.

See, I had no idea how to structure this post given the outfits are the focus and my previous full on Disneyworld holiday was when I was about 10? I think? And whilst the pre-teen version of myself and my current self had crying for like 2 weeks once it set in that a once-in-a-lifetime kind of holiday had been and gone in common (current me was shedding a much higher proportion of tears on the basis of the financial ruin such a trip entailed than 10 year old me was and my god do I miss that blissful ignorance), child me was not as intent on serving, or attempting to do so, as my current self is. I loved a mini haul from the Next catalogue’s kids section but wasn’t exactly out there commanding my parents to take an outfit picture for me whilst arm in arm with a person in a giant Minnie Mouse costume, a duty which fell onto my sister as sole travel companion this time round. I have no previous format to go on! Hence the choice to have it broken down using the most sophisticated narrative and visual devices I know of ride tier rankings, amateur (food) reviews, and a neat little photoset.

Day 2, 23rd June 2022: Animal Kingdom

-credit: patchwork floral image from Pinterest user Débora Marques-

So let’s go with the anti-chaos park next to offset the chaotic nature of this post. Animal kingdom is such a GEM, seriously. So wholesome. Usually the least busy. There’s SHADE!! And don’t even get me started on the safari. I really didn’t think I’d react how I did but seeing actual lions up close I got a little teary eyed; like they are REAL. And so beautiful and majestic. This selective affinity towards SOME animals is why it feels bad going into my Gordon Ramsay corner right here. Don’t ever let anyone tell you disordered eating equates to a hatred of food because 9/10 it’s an obsession. Let my food photography folder prove it:

Could talk about food all day, trust me, so I’m gonna limit myself to a quick rundown. Firstly, you should know Disney food is fucking extortionate. The worst offender is Magic Kingdom. VERY hit or miss. For hits, there are some heavenlyyy offerings in terms of sweet takeaway snacks, if you’re ignoring the “Cheshire Cat’s tail” my card got declined over on our last morning there. It was effectively an 8 dollar glorified Costa Coffee chocolate twist (and actually, no way near as nice) which I then dropped on the floor. Did I eat it anyway? Yes. Once your card gets declined for a pastry in Magic Kingdom the concept of dignity has lost all meaning. That being said, I did the same in a Brighton a couple of months ago whilst trying to get a picture of my Urban Legend donut. For an ultra hygienic person, my standards slip when it comes to food. A suspiciously low calorie donut? Inject it.

Back to Disney and Magic Kingdom food highlights.

Funnel cakes, for example, slap, and though simple, nothing screams Disney childhood nostalgia to me like having an ice cream sundae from the parlour on Main Street. We did, however, have 2 of our most cursed food experiences at MK.

Casey’s Corner and Peco Bills. Named and shamed. The former had the misfortune of being assigned to the role of saving grace in a Magic Kingdom day that my sister was finding particularly demonic, and disappointed in every way possible; our first experience with Disney’s quick service dining, I came away having deduced that the name had to be a shit American take on irony, and not much else. I mean, my experience wasn’t too bad-yeah, the fries were underwhelming but I’d seen someone carrying a portion out of there on our first day and I think with my craving skewed goggles on they looked like the best thing ever. They became a fixation over the next few days, doomed never to live up to my expectations in a way that food you’ve lusted after for months rarely does, so I don’t hold Casey’s Corner in poor regard on that basis. But my poor, poor sister and that mess of a hotdog: bland, suspiciously chewy, and like, 40 minutes late. Tbh, that any food WHATSOEVER turned up was only after I decided I’d be the one to carry the burden of stepping into Karen mode, forcing myself to take a couple of staff members (to a gentle) task on the matter after being passed from one person to the next under the illusion said employee knew the location of the missing food it was I was on about and would be the one to materialise it. And ALL THIS because she turned up LESS THAN 10 MINUTES after the assigned pick up time slot which she’d had to get 2 HOURS IN ADVANCE.

And then there’s Peco FUcking BILLS. Which Disney are attempting by way of some unknown Google reviews filtering system to SILENCE ME ON! I will speak my truth, Walt! That place is fucking nasty! And all 51 people who viewed my scathing review will know it. Sticky tables, screaming kids, yet more late food which never turned up, which we again had to go and enquire about, only to find it had been sat on the side for god knows how long. Were Wacky Warehouses a UK wide thing? Or was it just where I lived? It was giving WackyWarehouseCore.

To add insult to injury, it came WITHOUT THE FUCKING CHEESE. And then!! When I asked where it was, I was given sour cream instead. Had my finger trembling over 911 to resist reporting a serious offence. I guess this is how the Deliveroo customer we sent an apple and some fudge to as a substitute for a toffee apple felt before our manager forbid staff taking creative license with picking orders circa Halloween 2019. I mean at least they could make a banging authentic toffee apple, what am I going to do with some sour cream and soggy tacos, I ask? Honestly, people love an angry google review. We are creatures who for some time survived on nothing but repeated viewings of the “you have all the grace and decorum of a reversing dump truck” to keep our will to live alive. That this review wouldn’t blow up…it’s sus. It’s giving:

Silenceddddd.

Tbh, a lot of the Disney eateries are pretty gimmicky and overpriced, and there isn’t a huge amount to choose from, especially pertaining to veggie options. Don’t get me wrong, in terms of the dessert options and the classic American junk food we had inside the resort, there was plenty to eat that nourished my soul (even if it most likely did wreak havoc on my body). I’m talking the huge ass pepperoni pizza slices and ice cream cookie sandwiches, both of which were cheap in the hotel canteen, that had me ready to write sonnets to the employees handing them out from under the hot plates where they’d inevitably been sat for hours. But most of the time, anything that looked or sounded flashy or incorporated anything remotely exotic into its composition was just…lacking. The focus with Disney food is definitely geared a lot more towards the aesthetic and promoting the branding than it is about taste. Like idc if Planet Hollywood is considered tacky, I had an absolutely banging Guy Fieri burger there, and the mammoth portion of nachos my sister and I shared between us was mind-blowing, the stuff of dreams. It wasn’t pastel coloured or in the shape of Cogsworth the clock but it was GOOD AF. Overpriced, oversubscribed Disney restaurants can take a hike and in the meantime, I’m more than satisfied with a simple sugar dusted funnel cake. It’s the quick staples you can grab from the food stalls dotted around the parks that are going to get you through the day until you can go elsewhere for a proper meal.

That being said, I DO associate one of our Magic Kingdom days with what was probably our best meal at the House of Blues in the Disney Village. Do I think the experience was slightly elevated by the fact that this was the kind of pasta and starter I’d been depriving myself of for like 2 years previously? Perhaps. Was my sister’s ecstasy the result of her tastebuds making contact with meat again for the first time since starting university? Sorry to all the vegans I know, but the connection was undeniable. Things were never really over between those two. To quote Childish Gambino, if one is to ignore all the shitty things HE is referring to, THIS IS AMERICA. Where portion sizes are the only thing devised to satisfy all.

To briefly return to the outfits I shot at home (on main, whoops), I’m going to go end with the most “summery” of summer pieces I decided to try and restyle for winter since the September heatwave I was hedging all my bets on never came through and I never had a chance to wear it. Beyond disappointing. Summer 2023, I’m coming for ya. If you dare tell me this year is going to once again be devoid of the one positive of the planet being on fire in the form of being able to get some sun on the beach sans gross summer holiday tourists and screaming children, I may lose it. The absolute fucking shenanigans that plays out in my hometown when summer holidays begin means that September kinda ends up being the one month that I get to experience summer in the way it’s meant to be experienced. You know, being able to go for a dip in the sea without seeing a dirty nappy floating in the ocean alongside you or experiencing the pleasure of sitting down in the sand without having your bum cheek tickled by the rogue crisp packet hastily buried by the last tourist in that spot. I NEED my September. Or I get pushed into going wild on photoshop like this.

-credit: sunset image from Tumblr user @happyheidi, rainfall image from Pinterest user @inthehangingtree, clearing image from Pinterest user @SlayFits_btch, “one day at a time” graphic source unknown, autumnal graphic source unknown, city rainfall image from Pinterest user @kruuuuuu, flowers underneath from Pinterest user @99hly-

But quick debrief in terms of what’s from where, the dress was one of the new pieces from ASOS that I treated myself to from the Topshop concession. I can’t resist a tea dress for summer and as much as I’m sure it could be argued the print wouldn’t be out of place on their nan’s tablecloth (personally, it reminds me of her curtains), it made me feel like a princess, okay! For that same reason, I’m patting myself hard and fast on the back because I really love how the layered version came out. A vintage men’s blazer (Depop ofc), New Girl Order (love love loveee them, one of a handful of affordable ethical retailers out there) beret, more chunky boots, and a (faux) leather waistcoat with such a dainty pattern is that blend of hyper femininity and Brutalism (we’re applying it to fashunnnn now guys okay, not just Soviet era architecture) that was a running thread through the broody grunge aesthetic of the ‘90s that does for my visual satisfaction levels what the nutritiously devoid but absolutely magnificent tasting pizza slices I was on about do for my taste buds.

And now what you’re really here for, some opinions on more trivial matters:

Ride rankings!!

Day 11, 2nd July 2022: Animal Kingdom

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I’m! Transcending!:

Avatar Flight of Passage: So idk about anyone else but I distinctly remember all the hype around Avatar when I was a child? Adolescent? Honestly, I have no idea how long ago it was I just know it was long, I was bored AF and it wasn’t a PATCH on finding Nemo. But I’d like to thank Dylanisintrouble, one of the few people who still pique my interest when I take an accidental stumble into the derelict wasteland now known as YouTube (nuked by TikTok I fear) for enlightening me to the fact that it’s actually…quite interesting when you’re old enough to grasp subtext and free of, ya know, the effects of indoctrination which brainwash British kids into viewing the West as some beacon of moral supremacy who gently ruled and protected a happily subservient group of people. The Avatar anti-colonialist narrative flew right over my empty head. Maybe the more galaxy brained amongst us would’ve got it as children, but for me, the only mind blowing revalation I had was a mental ranking of the “3D TV” gimmick as occupying the go-on-girl-give-us-nothing tier rank. Not that I was actually formulating that ranking at the time-but if I HAD been. 3D television would cower in the face of Tamogotchi supremacy, I can tell you that for nothing.

Point being, Avatar was one of the first films to use the 3D gimmick as part of its draw and it most likely was, as well as a cash grab of course, a means of heightening the experience of immersion a CGI heavy project aims to achieve. It makes sense, for the same reasons, that the Disney ride is a simulator, but this time, I think it had the desired effect. Like it was truly something else, and there were multiple moments where my entire body felt tricked into thinking we were on this awe-inspiringly beautiful other planet. The motion element is excellent too, and again, you can fully buy into every rapid twist and turn and dip and the works as if it’s happening. My breath was taken away and I’m pretty sure I spent a good portion of the ride with my mouth hanging open, giving all the me sat in class being called out by my maths teacher because I’m “away with the fairies” memz. BABES, LEAVE IT OUT. How do you know I’m away with the fairies? Maybe I’m away with the avatars having scholarly thoughts about colonialism, mf-er.

We didn’t actually fast pass this one because you do have to accept there’s only so many times you can wake up at the crack of dawn to faff around on the app to get a reasonably timed slot; you can’t book one for anything else whilst you have a pass active and the rides like Flight of Passage go so insanely quickly that if you can get one, it’s typically not til the end of the day even if you are out here waiting on the edge of your seat the moment the park opens, putting in the work like a teenage girl trying to get One Direction 2013 World Tour tickets. In the meantime, you end up spending the majority of your day having to stand in blazing heat for hours for rides of the Go on Girl, Give us Nothing tier variety. When the queues for EVERYTHING are long, some rides are more worth the wait than others, and if you’re going to spend a significant chunk of your day waiting for a ride, ideally you don’t want an anti-climax. Won’t say too much more about this one other than it being worth that wait because I think it is the kind of thing you should go into blind.

Day 13, 4th July 2022: Animal Kingdom

*yes, the 4th July-Animal Kingdom tends to be the least busy park hence our decision to visit it on this demonic day and my god, I can only imagine the kind of ungodly displays of hardcore patriotism that descended on Magic Kingdom. Didn’t fancy being taken out by one of the bibles or guns or hotdogs or prescription pain medication undoubtedly being shot from star and stripe painted cannons. It’s a no from me luv xo*

Expedition Everest: I adoreeeee this ride. Like I said, I went to Disney when I was about 10 and remember it being wild at the time; it held a special place in my heart as an experience that really made me into a little adrenaline fiend. My assumption though was that my memory of how thrilling it was down to age and lack of any taller or faster or more intense ride for comparison. After all, this preceded the trip to Seven Flags with my sister where we discovered there was a whole other section of the park we hadn’t ridden anything in with just an hour left of our day and thus made the cotton wool for brains decision to do our best to ride them all in that time. Not to keep referencing Sunny, but it was very Gang Hits the Water Park episode vibes and you know how that ended. In this case, our chaotic behaviour resulted in my sister fainting next to me halfway through one ride and remaining unconscious for the remainder. YOU DON’T REALISE THESE THINGS WHEN YOU’RE HANGING OFF RUSTY METAL BY THE SKIN OF YOUR TEETH at however many miles an hour, and I got my karma on this trip when I was finally defeated by a pair of my platform heels and got a 3 day concussion from tripping into the bath in them so...I’ve been dealt my hand. Order within the universe is restored.

Anyways, me attempting to assuage my guilt could take up a whole page so to return to my point,

Expedition Everest was as joyful an experience as I remember. SOooOo much fun. I had a smile on my face the entire time. It may be that as I become an old person (haha, shut up 24 year old making old person jokes, I hear you say! NEVER! My bones are fucked! I’m withered! I’m allowed!), my sensitivity threshold for the point where an adrenaline rush kicks in has lowered to pre Six Flags levels, but this ride really did have me screeching, holding onto my granny pants for dear life

Bestie Behaviour:

Dinasour!: Eurgh, what a camp icon. Like I love that even though they renovated it they kept the ‘90s PBS pre-ride exposition material to introduce you to the ride. I love being thrown around in the dark (tehe, not like that, this is a KID’S PARK!) with nothing to guide me but the overzealous narration of a man whose rent is in arrears. I love some unconvincing animatronics threatening to be the perpretrator of self-violence by way of exceeding their voltage capacity before they get anywhere near one of the vehicle passengers. And I love that when I come out into the gift shop I am directly transported back to being 10 and exiting the ride to a wall full of Hannah Montana merch, begging my parents for the high school musical version of Wii Sing (bestie behaviour ranking on 2000s gimmicks for sure) and being told I’d have to wait til Christmas. £30 seemed as unattainable then as it’s starting to now, tbh. But we’ll forget that little nuanced detail so as not to sour the nostalgia.

It’s Tough to be a Bug: JAMES CAMERON, TAKE NOTE: THIS IS HOW YOU DO 3D! And whilst we’re at it, Titanic is overrated af. Not the spiders dangling from the ceiling and the cockroaches under the seat terrorising me, no ma’am. What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger, I remind myself, as I screech at my flatmate from the top of the stairs to come and catch a spider about to run under my bed for me. It’s when you can’t see ‘em! That’s where the terror comes from, who knows what they’re planning down there. Little dickheads living rent free in central London, the cheek of it. Just because it’s South of the river, doesn’t make it any less of a scummy move. They don’t even pay council tax!

Update, I Beg:

Kali River Rapids: Rip-roaring river ride the description on the Disney website reads-I think the fuck not! These were the definition of not like how I remember them. You’re essentially just queuing to get a bit damp. Ribena Rapids at Thorpe Park outsold.

Side note: If you’re British and questioning what the Ribena Rapids at Thorpe park are, I don’t know their true name either btw. But you know what I’m talking about-the question remains why on earth a theme park on the outskirts of London would have MULTIPLE WATER RIDES anyway but I’m referring to the classic water rapids towards the back of the park that may or may not have been purple one time. Thus, sponsored by Ribena. Allegedly.

Go On Girl, Give Us Nothing:

Navi River Boat Ride: pretty but like…throw some loop de loops in there!!! Fuck them kids, am I right?!

Nothing particularly demonic at this park tbh for demon tier. If there was, I don’t remember it because the vibes were immaculate. The quick service was ACTUALLY quick, I got myself a nice lil slice of pizza, and some amazing tacos later on in the holiday too, which made up for the Peco Bills ordeal somewhat.

Day 5, 26th June 2022: Hollywood Studios (& an Animal Kingdom intervention)

-credit: floral background image Pinterest user @yeehawlima-

Thank god this was the day we worked out we were entitled to the full park hopper fantasy at this point; although I adoreee the old Hollywood aesthetic of Hollywood studios, the queues are an absolute ballache at this one and for some reason I feel like the rides were constantly breaking down. It’s not huge and it’s super crowded and it kind of just feels like you’re being herded around like sheep a lot of the time with no pack leader in site, just a mindless flow of human foot traffic headed towards Star Wars land. I suppose apart from the main strips there’s not as much visual appeal if you don’t go to Galaxy’s Edge and whilst I feel kind of ungrateful that I was that near to something so many people want to see, we didn’t even venture into that territory. The avoidance may not have been worth it in a sense because this meant we spent far more time than expected fighting AGAINST the foot traffic flow, an experience leaning a little too far into secondary school corridors during class changeover levels of chaotic energy for my liking.

Don’t get me wrong, if it had been quiet I would’ve liked to see Galaxy’s Edge because I’m sure it is visually spectacular but the wait times were insane and being stuck in a stagnant mob in that kind of heat didn’t seem like a struggle bus I was willing to run for. I don’t WANT to get approached by someone dressed as fucking chewbacca okay, give me a break!!! If I wanted to have someone gurgle in my face I’d go round the fire exit at the back of my shop after all our wine’s been raided and join the shoplifters necking the own brand shiraz (always the wine I just tidied and gap scanned half an hour previously only for them to steal and smash all over the floor in the short window of time in which I dared to take my unpaid lunch break may I add). I don’t want envious children wishing me dead because only true, Dyson air filter level fans deserve an ewok’s attention anyway. Look, I’ve really tried to like Star Wars but I think the bottom line is I’m not really a sci-fi person unless it’s A). Sci-fi horror which is a niche but occasionally incredible genre or 2). Grounded in reality, if you can call something like Black Mirror or Arrival, or Nope though that is definitely of the genre, sci-fi. There’s my justification which I feel obliged to provide because I hear those Kylo Ren fans be going as hard for Adam Driver as the K-pop girlies on Twitter did back in the day.

Howeverrrr all things considered this has 2 of my all time nostalgic Disney faves in the form of Rock 'n' Roller Coaster & the Tower of Terror. Given they have them both at Paris, they also feel like a staple but whereas pirates of the Caribbean is bestie behaviour, I’m gonna award these 2 with:

I’m! Transcending!

Rock 'n' Roller Coaster Starring Aerosmith: Just found out we visited right in the nick of time to ride this one because they’ve just closed it for refurbishment, which tbh, it probably does need because it seemed to be down a LOT. I know that should warrant an update, I beg ranking, perhaps, but I just couldn’t do it to this bad boy, plus both experiences of being in the queue when it shut down gave me real insight to the MACHIAVELLIAN INNER WORKINGS of Disneyland staff so like…did this ride’s inconsistency hurt my experience? No! It added intrigue! Conspiracy! Company politics! This was akin to being a fly on the wall at a Christmas office party and isn’t that something we all wish we could be just once?

On both occasions the ride essentially couldn’t launch because from what I gathered in these instances, once the overhead harnesses are down, you can’t get them back up without switching off the ride and restarting it, and people asking to get off at this point (which was the case in both debacles) are like public enemy no.1 to employees. And I have sympathy to some extent- telling a holding bay full of fed up parents and grumpy children the ride is down and that they have to go and come back would inspire the fear of god in me too. But they switch up from “have a nice day y’all” to the ends justify the means reeeeal quick. I really watched a microcosm of American politics play out in real time guys, these cast members demonstrated exactly why they’re called “cast members” because the masks were off and the gloves were OUT. The Disney employee to Logan Roy pipeline was one I never anticipated. This lot were out there “accidentally” negotiating with the person having a full on panic attack like just loud enough that the pointed overhead announcements about there being a delay played like a very unsubtle Twitter indirect on the timelines of the other guests. They really visually identified a target for the angry queuing masses, made their suggestive comment and watched the public shaming commence like:

I mean I don’t know if it worked because we left the queue (it happened on our last night and the vibes were rancid so we were not about that life) but the comrade passenger was staying strong and the suits were flocking to the control panel to yell at the employees. The chain of shouting (putting a name to this cycle and the cheerleader effect, of which the Love Island casa amore teaser demonstrates in action, is the only thing of value HIMYM added to my mental lexicon) was playing out in real life. I wish I could say a public awakening happened right there but alas. It was like me watching Avatar at 8 or 9 or whatever, anti-colonialism going right over my no thoughts head empty noggin. The Disney capitalist agenda wins again. All the same, between the raging soccer moms spreading word of unruly guest around with the gusto they usually reserve for the dissemination of the tidbit about Karen cheating on Brad with Helen’s husband Ken or whatever, and the proliferation of Disney suits forming huddles to aggressively whisper about how to handle the situation (I imagine the meeting where it was first propositioned to release a film called Frozen to bury all the Walt Disney cryogenically preserved conspiracies had the same vibe)…let’s just say it was an experience, even if it did fail to lay the groundwork for a Disney employee Marxist uprising where they all have their Kylie Jenner like…realising things moment of what they’ve become for the mouse man.

Tower of Terror: What really always takes ToT to the next level is those staff that go full theatre student with it and shut you into that elevator with MENACE. You go girlies. Couldn’t be me. Don’t have the acting chops. I’m more Razzie than Oscar material.

Bestie Behaviour!

Toy Story Midway Mania: Innovative and fun as fuck, maybe even I’m! Transcending! levels of fun, relegated mostly because it seemed to be broken down half the time and also because I couldn’t manage to retain my legendary buzz light year induced accuracy of aim either. Truly, this one shattered any hope there’s some semblance of a somewhat decent sportswoman hidden deep within me. Exposed me as one of us compulsive cardio girlies who avoid weights at the gym like the plague with all the arm strength needed to keep going.

Slinky Dog Dash: I wouldn’t wait 2 hours and base my whole day around getting on this ride again (my sister was VERY set on it) but it was really fun! And I don’t feel like I wasted my time.

Muppetvision 3D: Outcamps Dinasour I fear. The Miss Piggy water fountain outside the entrance just gives it the edge.

Those are really my only stand out rides for this park and tbh, I want to create a bonus tier literally just called sacrilege because why the FUCK did they get rid of the Great Movie Ride in the Chinese Theatre, such appropriate use of the location, for Mickey and Minnie’s runaway railway which could’ve gone anywhere. Look, I can see it’d be great for children. And yes, I if I had been able to ride the Great Movie Ride again I would’ve no doubt put it in update, I beg because it DID need an update. Conceptually though, the park NEEDS IT?! WHAT IT DID NOT NEED WAS TO BE TAKEN OUT THE BACK AND SHOT LIKE AN OLD RACING HORSE. IT ENCAPSULATED EVERYTHING THAT PARK WAS!!! I’M STILL SO MAD. Alternative bonus tier names include: how dare you stand where he stood?!?

No demonic tier. Just plain disappointment. And very spenny restaurants too?!

We went full trash on our first day here and ate at planet Hollywood and as much as I’m sure Americans eat there ironically or whatever, fuck u guys, we don’t get challenge sized portion nachos in England:( laugh at Guy Fieri all you want but I TAKE PEOPLE AS I FIND THEM AND like I said, HIS BURGERS ARE FUCKINg great! I’ll happily substitute a beef burger for a plant based burger back home but the veggie burgers in the Florida are so bland with their toppings and these monster things are the false promise of the American Dream in a brioche bun. Also!! The milkshakes!!! Possibly my fave dessert-y things of all time which tbh I freak out a bit about eating nowadays. This slapped. So did the drunk birthday boy who used the ambient music as karaoke at supernaturally loud volumes because man was on the SECOND FLOOR!! I believeee this is also one of the days we tried Blaze Fast Fire’d Pizza which was everything I wanted n more, luv ya, very much needed. Subway for pizza, what a concept.

Day 7, 28th June 2022: Universal Studios

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Our first day at Universal and my first of the concussion induced haze. An amazing day for food, a bad day for comprehension of my surroundings xo and this one took us out, I can’t lie. I am SO glad I advocated for a pool day after.

I think one thing we realised is that there isn’t a huge amount to do at this park, and the queues are long af, potentially for that reason. This was also the day when we got trapped in the giant chocolate shop for about an hour and a half because that infamous Florida torrential rain kicked in. But damn I ate GOOD. Crepes, brownies, ice cream, Voodoo Donuts (v good but no Donut Time), Hard Rock Cafe which never disappoints, I made up for months worth of restriction driven cravings and felt really fucking sick but hey, old binging habits die hard.

I will say about this park: don’t bring a hat? Or sunglasses? The thrill rides give you free lockers but they are tiny and a faff. Also, come up with some in-queue entertainment because you also can’t bring phones on rides either. My sister and I can entertain (well, as much entertainment as the “list every actress beginning with A and whoever gives up first loses” game can possibly provide) ourselves pretty easily without material recourses at this point.

Ride tier ranking is weird because my experience of everything we went on during our first Universal Resort day was kinda distorted by a (concussion related) banging headache; I can tell the new raptor ride is amazing but I felt like my brain was going to explode out of my skull, lol. Concerning levels of pain, but fuck paying for an ambulance in America. I’m here for a good time not a long time & what better way to go. But anyways, I figured even though we did things in both parks on both days I would just split them into 2 and leave out the Islands of Adventure rides for this day.

I’m! Transcending!

The only ride that falls into this category here is the Gringotts ride and this definitely wouldn’t have been in this category the first time I rode it. When we came in 2014, it had just opened, and given we had one day in each park and a half day split between the two, and one day at Disney, we definitely begrudged a queue more. This was also on our second to last day. I think we spent 3 hours queuing and I suppose in that time your expectations get really high. To add to that, I remember being under the impression it was a thrill ride, like dramatic acceleration, corkscrews etc. which I was thirsty for at the time. Think I just wanted to flex, not that I really had anyone to flex to. But a big part of the experience is definitely the VR element and I wasn’t fussed about that. It was alsoooo pre JK Rowling outing herself as a transphobe and I was definitely more of a HP loyalist so I was all pissed off about the voice actress who stood in for bestie Emma Watson.

Point being, my sister and I rode this ride at the end of our second day once we’d gone on everything we wanted to go on because the queue was short and we had never thought it was BAD, just disappointed and peeved about the queueing time.

And on this occasion, omg, what a blast!!! Idk if they updated it but it was so fun!! It wasn’t super physically thrilling but definitely some little “oop! Oo! Alrighty then!” Moments I didn’t remember from last time. Emma Watson voice actress babes-ya did a great job, I’m sorry I trash talked you xo Domnhall Gleason, I’m sorry for all the times I said you had no range. In that Gringott’s vault, ya took me there.

Bestie Behaviour!

Men in Black: I love a point and shoot and I love Will Smith. There’s a bit when you spin round everywhere as well, heh. We also ran onto this bad boy. Loves it.

The Horror Makeup Show: This one verged a little on the boomer humor “omg can I say this?! Will I be cancelled?!” at times; like buddy, you’re performing a pre-approved script at the multi-million dollar generating theme park of an international mega corporation but sure. Your jokes about Mexicans have you fearing for your livelihood. That slightly unsavoury element aside though, as a horror fan, it’s good fun, and I love anything that highlights how much of an art form horror can be. I’ve said it a million times but the dismissal of the genre by film critics makes me wanna throw hands!!!!

Too Fast Too Furious: The bad acting. The accelerations which may hold the world record for most tepid launch second only to my performance on the 100M at school sports day the years I didn’t manage to “sprained ankle” my way out of participating. The musical stylings of the great composers responsible for “Turn Down for What”. It’s got it all. The playlist had me shaking in my boots on behalf of Hanz Zimmer. Step up your game or your career is in TROUBLE. The absolute drama and shenanigans of it all. Camp af.

Update, I Beg:

Race Through New York Starring Jimmy Fallon: Look, everything about this ride was enjoyable and I liked that we got to sit down during it because this was post Hollywood Rip Ride Rockit concussion related headache. But update because…why Jimmy Fallon? Why? Look, if you’re going to go knobby talk show host at least go full knobby talk show host and theme it around villainous AI James Corden or something.

Revenge of the Mummy: In the literal sense, because that ride is fun and it was closed for refurbishment.

Universal's Animal Actors on Location: okay, so this apparently isn’t being updated any time soon on account of the fact it’s been permanently closed, lol. But it was time. They have been doing this exact same show for so long that even the ANIMALS were tired. Honestly, I still don’t know if it was part of the show, like an ambiguous badly executed gimmick or genuine chaos, but they genuinely seemed to cut this short because the animals were just wilding, running off stage, refusing to come out. Even the dogs, which has me convinced it wasn’t intentional; I’d expect it from cats, it’s part of their charm, but you know dogs are annoying people pleasers. They wouldn’t do that for an unworthy cause. Each and every non-human member of that cast was channelling Gemma Collins “Get me out of here, Darren, I’m claustrophobic!” energy.

The nighttime fire work show could do with spicing up too. I mean maybe my sister and I picked a bad angle but we just got absolutely drenched and had to take a stab in the dark at what was going on because we couldn’t see shit on the water projection.

DEMONIC! CURSED! FORBIDDEN!:

Hollywood Rip Ride Rockit: Oddly, my recollection of this one before re-riding was that it was great. When we went to Florida (tried to do 3 Disney parks with a one day ticket, now that was demonic) in 2014, we rode it for the first time and I had fond memories-I remembered it as kinda being like the Saw at Thorpe Park minus the ricketyness plus the absolute bop that is Glamorous by Queen of slick runs whilst cartwheeling on stage and peeing during performance, Fergie. But this time:

Demonic.

And it wasn’t a case of just concussion induced headache because my sister agreed. We did pick a Kanye West song to listen to though so maybe it was the bad vibes from that. Moral of the story: always stick with Fergie.

Also, if I can offer you like 2 tidbits of helpful information that may be the kind of thing you would brush off if you’re reading it in an official guide but that I want you to know has serious day ruining potential: be equipped for the rain. Sometimes it is COLD. British rain. It is TORRENTIAL. And there was more than one day it lasted multiple hours. But honestly, if you get a poncho on, stick out the rain somewhere (maybe even pop back to the hotel during that time), post rain parks are unbeaten because you really do have the place semi to yourself. You need a poncho if you plan to stay out and do NOT scrimp on price.

Also-do NOT leave the park when everyone else does if you are not staying at the resort. The surge charges on Uber and LYFT were insane. $20 on the way there became $80 dollars for about an hour after closing and even then, when we managed to get a LYFT it was still closer to the $40 mark.

Day 10, 1st July 2022: Universal’s Islands of Adventure

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Now, to hop over to Islands of Adventure, which I would advise going to if you can only visit one of the two Universal Resort Parks:

I’m Transcending!

Velocicoaster: Look, I blacked out for a good proportion of this ride and genuinely spent a significant conscious portion worried I was going to have an aneurysm. In a sense am I lying when I slip this into the I’m transcending tier? I would wager a conviction that these constituted my final moments warrants its classification as an altered state of consciousness.

So truth be told, it was not an enjoyable experience for me PERSONALLY. But I can tell it would’ve been in the absence of minor brain trauma. Like it was SO smooth, SO fast, fucking INSANE views, like the works. Probably best ride I’ve ever been on material. Our car pulled back up to the queue at the end with the riders clapping like British holidaymakers touching down in Maga at the end of their EasyJet flight. My sister said it was incredible. So like, I KNOW this ride deserves a place in this list and it feels like an injustice that my silly, silly platform shoes should take away that honour. Think of it like when you try a food that you don’t like and it’s super rich and decadent and you just KNOW if you WERE a fan of that food it would be like, top tier quality.

But essentially, it is a potentially god tier ride bur need to go again to confirm. Moneh me. Please.

Hagrid’s Magical Creature Motorbike Adventure: The queue for this ride seriously tested mine and my sisters relationship. I think we had like 30 years worth of familial tension in this one queue. I’ve always thought that if, minus the infamy, I got the opportunity to be a Big Brother contestant I would seriously consider it I would because it’s absolutely fascinating to me and tbh my all time favourite reality show (this is civilian Big Brother we’re talking about here, not the Celebrity one where all behavioural output is filtered through a sieve of decade spanning media coaching sessions) but damn being stuck in the passageways “underneath” Hagrid’s hut, told every few minutes there would be a temporary delay, then to be left waiting a further 45+ minutes, going round a corner to find an even longer queue….let’s just say it was giving Dante’s inferno and I was about one annoying child away from losing my shit. But we made it-and despite my concussion, I went on. And it was incredible. Magical. Thrilling. Removed the sour taste of JK’s transphobia from my mouth for 5 mins. Replenished my sister and I’s loving bond. I wish I could say cured my concussion but as my near fainting experience in Anthropologie in Disney Springs the next day reminded me, that was not the case.

Harry Potter and the Forbidden Journey: Look, nowadays, any time you hear the words “Harry Potter and-“ crop up in conversation, the recently developed knee-jerk reaction is to be overcome by a sudden sense of lethargy and anxiety provoked stomach contractions. Oh fuck. What new instalment has JK approved now to further tarnish my fond memories of my HP era? Let’s call it the Cursed Child Effect. The inevitable ramifications of retconning Nagini into a Korean woman.

But Harry Potter and the Forbidden Journey? The exception to the rule. Just pure immersive magic from beginning to end that feels more like a love letter from all those involved in the film productions to fans. It is a whole production!!! Even the experience of queuing has you feeling like you’re in a hyper realistic dream. The scary bits are actually SCURRY!! I felt TARGETED by those dementors, I’m telling you. I think they sensed the existential dread in me.

Bestie Behaviour!

Dudley Do-Right’s Ripsaw Falls: Also a slightly demonic queue buut this is one of the few water rides where they tell you you’ll get wet and actually MEAN THAT SHIT. And that drop!! is genuinely v steep like for real. It’s v fun and you WILL come out looking like a drowned rat which in Florida heat is probs just what you need bc when you’ve sweated enough to fill 10 love island water bottles within 5 minutes of entering the park, ya dignity is long past gone anyway. Bask in the Flushed Away of it all.

Go On Girl, Give Us Nothing:

Kong Skull Island: the visuals are verrry good but I can’t help but ask who really cares for King Kong? Sorry my man but it had to be said. And the animatronics in the queue…sweet Jesus let me tell you, this is Russian sleep experiment levels of insanity inducing.

Now, we must talk universal food because I did the absolute most here and crammed all the delicious stuff that, for one’s own health and safety, should be spread out over MULTIPLE days into about 8 hours. We’re talking Christmas through to NYE levels of sugar consumption, comfort eating leftovers and the chocolate you were gifted but don’t actually like all that much to fill the void vibes.

The pastry and chocolate shops are seriously just bloody milessss above Disney’s selection, which are pretty limited tbh with the same gimmicky Micky mouse treats that leave you with a stomach and purse full of nothing but disappointment. You for the first time understand the Katy Perry line about feeling like a plastic bag with a depth you never anticipated because the whole experience of consuming a Mickey Marshmallow pop has you resonating with a standard underfilled Walker’s crisp packet. Even more so after you consider that this daylight robbery was something you submitted YOURSELF to. Muggy.

The Universal treat shops, though, I would consider a day out on their own. CityWalk doesn’t have the vibes of Disney Springs but I would say despite being half the size it has a much better range of places..That ice cream shop, voodoo donuts, Cinnabon!! I die!! Just wish I’d been aware of the full range before I got a starbs, lol. Haagen daaz IN THE PARK!! This was my Eden.

Day 9, 30th June 2022: Epcot

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Back to Disney discourse for the final time, I’m signing off this post with my fave of all the parks: Epcot. I remember finding it the least exciting when I went as a lil girlie but I really had a new found appreciation for it on this occasion. Though on a slightly disappointing note, it was partially obscured by skrim at the time (not sure why!), the set up of the incredible world showcase around the lake is an absolutely stand out feature of the Disneyworld Resort; there is so much to see you probably need a whole day to fully appreciate it.

Whilst there are definitely a lot of parts of Epcot that need updating, it has so much potential. Not to go full nerd on main, but the educational element of the park gives it a huge edge. I’ve come to find that my interest in science and admiration for the natural world is something that’s grown massively as I’ve gotten older and they’re pretty much the uniting themes underlying Epcots various attractions which is very cool; ya know, though we humans are constantly devolving, the planet just consistently does it’s best in spite of that and holds so much beauty and power AND OMG WHY CAN’T WE JUST STOP FUCKING DESTROYING IT. One of the only things which makes me feel a litttttle more optimistic about this shitshow on earth is the scientific advancements (when I say scientific advancements let it be clear I am not talking about new iPhones and Tesla products) that are being made and the hope that one day these will make a significant enough contribution towards reversing this damage that it might finally tip the balance out of favour of the greedy MFs doing it. A girl can dream. Sure, the sustainable utopia of Epcot looks a lot like corporate greenwashing in the wider context of Disney’s unyielding status as one of the world’s most powerful entities but it’s probs the closest you’ll get to ethically pure motivations on their property.

The firework show, btw (or at least the one we saw whilst we were there) was incredibleeee; we saw it on our penultimate day at the park and it beats the Magic Kingdom fireworks 10 times over. Points to the latter for utilising the castle iconography, undoubtedly crucial to the surreal experience of seeing the MK fireworks irl and guaranteeing them must-see status on every Disney goer’s list…buuut, I can’t lie, crowd levels earn the experience a tentative spot on the demonic tier when it’s busy enough. We managed to catch them on our first night from one of the nearby hotels (very boujie, felt v out of place) after not realising you can’t actually take a shuttle bus straight from Disney Springs and running too late to get into the park, and it was a lot more enjoyable that way having also seen them on Main Street later on.

The audience at the Epcot fireworks both times we went were fractional by comparison, and tbh, this makes for a much better atmosphere. Plus, in comparison to its MK counterpart which is thematically dominated by the newer generation of Disney films, Epcots have a much more universal appeal with a mix of the classics and a handful of the most successful Disney releases from the last few years. I’m not anti “new Disney” but we really don’t keep up to date with everything they bring out, and so I had no idea what the narrative behind the MK fireworks were half the time. The Epcot show did this country by country thing and had something for everyone, and really only incorporated the most popular newer releases like Princess & the Frog, Coco, Moana, which tbf are the only Disney films in recent years that do stick out to me as being classics.

Now, if you can manage your excitement (something’s telling me that won’t be too arduous a task) I’ll get into the last of the ride tier rankings:

I’m! Transcending!

Guardians of the Galaxy: Cosmic Rewind: one negative thing I will say about this ride-Utter ball ache to get on. Like maybe the whole thing runs a lot more smoothly now but when we were there, I guess the ride was still relatively new, and they had a bit of a ticketmaster sitch going on where you have to use the app to get yourself a “queuing window”. They weren’t taking walk ons so there was no way around it. In a sense, it’s a good idea because I imagine otherwise there’d be queues upwards of around 4 hours but it does kind of require you to base your whole day around getting on this one ride. If that time slot is fixed, that would be alright, but the major issue we had was that they kept pushing this window backwards and forwards and they only give you one hour to get in the queue once you’ve been alerted. This isn’t always achievable depending on whereabouts in the resort you are and then if you do miss that time slot you’ve got to do it all again at 7am the next day to try and get a new time.

In our case, we were out having our nice little dinner (this being after they’d moved our session to later on in the day several times), thinking we wouldn’t be going on the bloody thing for about 2 hours only for them to suddenly notify us our hour window had been pushed forwards to like…right that second. The result was having to take a panicked and expensive Uber there whilst I sat with the suboptimal status of a stomach full of pizza and ice cream.

Yeah, our first attempt was a partial failure because by the time we got to the front of the queue, I was hit with the double whammy of concussion after effects and resignation to the fact that if I did ride that thing I may end up coated in my own half digested mozzarella. We did ask the staff if I could just wait it out a little and so we stood to the side but then we had an experience reminiscent of the occasion I ate at the Gloria Trattoria offshoot of the Big Mamma restaurant group in Shoreditch where I had a member of staff coming over to try and chivvy us on every 2 minutes. No solidarity with the cleaners from cast members, clearly. When I asked for water, they said they didn’t have any, clearly so as not to violate the policy of you don’t get nothing for free, hoping I’d pay $5 and once again feel obligated to tip for a bottle of Dasani water but beloved, I was having none of it and after expressing skepticism matey emerged with a bottle of water. Alas, the peer pressure for me to get on the ride ASAP continued. This is not the type they warn you about in PSHE, kids. Disney employees have a way of admonishing you for non-compliance without uttering a single berating word. It’s all in the false peppiness. So I sat it out on this occasion whilst my sister rode. She hyped it up enough that we tried the whole virtual queue thing again with the expectation that it’d be a drop what you’re doing and get to Epcot now situation and so I did finally manage to ride it. ARGH, IT WAS SoOoOooo good, wow wow wow. So fun. I know, this has been my ride description for pretty much everything in this tier, resting on wows as only a writer responsible for Cassie Ainsworth’s Skins s1 dialogue would, but honestly, nothing better sums this one up. Think perilous Disco in space. Who wouldn’t love that!?

Test Track: Slightly questionable I’m! Transcending! ranking because it can’t possibly match up to Cosmic Rewind (up there w/Hagrids as unforgettable) but again, just fun af, and you get to design your own car! We tried our hand at yassifying a monster truck, at which I think we did a sublime job, and if you saw our car’s confidence, charisma, nerve and talent as she breezed around the track in the little interactive racing game at the end, I’m sure you would agree with me. A true victory for my inner Barbie/Bratz loving child, and a significant victory for the bimbofication agenda.

Soaring: Okay, the feet of the people in the row in front dangling in down does hinder the illusion a little but in amongst the chaos of Disney, Soaring is a truly blissful experience. Visual ASMR, fr.

Bestie Behaviour!

Remy’s Ratatouille Adventure : The sights! The disconcerting experience of being an “I’m smol; please help me, tehe!” girly! The smells! I didn’t know for sure there WERE gonna be smells but I had a hunch and I wasn’t disappointed! Justice for Remy and all those who mistakenly refer to him as ratatouille! That’s NOT HIS FUCKING NAME as Katie from the Ting Tings (remember them) once said, minus the expletive.

Go On Girl, Give Us Nothing:

Gran Fiesta Tour Starring The Three Caballeros: What ARE the three caballeros? WHY does the Tim Tracker hype this one up so much? Perhaps my bad to live and die by the words of a Disney Youtuber like they’re scripture but I was severely disappointed! To quote pop culture icon Nikki Grahame (whose name I never wanna see forgotten, btw): Who IS she?! Where did you FIND her?!...Or... them? in this case? Because fr fr, what is the narrative of this ride? Who are these ducks!? Donald is the most irrelevant one of the main characters let’s not lie to ourselves; they try to convince us we care but cmon, Daisy’s the one we’re here for.

There ARE defo demonic rides at this park-when we came for the day in 2014 I made the mistake of going on the “intense” version of mission space and I swear my stomach turned in on itself, so we avoided that on this occasion. But given we skipped out on such an experience this time round, our Epcot days were 10/10. The amount of photo dumps it would take to convey how magnificent the world showcase is...I truly had to limit myself. Plus we probs had our best in-park meal here: the French Bistro burger at the Connections Eatery truly confirmed how CHALDISH I was refusing mushrooms for so long. In a burger?! So many lost years.

To end the post with me gassing up mushrooms in this way would be a great reflection of my mental state because I truly am in my mushroom appreciation era but to round it all up, here’s some adminny stuff. A girl’s gotta do what a gorl’s gotta do when she’s completely incompetent in terms of her ability to post regularly.

For one, like I said, I’ve decided to just cut the A-Z of F/W short and just start a year in fashion post which is gonna encompass all of the shows/collections (and rather than repost the F/W collections I actually got round to making I’ll link them) I missed in 2022 because tbh I’ve just accepted that whilst I’m studying it is impossible to keep up with all of it on a season to season basis?!? I can’t lie, if would be a lot easier to keep on top of if tumblr didn’t have their ridiculoussss “no female presenting nipples” rule or whatever that is which means I have to go back and check every photo set to check I don’t need to photoshop out a tata before I can post it. But yeah, guess now term has finished, and it’s only exams to go, I can get back to fun writing again. I fucking suck at psychology essays. They are painfully dry. Like, I hate referencing. I hate being told a study is too old when these lecturers be referencing studies from the fucking 80s in their slides from 2020. I hate that you can’t betray even a whiff of your opinion in your writing. That I got penalised for writing DNA instead of deoxyribose nucleic acid because “abbreviations are against APA guidelines” AS IF PEOPLE ARE MORE FAMILIAR WITH THAT THAN THEY ARE THE TERM DNA. Eurgh. I love the course but turning in an essay gives me anxiety every time. Maybe it’s because I can’t argue my point in them. Maybe I just express my argumentative bitch side in academia and I don’t like that I have to do that with a sense of sophistication now. I’m sitting in my psychology and philosophy module knowing I really should’ve taken the latter, having to remind myself that I’m already in too much of an existential crisis to do as my entire degree. Plus an entire year of maintenance loan short. Slight issue.

Much to think about.

I also do wanna do another sitting front row at post! And may incorporate a winter fits post into a just general faves of winter post because you know what, let the 2013 renaissaince live on, I used to love watching those things and writing whole ass posts about films, doing travel guides etc. is a commitment which would surely be quashed by the excessive amount of overtime which is bound to come my way once my manager realises my exams are over.

ARGH.

Finally, this 8 month in the making post at an end.

Feels good:D

Happy kinda beginning of summer and chocolate day anyone if you did the impossible and made it to the end of my ramble. You may as well have taken a whole philosophy and psychology too module tbh.

Loveee,

Lauren x

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