Scarlett O'Susi

Warning: This is cathartic. Not interesting.

nobody@vox.com(ScarlettSusi) — Thu, 26 Jun 2008 21:19:51 +0100

I was supposed to go vip to Wimbledon tomorrow. I don't like tennis, but I do like champagne and I do like free shit. My stupid foot has meant that I have to had to give the ticket away.

From tomorrow I'll have worked from home for 3 days in a row. That's not the fun kind of working from home, where you take your laptop and go somewhere with WiFi and a plug. No, that would be the kind of working from home where you're on the sofa and you haven't breathed any fresh air in 48 hours and counting. Because of my stupid foot.

I might not even be able to go to Shunt tomorrow night, which is officially the most fun bar in the whole of London, and would probably be the best night of my life.

God, I'm boring myself. There is no reason to be this dull.

I'm going to go out tomorrow and tear it up regardless. Even if I have to do it in *shudder* flats.

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The joke is on me

nobody@vox.com(ScarlettSusi) — Tue, 24 Jun 2008 21:26:26 +0100

Hilariously. I can't walk and the best girl in the whole wide world (Leonie) has had to strap up my foot. It's fucking agony and I can't wait for the ibruprofen to kick in.

I will be spending the rest of the evening trying to convince myself it was the yoga wot done it, and not The Shoes.

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Well, if you insist on seeing them...

nobody@vox.com(ScarlettSusi) — Mon, 23 Jun 2008 14:43:29 +0100

These are waaaaay better than a one-bedroom flat in Muswell Hill.

Russell Crowe has nothing on me

Officially for The Wedding of the Century at the end of July, it may well take me that long to work out how to walk in them.

Je freakin' t'aime

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Argh! Only 49 years, 6 months left!

nobody@vox.com(ScarlettSusi) — Tue, 17 Jun 2008 22:08:03 +0100

All the way back in March, I made a list of 50 things I wanted to do in the next 50 years. It turns out it was a marvellous way to focus the mind, and there are at least two things I've done. Go me! June has an even number of letters in it, begins with J (which is quite a nice letter) and rhymes with moon (one of my favourite night time sights) so seems as good a reason to review as any.

Also, it's like a blogging pat on the back.

Have someone put on a firework display in my honour
Throw a party with caterers
Buy a piece of art for over 1000 pounds
Buy a house in London I'm still saving, so a little bit closer than I was when I originally wrote this
Buy a house out of the UK
Make jam
Go on a spontaneous trip abroad I woke up one morning and I'd booked a flight to San Francisco. I was taking off in less than 4 weeks which (for me) counts as the utmost in spontaneity
Learn all the words to 'We Didn't Start the Fire'
Have a arty and naked (or is it nude if it's arty?) photo taken
Own a feature wall
Have one more tattoo I totally did this. I still absolutely love it, and I still haven't worked out a short and socially acceptable explanation
Paint each nail a different colour and keep them like that for a week I don't know why I wrote this. I don't want all my nails a different colour. Idiot.
Own at least a couple beautiful and charming children I've totally done this!! ... Just kidding
Successfully complete a fully functional and fabulous relationship
Get a round of applause on a stage
Open a rock band set by hitting the drum sticks with a 1-2-3-4.
Spend a weekend pretending to be someone completely different from me
Go to the gym consistently for six months
Get a dog
Learn to spend an entire evening in towering heels
Give someone my number on public transport I had the perfect opportunity to do this and I didn't. It's going to be one of those death bed regrets unless I sort it out soon.
Learn a language
Spend the evening drinking champagne on a yacht
Go to Australia and New Zealand
Go out all night clubbing and then go on to a Sunday session
26. Read Anne of Green Gables sitting in a window seat
27. Visit Prince Edward Island
28. Own part of a company
29. Have a long running personal video blog
30. Work in a newsroom
31. Have a dress made that I designed
32. Have an empty wash basket more often than not
33. Do the London to Brighton cycle ride Again, I'm not sure why I put this. I really don't fancy it.
34. Go to Punk
35. Watch a sellout gig from the side of the stage
36. Be a muse
37. Buy a bra from Rigby and Peller
38. Go to the Wellcome Gallery I did this. I saw all the Victorian memento mori stuff, which was fascinating, as well as the Life Before Death exhibition. That's a bit heavy for the flippant nature of pretty much everything I write (it was pictures of people just before and just after they died) and I left before the end.
39. Delete all the dupes from my iTunes It becomes irrelevant when your IPOD DIES and you lose EVERYTHING THAT MEANS ANYTHING TO YOU, Just sayin.
40. Discover Paris
41. Scuba dive
42. Sky dive
43. Put a note in someone's packed lunch
44. Spend a weekend alone by the sea Done, done, done. It was lovely, but low in life revelations
45. Go to the Burning Man festival
44. Get a psychic reading I did this as well, but the further away it gets, the less I feel it meant anything
47. Send in a postcard to Post Secret
48. Apologise to the ex-boyfriend who deserves an apology I think about this everytime I'm half cut, and have drafted it into my head a million times. Needless to say, I still haven't done it.
49. Go about dancing, stay til the end and be completely sober
50. Own a pair of Christian Louboutins

Apologies for the numbers. They're ridiculous.

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Brownies, babies and bad photography

nobody@vox.com(ScarlettSusi) — Thu, 12 Jun 2008 18:22:53 +0100

cakes

I completed my second baby shower this weekend, and even managed to contribute. My brownies were the talk of the town, which must have been galling for Paul, who had spent heaps of money and effort hosting, and Leonie, who laid on a spread of sandwiches the likes of which Cranleigh has never seen before. Me? I grabbed a recipe off BBC Food and doubled the mixture. 80 brownies, and eternal respect from everyone (to be fair, they were amazing. I added a tiny pinch of crack).

Baby showers are an odd event now - there are now lots of pregnant people, engaged people and home owners. They sat at the back during the present opening. The cynical and single amongst us sat at the front making stupid remarks and freaking out about the fact that Emma was going to have an actual child. I'm pretty sure we were pissing off the Grown Ups - there's only do many times you can joke about the hell of childbirth, apparently.

In other news, my drunk photography is getting worse. I'm not sure what happens to me, but half cut on my way home it's very rare I get back without thinking I've found something beautiful which can be perfectly captured on my shitty Blackberry camera. Empty public transport seems to be a particular draw. Despite the time I take to frame, and to a lesser extent, focus, it's never quite how I imagine it in my head. And it increases my odds of being mugged exponentially. I'm like a really drunk, really shit David Bailey.

London through the eyes of a drunk

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I left my dollars in San Francisco

nobody@vox.com(ScarlettSusi) — Thu, 05 Jun 2008 21:14:26 +0100

So, it was amazing. It's such a fantastic city, and I had such a fantastic time.

There was red wine
There was steak
There was ice cream

Hotel boheme

There was rolling about on a hill
There was priming of wine glasses
There was shopping in Anthropologie

Bridgeness

There was shopping in thrift stores with no names
There was coffee and bagels in the sun
There was a death cab for me (yeah I suck, but I was dressed nice)
There was 5 meals in one day

Dock

There was an opium den
There was a Shaun of the Dead scene
There was pizza the size of a pie
There was hillage
There was loads of other fun stuff nsfw. Soz.

Steepness

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And as I was saying...

nobody@vox.com(ScarlettSusi) — Tue, 27 May 2008 21:34:30 +0100

Not that long ago I made it known that I'm not a huge fan of restaurants and bars who sign their toilets in unclear signs. And yes, not knowing much about Mexico, I went in the boys toilet.

OhmygodI'msosorry

Apparently that one wasn't it.

Here? Am I supposed to be here?

God damn that Margerita Happy Hour.

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Hair and flowers and other good stuff

nobody@vox.com(ScarlettSusi) — Mon, 12 May 2008 22:23:07 +0100

So, I am totes going to San Francisco, that place that I've told people I wanted to go to, plotted getting to through the medium of Apple and done everything short of actually booking a flight to.

Yes, I've seen the film too

It turns out, all you need is a bit of cash burning a hole in your pocket, some red wine and Facebook chat. Zuckerberg has a lot to answer for.

I shall be mainly mooching round pretending I live there. In my bag I will have a Macbook Air, my proper camera, and a working knowledge of Silicon Valley. There's a chance I may never return to British soil.

Also, Bowerbirds

Hymns for a Dark Horse [VINYL]

Bowerbirds

. They're pretty great. Please do listen, should you get the chance.

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The real reason people wear sunglasses in clubs

nobody@vox.com(ScarlettSusi) — Thu, 08 May 2008 23:09:39 +0100

I hate that I waste time being angry. I hate that there are some days when I know I'm being mean to people who have just been trying to make conversation with me, that I give people dirty stares as I pass them on the street, that I'll walk down the road with sunglasses on to avoid having to look people in the eye and that there's nothing to do but wait it out (and perhaps have a glass of red wine - that's a whole other post).

Seriously, walking to the supermarket this afternoon I had a 5 minute rant in my head about how unfair it was that women had to wear bras. I'm mean, ffs. I had a bit of under-wiring sticking in my ribs and all of a sudden it took the brunt of all that I found wrong with the world. Or perhaps there is an argument for the root of all evil being distilled into ill fitting brassieres? It's certainly an unexplored avenue.

Nothing brought this on except some weird chemical imbalance in my body, and it was done and dusted within 12 hours (or at least the end is in sight i.e. I'm lying in bed). But really, it's like I never grew out of pre-school temper tantrums.

In other news, I've got 50% of what I said I needed as a house deposit saved. So that's marvellous. Of course, that's also the amount of money that I said I'd need to go travelling round the world for a year. something I've toyed with for... oooh, eight years now. I had a quick look on STA Travel, and I could do Russia, Japan, Sri Lanka, Australia, New Zealand, South America and the southern states of the US for £1600 flight costs. Or, I could buy a house in an insecure housing market, after paying some ridiculous mortgage amount because I'm a single female, tying myself in to 25 years worth of repayments.

This is obviously a direct result of seeing Char and Paul at the weekend, who spent their house deposit at the eleventh hour on a round the world trip, and have come back saying it's the best thing they ever did.

Can I go back to Cambodia? kthxbai

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Pavement sex

nobody@vox.com(ScarlettSusi) — Wed, 07 May 2008 09:50:49 +0100

Verb: The act of meeting a stranger's eyes when you're walking down the street, and the mutual acknowledgement that you both *would*. Typically happens when it's sunny.

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