In which men make my life worse

God this week has not been good for me and the opposite sex. First there was the huge argument with my Dad on Thursday, leading us to really not want to speak to one another at all. I say both of us, it's more me. He infuriates me. But that is not the point of this post. Last night, however, is.

So myself, Josh and Baker had a lovely day yesterday going around churches in Hamburg, then taking a boat over to Musuemshafen to the beach that was there. Then we went for food. All-in-all a lovely day. Back we come to the Wohnheim, and get ready for Barabend. Here is where everything goes slightly awry. Baker was in a really odd mood; barely speaking, almost disapprovingly looking at me and Josh. It really bothered me, moreso when Josh noticed it too. I eventually got it out of him that he was just feeling weird and didn't seem to want to stay for too long or even work the bar. However, he then snapped at Josh over a silly joke he made about our landlord (something to do with being made of beer since that's all we see him buy). We both were dumbstruck by how snappy he was. This is leading Josh and myself to believe that perhaps Baker is a tad jealous of how close we are. I have already seen his jealous side come out after an incident with the Russian a few weeks ago so it is highly believeable. But this is not why my night was so awful. Oh no, the honour of that goes to my Hungarian room mate.

So, we have two new Hungarian room mates, both of whom are kinda weird. There's just something odd about both of them, and it has been noted by everybody who is currently living in the flat. Last night Giant Hungarian decided to come to the bar. Cool, great to see our flatmates socialise. Not so great seeing them drunk, attempt to get Josh to "be straight" and then to hear he has said, despite having a girlfriend, "he was girls" [or something to that effect, either way not good at all]. We go up to dance in the tradition of Barabend and as I dance, Giant grabs me and pulls me toward him. In front of a bar full of people when my, well whatever Baker is, was there, with Josh there. It was horrible. I was most surprised by the sheer strength of his grip on me. Not to sound like a slut, but from all the men I have been with, his grip tops the list of strength. I am surprised I don't actually have brusies on my hips from where he grabbed me. I managed to get away and Josh had words with him that I have someone. Just five minutes later, he did it again, only this time kissed my neck. I instantly pulled away and ran to Baker to tell him what he had done. He was angry and wanted to speak to him but I explained Josh was doing that now. An hour or so later, back up dancing this time with one of the many members of Edeka and Josh, Giant comes back and pulls me again. This time his hand attempts to move down into my jeans. I was so glad that Josh was there to pull him away again. I immediately grabbed Josh, after realising Baker had left, to tell him what he had done. It freaked me out, but it wasn't until much later the full extent to what he tried to do hit me. I felt awful, but so angry Baker had just left without so much as a goodbye. I needed him then and he wasn't there. This led to me angrily/panickingly texting him to say what happened and that I could've done with him right then and there. [I got a reply this morning - he had passed out in his bathroom. Considering having a go at him, but then considering not to aswell] Josh tried so many times to get Giant back to our flat, it was unreal. Giant even apparently tried to undress another girl on the dancefloor and everyone was baying (sp?) for his blood by the end of the night. When Josh eventually got him to come back up, Italianer had to help too. Josh said if he had pissed about any further, Italianer would have decked him. Josh and I then spent the next 30 minutes or so dissecting the night, wondering how everything went so wrong.

I also had to deal with jealousy from another angle last night - Frenchie. I was amazed when he decided to tell me Baker was gay when I was waiting for him. When he first realised we were kinda seeing each other, his face was one of pure anger. Last night I was so angry that he felt the need to try and screw things up between me and Baker. He seems to think he owns all the women in this bloody Wohnheim, well it's not the case.

Men. I hope one of you does something to redeem your race as these past few days you have seriously let me down. Bar Josh. But Josh isn't like other men.

Of birthdays, 'borgs and boys

Moin bloggers! Thought I'd do a quick update post with a couple of nice outfits from the past few days, as well as keeping you up to date on happenings in Germany. Firstly, a question to you all. How fair is it to start a relationship with someone, knowing that in just two months you will be leaving their country? I know not many of you will have been in this situation, but it is one I am finding myself in. I know some of you know Tom, but I´d appreciate it if he didn´t know about this. I am not a complete bitch and have hurt him enough already. Anyways, I have met a chap I rather like here. Dresdener was a complete blip, far too much of a pretty boy and self centered. (Apologies for any awful grammar here, changed my keyboard to be in German :P) We shall call this boy, Baker. He is far more me. Geeky, weird sense of humour, pretty in an unusual way. I really like him, problem is part of me feels horribly guilty for starting something up with him so late. I have always liked him, he came across as the silent, nerdy, I-will-surprise-you type, but sadly Dresdener and his games took over. Now, is it wrong to start something up only for me to up and leave? I know I'll be coming back to Hamburg, but long-distance just does not seem to work for me. At all. Opinion please guys. And now for an outfit:

Top - Primark (over ten years old now!)
Shorts - H! by Henry Holland
Cardigan - New Look
Leggings - H&M
Ear-rings - Aladin Center
Nail Polish - Barry M

This funky green outfit was worn to the concert of Spanish music by the Junge Philharmonie Köln played at the beautiful Laeiszhalle. I went with Vivi, her boyfriend Hubertus and her friend Katharina. The concert was most enjoyable, despite having had only four hours sleep and it being in the morning. The night before Vivi had decided she wanted to get mildly pissed due to being majorly pissed at Hubertus. Meh, most enjoyable and got to see Baker be jealous over a Russian.

Anyhoo, tonight myself, Vivi and the Keksemonster went out to celebrate the latter's 26th birthday. We had lovely Korean food, although Vivi said it wasn't true Korean food. We then went to a cafe where I had a coconut milkshake. Needless to say I was in heaven. We had a great time sitting round and talking and it made Keksemonster's day. Annoyingly Vivi has all the good pictures so you will have to make do with my shoddy camera work (no Josh since he's back in England)

Boob tube - New Look [you thought it was a dress didn't you]
Skirt - H&M
Cardigan - New Look
Tights - Marks and Spencers
Bra - Peacocks
Ear-rings - Aladin Center

This is our incredibly tidy kitchen. This place also has the best shelves to do emo self-portraits. I love the high-waist of this skirt and the fact combined with a tucked in t-shirt it looks like a dress.

Shoes - New Look

Best. Shoes. Ever. Nearly four inch heel and I could still run for the train. Impressive. And they rarely hurt my feet.

Bag - Primark
Long, pale-green ring - Six

Just a full body shot so you could see the look as whole, but its a little crappy. Thankfully Vivi has one of my with my coat on so that should be a little better. This is good for seeing my epic night out bag and shiny ring :)

Token emo-shot of me. The other smaller studded ear-rings are from those sets at Primark and eye make-up is from a Front Cover set. I realise I have a major lazy eye in this picture, but meh.

Well, tomorrow I was meant to be going to Lüneborg with my mentor and headteacher. I worried when I still hadn´t heard from Iris, so emailed her to check we were going. Turns out that she hadn´t heard from Konny either. Well, I wasn´t really feeling up to going, really want to do some more work on my essay. Now any excuse would´ve done but I was not expecting to hear that Konny´s father-in-law was in a coma. Man, that hit me a little. It does mean I can go to the library to do work, but I´ll be even more depressed reading about genoicide knowing the reason I am there is due to something so tragic.

As promised....

...a fashion show of new clothes for the lovely Saz. So without further ado

Top - H! by Henry Holland
Jeans - H & M
Jacket/Cardigan - Dorothy Perkins
Slippers - Primani
Headband - Bijoux Brigitte

Gratutious boob shot with detail of the motif



Josh is practicing his model pose. Dressing gown and glasses - Model's Own

Dice detail skirt - H! by Henry Holland

Dressing Gown - Model's Own
Slippers - Far too big for him

Cardigan - H! by Henry Holland
Apparently, this cardigan is a very me thing to wear. However in this outfit, what with it's clashing colours, less face it, I look like our other favourite fashion blogger xoxo

Poppy Mac - H! by Henry Holland

Umbrella - H & M [bought thinking I had lost my geisha one only to find it in the history room at school]

Dress - Debut @ Debenhams
I love love love this dress. It needs pulling up just a tiny bit, but it will be perfect for impending weddings :)

Hoodie - FSA Special
Glasses - need cleaned
Pout - learned from the master

Dress - Ben di Lisi @ Debenhams
This may well be my new favourite dress. Now I need an occassion to wear it

And yet more gratuitous boob

Gratuitous me shot

Hoodie - FSA Special 

Shorts - Bedridden
Slippers - The Big and Tall Boy Store
Brolly - geklaut

In other news, I'm kinda seeing someone, more details will follow as things become a little more concrete. I'm also going to try and update this daily, mostly with WG goings on and outfits of the day me thinks.