In My Shoes: Second Time

So today, quite a lot of stuff happened. Firstly, most importantly and by far the most exciting. I'M GOING TO PARIS! Me and one of my closest friends here at university impulsively started planning a trip to Paris during the Easter holidays when she was in Lithuania and I was in England. She desperately wanted this Lancel bag, and she discovered there would be a sale late June in gay Paris, and it would cost less for her to stay there, sight-see and purchase the bag than get it shipped to Lithuania. It's a fairly pricey piece of accessorising, but then the heart wants what it wants. And me, well I'll agree to anything as long as it sounds fun. But honestly, at the time I thought it was one of those things you always talk about but never wind up actually doing. I love travelling and have already been to France, it was one of the best weeks of my life, but I never visited the capital during my stay. Thanks to shows like Gossip Girl, I have fallen in love with the city without having been there, so I am so incredibly, unbelievably excited to go. We bought coach tickets and booked a hostel today, it took all of ten minutes and about £70 out of my bank account. I will be more than just broke by the end of the trip, but who cares? I was so excited, I had to order the Sigma Paris Limited Edition palette simply so I could we are it every single day we are there. Of course, when it arrives, I'll let you know my thoughts and any looks I have created that i am especially proud of. Might even do another video.
On to the next thing, typically now as we are all finished with exams we go out almost every night and tonight we opted for Kasbah which is a spacious club in Coventry. If you live near there and have never been then honestly you are missing out, not only do you get cheap drinks and plenty of different rooms with music to cater every taste but it also has the best smoking area by far. I don't smoke but so many of my friends do and it's a great way to meet new people regardless, I feel it's a bit more intimate than grinding on some stranger in a club. In Kasbah's instead of standing around aimlessly inhaling second hand smoke, you can buy drinks or pick up a delicious treat from the barbecue. Yes, barbecue, they have the best cheeseburgers ever, freshly made, onions, barbecue sauce, cheese, the lot. I always have two. Don't judge me. They are amazing. So yeah, go.
Before we left, it's customary to predrink or "prink". Honestly, I wasn't really feeling it, for me it is such an effort to get ready because it means I have to put contacts in and although sometimes it's fine, just stab stab, bam, a lot of the time it takes about 20 minutes, and I drop them or have to open another one because it just will not go in. It refuses outright. But I got ready, stabbed my eyes with my daily contacts, showered, messed up my room trying to find something to wear. I was quite lazy about it, I didn't straighten my hair, I donned patterned River Island black leggings and a cream coloured sleeveless, sheer, pearl-buttoned top which you could see my bra through but my hair covered that for the most part. I put on my make-up, totally screwed up my eyeliner so spent another ten minutes trying to fix that and failed. By that time I had given up and went downstairs to drink, because if I was going to have any chance of enjoying this night looking like a hot mess, I was going to have to be drunk.
Long story short, i did wind up having a great night actually. It took us forever to get a taxi, and we had to queue jump which was eye-wateringly expensive but we had a good night. I had two burgers, like I said, so this soaked up the alcohol and I didn't manage to get drunk. But the music and company was good, I danced like a crazy person, my hair looked tragic at the end of the night. And I met a really cute guy, a cute brown guy! Yay! I was checking him out casually while dancing and then forgot he existed as the song changed to something that had everyone twerking or tying to at least all over the shop. But then he bumped into me, and I was about to let him past, when he held my hand and asked me my name etc. He was really sweet, and not even the slightest bit drunk. So I just told him that he was cute and gave him my number, he bought me a drink but I was worried I would lose my friends so I went back, even though he insisted I dance with him. I hate giving guys the wrong impression, we didn't even kiss and that's the way I like it. I have never hooked up with anyone in a club and I don't really intend to, to be honest. It's just not my thing, I have nothing against it, but I guess I am just never the right level of drunk. I am either happy, dancing, screaming lyrics drunk (which is the most frequent) or catatonic, puking in taxis drunk (which has only happened once). I'm never gonna kiss you the life out of your mouth drunk. So that was cool, it boosted my confidence and I was on a cloud for the rest of the night. At least until he approached one of my friends later on while she was dancing next to me and whispered in her ear, and she blew him off, and I morphed into my cynical self and was like *hair flick* "Typical, what a tosser" etc. But after she blew him off, he hugged me and told me it was one of his friends that really liked her and was too chicken, I smiled and sail "Oh for a second then I was going to be insulted" but I didn't really trust him. So I asked my friend what he said, not letting on that he hit on me earlier, and she told me that he said one of his friends really likes her and the inside me was like "Yes!!".
I had a great night, I went home exhausted at about 4 in the morning and woke up with a text from him. I am not really sure what to reply yet. He told me he's travelling to South America now that his last year at university is done, so  I don't want to get too attached to his pretty brown eyes. Because they were, hand on heart, the prettiest, most lovely brown eyes I have ever seen and I'm Indian. I see a lot. More blogging soon. I love you all for reading. Thank you, my pretties and please comment, message etc.

In My Shoes: First Night

In order to celebrate my birthday, obviously I went out and as you would expect and I wore these River Island boots, they are my absolute favourite, they are so comfortable and give you a little bit of height without making it a struggle to walk like a boss. In typical Fresher fashion I had a slight YOLO attitude (and I know no-one says that anymore and they shouldn't have started) and decided to start drinking at around 2pm. I woke up with a phone call from my Mama saying Happy Birthday and ordering me to have a good day, it is the first birthday I have ever spent without my family so it was a little bit surreal.
My friends basically bought me alcohol for my birthday, or food. They know me well. I got a tall shot gloss with a personalised message on there, and many shots of vodka were consumed from that, let me tell you. I had Bailey's, orange coloured vodka, Lithuanian vodka, San Miguel, Jack Daniels, there was a quite a range. My friend Ali got me food at the local pub because he is a sweetheart and he wasn't going out with us that night.
To celebrate in true University of Warwick fashion we selected Jagermonster at Evolve in Leamington Spa, here we can get this thing called uni express which is a bus that takes you to the club at 11pm and picks you up at 3am. It's convenient and the ticket includes entry and queue jump. I drank a lot before we went and got ready obviously. I love getting ready to go out it is one of my favourite things, but my closest friend is so incredibly beautiful and she was wearing a crop top and shorts and looked stunning, her stomach is pancake flat so I didn't really see the point. Everything I tried on just wasn't up to scratch, but I found a pretty dress spent ages on my makeup trying to contour using blush, setting powder, four different eyeshadows, and testing out my new Maybelline gel liner, which incidentally is very good. I always feel slightly self conscious when I plaster myself in makeup, it's because I don't usually do it, but on nights out literally ten minutes in I'll check my reflection in the ladies and it will have disappeared or melted onto my face or something so I wanted to look nice.
I was done getting ready so I went to our common room, people sang, a cake was brought out and I was so touched because a lot of my friends still have exams so I honestly didn't expect a thing. I was just happy I had people to go out with, but then I blew out the candles and felt a little sad that I wasn't with my family. I felt like a grown up, celebrating my birthday without them. I swear, turning a year older never fails to make you philosophical.
So me, Ieva, and two guys called Brad and Dave came out. Dave is the sloppiest drunk, he actually becomes psychotic, not even lying. In the queue I hugged everyone, spoke to strangers and was friendly as fuck. I am the most affectionate drunk, I am basically me on a nice day, I smile and laugh and decide to make friends with everyone. I'm THAT drunk girl. When we get there, we chat, laugh, drink a bit more and then that is essentially all I remember. One second I was chatting to Dave and Brad and then the next I wake up in my bed, contacts still in. That's the second night in a row that I slept with my contacts still in, bad Kiran. I was still wearing my dress and tights, and my shoes were exactly like that on the floor next to my bed. My head didn't hurt, I felt really comfortable, my legs just felt strangely light when I got up to walk.
I still felt drunk until about 5pm. Though I tried to keep active, just chilling with friends, getting a bunch of stuff from the post room. I have never blacked out before and I woke up terrified of what I had done or said, because I could just feel it in my soul that I embarrassed myself, possibly even humiliated. Thanks to Facebook I got various concerned messages, the majority informing me that I was "soo drunk" and that I had passed out in the club and then in the taxi and that one off my friends thought I was going to die, and that I puked in a taxi and basically owe everyone a tonne of cash. I suck.
But on the positive side of things, I woke up and my makeup looked pretty good still, wish I had taken a picture now, promise to do so next time. Additionally, I did something I have never done before, that's not very fearless in the scheme of things but it's a start, right? From what I do remember, I had a great time and if you can't get drunk and chunder on your birthday without people giving you shit about it then when can you?