I'm in my car in a white linnen summer dress, strappy sandals and huge sunglasses (everyone insists they're too big for me but I bought them in 2013 and I'm bringing them back) - I'm not going somewhere special, I'm just determined to become the notoriously overdressed person you see at the supermarket. Anyways, I just spotted a tweet from the lovely Billi from Billi Loves Beauty saying that she nominated me for the Versatile Blogger Award - isn't that sweet?

Now, I'm not sure what that actually means, but I imagine it to be kinda like one of these chain messages that moms send each other on WhatsApp, that say something really nice about you and then you send them to other people that you think are nice?

Yeah, that's not quite it.

I just read up on the VBA website as well as Billi's own post and it is done as follows: I am going to share seven facts about me and then nominate seven other blogs to do the same, so here we go!

1) I like even numbers. If I did, say, a fitness exercise (a far-fetched example, obviously), I'd do two or four or six sets. If I drew a house, it would have four windows. If I knocked on wood, I'd do it four times. Uneven numbers are just so icky, aren't they?

2) I hate the sound of vacuuming. Someone is doing it right now and it distresses me so much - I used to cover my ears and cry when I was little and what can I say, that reaction still makes sense to me. It's not only the loud slurping sound, it's also that you have to shout over it in order to talk to someone, and then everything automatically becomes urgent and stressful. Has no one invented silent vacuums yet? Probably, and they're probably worth a lil trip to Europe so no one in their right mind buys them.

3) I never colored my hair and I don't think I will. First of all, I like my hair color and am too scared that it will never be the same afterwards. Second of all, my hair is in such marvelous condition it would probably break off at the roots and then fall out of my scalp if anything chemical touched it.

4) I couldn't whistle if my life depended on it. My mouth does not do the thing with the tune coming out.

5) I am about 162 centimeters tall (or short, however you view the world). I can wear all the high heels that float my boat.

6) I learned to play the recorder in elementary school. I still know some of it. One day it'll come in handy and I'll get famous with a recorder band.

7)  I like handwriting. In class, there's usually a row of macbooks (I don't have one because I'm PC all the way) and me. That means it's much harder for me than for everyone else to subtly text while pretending to take notes.

That's all from me, now onto the nominations....

Lily Blogs Life

Becky Bedbug

VictoriaaHelenn

Jessica's Life

Thania's Beauty

BeeBecca Blogs

Sarah in Wonderland

 I'd love to see them do this and find out more about them. Thanks again for the nomination!

Next time we talk I'll be in Hamburg....

Love,

Rosy Smith

You know what, I actually prefer being permanently annoyed over being permanently crying -it's just less messy.

Having said that and brought everyone into a sunshiny mood, let's talk about the latest developments in the moving department!

My dad has gotten me this sweet book with hidden spots to visit in Hamburg so that I won't be totally lost on what to do on weekends. One of the first things I noticed about it, aside from the delicious paperbag smell (yeah, I'm a book smeller. Where are my fellow people?) was the cutesy layout with hairlines and vibrant blue divider pages which is exactly what we've been talking about at such length it beat eternity in design class this year. And I immediately saw it! I guess I must've learned something after all (make room for the collective breath of disbelief).



I need to keep buzzin' for various reasons, so I spent a nice half hour scouting out the nearest pizza delivery services, comparing their respective price/offer situation to one another and looking for something similar to a redbox (I need to have something playing in the background when I'm alone so I don't start talking to myself. I mean I would read, but that's harder to do while cooking/cleaning/working than watching TV).

It's the next day and it's so sunny and I feel very youtuber-y, sitting outside "working" (Youtubers probably work, I'm just watching vlogs and drinking pineapple juice. I do wear a hat and huge flower sunglasses, though.), so that's more intruiging, right?

I went to an office supply store this morning, along with what felt like hundreds of parents with their kids, ticking of the back to school lists. Me on the other hand, being a non-working lazeball for another ten days, aimlessly wandered around looking at random glitter pens. My loveliest friend (she's back from Europe, yay) pointed out that I probably won't need to bring my own supplies to work at a magazine where the product's made out of paper; however, I actually like to have notebooks and paperclips and markers around me wherever I go. (I just watched two minutes of an episode of Private Practice, I know neither the storyline nor what happened in this episode, but I'm on the verge of crying. That's effective screenwriting.) Okay, I got a stapler. It's pink. But I realize I don't know the secret way to actually put the staples in. Life is full of surprises.

Oh oh, I decided I will make use of public libraries, firstly because I recently rewatched Sex And The City The Movie and Carrie did it and made it look boheme, and also because of the living alone / talking to myself situation that requires lots of books. Since I can't take many from home (and have read those so often I constantly get déja-vu), lending just comes in handy.

Okay, so we're slowly entering the next phase, which is titled "putting stuff in boxes". Goodness. See you then.

Love,

Rosy Smith

First off, this is an old picture, but there simply are no nice ones of me this summer that don't involve a cat or a couch. Also, you are now a witness of the only time I ever went hiking and had the opportunity to meaningfully look back on a path.

My arm looks weird there.

Anyways, there's not much time left until I leave for Hamburg and I have not prepared a thing. Besides buying myself some really cool shoes, oh and some businessy pants; see, I had that impulse to go out and buy myself somethin' pretty, so I hit the stores all alone. It was a lovely, hot day, and I wore a tan mini skirt and a white crop top and my trusty chunky sandals (to kinda balance out the unwashed ponytail I was sporting. You know the drill). And then this man came up to me and told me I looked "mindblowing" and if I wanted to be an escort. Or, I'm not quite sure on this, if I wanted to hand out business cards for an escort service. Either way, I wasn't exactly falling over with excitment, so I told him "my parents do not want me giving my number away to strangers" (which, you know, is technically not even a lie) and he got all huffed up and walked out, which is always a sign of true professionalism if you ask me. However, it was the very same store I got my pants in, so it was all good.

But aside from a big suitcase full of clothes, there appears to be lots of extra stuff that I need to think of bringing with me to settle into the apartment (did I mention the apartment? It's nice and anonymous, just the way I like it). Like, a kitchen scale. And just before I was looking at a pile of folded towels and wondered if the guy who usually lives there owns a laundry basket. Who thinks of laundry baskets? I probably will not, ever again, unless I write that down.

So, when do I actually start piling everything into boxes? Do I even have enough boxes? Also, which set of candles am I taking? See, I have been gifted decorative lights and strings and such on almost every gift appropriate occasion and I couldn't possibly set them all up in my childhood room, so now's the time to actually go through with an interior concept. I mean, as far as that's possible witout changing the furniture, 'cause I'm guessing the guy who usually lives there would mind a bit.

I'm so ready to start packing and get it over with. I also need to pencil in some time to cry about being away from home as well as teaching my cat how to skype, so we better start sooner than later!

Start the countdown, lovelies.

Love,

Rosy Smith

The Harold Song - Kesha

Found this hidden gem (hidden because I filed Kesha under fun party anthems in my head) some time ago and I love the specificness with which she describes their relationship (although Harold is some unromantic name): "I miss your white sheets / I miss the scratch of your unshaved face on my cheek". Also, the chorus just hits it perfectly: "They say that true love hurts / Well, this could almost kill me / Young love, murder / That is what this must be"

Amnesia - 5 Seconds of Summer

They formulate the everlasting question: "If what we had was real, how could you be fine?". Also, the fact that sometimes, you wish you could forget all about it, because the pain is too intense; however, I personally wouldn't want to forget anything because even though it might hurt to think about good times gone by, those memories are still too precious to bury. "I wish that I could wake up with amnesia  / And forget about the stupid little thing / Like the way it felt to fall asleep next to you / And the memories I never can escape / 'Cause I'm not fine at all"

Littlest Things - Lily Allen

If you ever feel crazy for wishing you had just a little bit more time, don't. Lily got your back, and if she experiences this, it must be legit. "I know it's not right, but it seems unfair / The things are reminding me of you / Sometimes I wish we could just pretend / Even if only for one weekend / So come on, Tell me / Is this the end?"

Pity Party - Melanie Martinez

I don't care what this is supposed to be about, it's a damn good song for any situation in which you just want to get into some fancy négligé and cry your eyes out while lighting something on fire. Happens fairly regularly, these days, doesn't it? "It's my party and I'll cry if I want to / Cry if I want to (cry, cry, cry) / I'll cry until the candles burn down this place / I'll cry until my pity party's in flames / I'm laughing, I'm crying / It feels like I'm dying / It's my party and I'll cry if I want to"

Writer In The Dark - Lorde

Firstly, this one's got such a pretty melody to it, and secondly, the whole "sitting in the dark, penning a song about how I'll pour all my love for you into this very song, but because it's so artsy it's not creepy but cool" attitude is totally my thing: "Bet you rue the day you kissed a writer in the dark / Now she's gonna play and sing and lock you in her heart / Bet you rue the day you kissed a writer in the dark / I am my mother's child, I'll love you 'til my breathing stops / I'll love you 'til you call the cops on me"

Diamonds And Rust - Joan Baez

I was actually researching Bob Dylan for a trend booklet when I found out about his romance with Joan and how this song is supposed to be about him, the bohemian outcast musician who might have just screwed things up between them by being too damn bohemian outcast-ish and solemn and melancholic. Still, I think they loved each other. "Our breath comes out white clouds / Mingles and hangs in the air / Speaking strictly for me / We both could have died then and there / Now you're telling me / You're not nostalgic / Then give me another word for it / You who are so good with words
And at keeping things vague / Because I need some of that vagueness now / It's all come back too clearly / Yes I loved you dearly / And if you're offering me diamonds and rust / I've already paid"

Love,

Rosy Smith