Mind The Gap…

Can we first spare a moment of silence for the man, the legend….50 Cent. The G that got rich and didn’t die trying, and recently managed to bankrupt himself in a coke storm of (borrowed) cars, gold chains and hoes. If theres one thing that Mr Cent has taught me, its that even if you go from rags toContinue reading “Mind The Gap…”

Oops I did it again…

A week ago I (very literally) crash landed into La Rochelle airport (thanks Ryanair) to begin my working holiday in the South of France. Yes, I really did do it again. Whoops. #I’mABloggerGetMeOutOfHere. The baby poo and sleepless nights of Spain apparently just weren’t enough to deter this…err…serial…working-holiday-ist? from another summer in the sun. YesContinue reading “Oops I did it again…”

They see me tempin’ they hatin’…

I’ve been up all night, tryna get that rich I’ve been work, work, work, work working on my shit. So, as it turns out, not only was I able to secure a little part time job at uni, but I’ve also been offered a Christmas temp position back at home (say what?). Such fun! (Not)Continue reading “They see me tempin’ they hatin’…”

Workin’ 9 to 5…

So as it turns out, Overpacked may just be on her way to being paid. Yes you did just read that right. And yes, I am well aware that I sound like a pretentious twat when I refer to myself in the third person. Such fun. Not overpaid mind you, which is what I actuallyContinue reading “Workin’ 9 to 5…”

Nineteen…

It’s happening….the teenagepocalypse. I woke up the other day and realised that I have ONE more year of my entire life left as a teenager. One more year until I have no excuse not to be an independent, fully functional, self-sustaining adult. I have exactly 330 days to do the stupidest shit possible before IContinue reading “Nineteen…”

On Wednesdays we wear pink….

Believe it or not, I’ve done a lot more this week than just poison myself with toxic substances… A large majority of my time has been taken up by joining societies, which basically involves being pounced on by third years until you cave and pay thirty quid to join their Where’s Wally hide and seek club (exists)….Continue reading “On Wednesdays we wear pink….”

Dropping dolla bill$…

In case you didn’t know, that’s gangster rap talk for spending money. And I’ve just dropped a lot of it…in fact, hang on, let me sit down a moment…I’m feeling a bit faint… Why, oh why, are flights from Spain to London so bloody expensive? It cost me £70 quid to fly out here, includingContinue reading “Dropping dolla bill$…”