Wanted!

Hello! Back to update my WANTED list! You'll be happy to know that I've been doing quite well with . . .

3 THINGS already crossed off the list!

Well, thats not all quite true, i'll explain . . .

• The Topshop Bag (Yes, this one is true. It is BEAUTIFUL by the way!)
• Sienna Millers Tattoo (Half true. Temporary counts, right?)
• A Ukelele (Again, half true. It's my sisters boyfriends really.)

STILL WANTED: Beyonces body
STILL WANTED: Valentino Smoke Effect Shoes
STILL WANTED (AND DESPERATELY NEEDED): Matt Smith
STILL WANTED: Heath Ledger
STILL WANTED: A Chanel Bike

London, let's hula!

Well, i'm going to have a little moan. London, I know you love me and all but y'know, just stop copying me. Don't you hate it when you're stood there in front of your mirror and you're thinking to yourself 'Hmm, this outfit looks awesome!' and then the next day you see the almost exact same outfit in Grazia the next day? Well this is how I feel all the time. I've got my thirteenth birthday coming up and yes, in having a party. After a week of lame suggestions for the theme, I finally come up with a really good one! Hawaii!! The next week, I open a magazine at a random page and yes. There it was. An article about how the theme of Hawaii just happens to be a very good style of clothing right now. Of course, I decided to let go of the fact that someone else has been taking credit for my ideas but the next week, i go to Topshop to buy my dress. As usual I ended up buying three dresses and came to the conclusion that the one I liked the most I would keep and wear. The others I would take back. I finally decided on a beautiful dress with palm trees on. That same day I bought that months issue of VOGUE. I turn the page and hello! There it was, just lying there in a bed of it's orangeness, just laughing at me. I mean, of course, I'm happy that the dress i chose is in VOGUE magazine but London, enough is enough. And yes, i have checked my bedroom for hidden cameras. Even though there were none, you still somehow know what I'm wearing. (also, feel free to ignore the above text, keep copying me. As long as no-one looks better than me, by all means, just carry on.)