One Rather Overhyped Unoriginal Announcement

November 28, 2014

Dear readers of Olivia Curls,
 
I've got an announcement to make, which you should be (potentially, sort of, perhaps) happy with.
 
This announcement is going to be over hyped just like the Zoella range.
 
This announcement is going to be even more unoriginal that the Pointless Book.
 
This announcement is going to be more interesting than the latest Kimberley Walsh book.
 
However, it is not going to be hyped any longer.
 
Want to find out?
 
Wait until my next post, in the next week, probably to be removed from drafts in the next millennium.
 
I'll shut up.
 
My announcement is that I've got a boyfriend.
 
HAHHAAH LOL NO.
 
That was a lie. I'm forever alone.
 
My announcement is that I'm doing #BLOGMAS.
 
That's right.
 
I'm dedicating myself to writing 31 posts in 31 days.
 
Don't laugh. I may accomplish it.
 
I sometimes accomplish things.
 
Come back on the 1st December to see this beautiful month kick into action.
 
Who knows, I may talk about sex.
 
I was forced to put this into my post by my friends in the diner.
 
Abi, Chesca, Beth and Gemma are my squad.
 
Adios until Monday.
 
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Too Brassbound To Talk About It

November 18, 2014


I honestly had no idea what nonsensical title to use for this post as I expect it to be a slightly dysfunctional 'life update' post but the words life update seem boring and repetitive, no? I'm not cool enough or structured enough to write one of these every Sunday either, so I couldn't call it a Sunday Segment or whatever my Bloglovin feed decides is in fashion this week (catty or what!?) Anyway, here's what I've been doing, as I'm not too brassbound to talk about my practical fortnight since I last saw you all, if you're interested in hearing my daily rambles you can follow me under @olivia_curls (blog related) and @xoliviamae (general life) on Twitter and hopefully I'll keep you entertained with selfies and the sort.
 
001: School found out about the not-so-lovely blog post I wrote about them, which I was happy about as it let them know my feelings while also showing that I had the rather decent capability to stand up for myself, but apart from that nothing came of it and not a single rule has changed, apart from I came in a pair of jeans last Wednesday with a black blazer and they didn't say anything or send me home but then at the same time they were sending others home so unless they're scared of me saying something else? I guess I looked rather smart in black brogues, smart black jeans (they were a different pair) paired with a white shirt and black blazer, it'd be suitable in an office surely?
 
002: I had an unimaginable sense of determination power through me during the week which I detailed in some rather rambly texts and tweets, I mean me writing two essays in one night!? I think somebody slipped something in my drink as I finished so much work with days to go half the time (hell yes) and I'm finally no longer behind in my lessons, which is a rather large relief.
 
003: One of my friends celebrated her 18th birthday last weekend so we went for a meal to the local Italian to catch up and celebrate and it was bloody lovely. Some of the girls who were invited I'd not seen since I'd left secondary school and barely seen them when I was even there so it was absolutely amazing to be able to find out what they were doing nowadays and I'd love to do it again sometime soon. Happy belated birthday Vicky!
 
004: I somehow managed to work three days this weekend which meant by Sunday evening my hair still had a faint smell of popcorn even though I'd washed it every day in between, but salted popcorn is beautiful so I suppose it isn't a bad smell to have haha! I can't wait till the end of the month *wink face*
 
005: I went for a little Costa catch up with a friend and tried one of the hot chocolates from the Christmas collection, and I admit that I gawped a little when reading the calorie board (I blame Katie from Scarphelia for tweeting about it) but the new black forest version is honestly the nicest thing I've ever tried from there, I'd wholly recommend it and the picture I've uploaded at the top of this post is making me feel rather hungry right now..
 
006: I cannot wait for this Saturday coming as I'm losing my standing concert virginity by going to see one of my favourite (scrap that, my favourite) punk pop while still sort of mod band, The Ordinary Boys! I wasn't happy when they split up in 2007 after Preston, the lead singer, got married to the blonde airhead Chantelle from Big Brother who then subsequently divorced him and had a baby with Katie Price's ex husband Alex Reid, but what can you do. I love their new song 'Awkward' and though it hasn't lead them down the path I expected them to go down, I'm excited to see what is to happen to them come 2015 when the comeback tour is over..
 
So that was my life in the past two weeks.. hopefully my blog posts won't be as all over the place and will follow some kind of pattern in the coming weeks but that's all wishful thinking. My college work seems to be driving me crazy and I still have a post to write about a brand where I've been sent quite a few things to review, so I'm feeling guilty about not doing that but it'll all work out fabulous in the end, with this seemingly never ending buzz I've had this week or so maybe the world is my oyster!?
 
Have a nice week homies xo
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If Sixth Form Treat Us Like Children, We Should Flaming Act Like Children

November 07, 2014




My name is Olivia and I'm supposedly a seventeen year old cup-a-soup obsessive from Yorkshire. I'm currently studying four A Levels at a school which I have attended since I was eleven years old. I am currently filling out a UCAS application form which details which university I wish to spend the next three years at. I have just had the pleasure of a rain sodden walk home to change one pair of jeans for another pair which are not emblazoned with a two small insignificant studs placed on the waist. Let me repeat my age. I am seventeen years old and are currently making one of the biggest yet scariest decisions of my life. No, these decisions do not involve the shade of trouser I chose to wrap around my thighs, but they involve a future full of laughter or a future sat on a till. It's safe to say that a pair of jeans is not very high up on my caring list.

Except it is. According to my badly run prehistoric school in the middle of nowhere, the things that cover my nakedness on a day to day basis is so much more important than my education. Google describes the not so important noun as 'the process of receiving or giving systematic instruction' and 'an enlightening experience.' Enlightening experience my arse. (excuse my French.) 

The place I visit every day has become a breeding ground for hatred and anger, there is talk of a petition which may or may not help us enjoy our time sat in the 'study room' (because the canteen has been renamed so we no longer have a social area) and the amount of threats flying about about quitting has increased tenfold. Once the television was turned off (according to the head of my sixth form this was mysteriously broken) and the promise of music was disallowed, the complete mentality and ethos of actual feelings just dropped of the face of the Earth as if it had never existed. Last year there was at least some atmosphere which wasn't likened to the feelings in a morgue, now the only thing that keeps us going is bitching about the school, if you think we like it you're rather mistaken.

I can't seem to fathom how the school that I actually enjoyed last year has gone so far down in my estimations within practically weeks, but then I can't think about last year as the same school at all. Not one thing is the same. Last year, aged sixteen, I was responsible for turning up to my own lessons and working in my own free periods. This year, I'm a year older but obviously not a year wiser. We've been assigned certain times where we have to sit in the library all huddled up like four year olds, and God forbid if you don't turn up. Detentions baby! I thought detentions had gone out of the window once I'd left compulsory education. At other times where you aren't ordered upstairs by the library lady, you have to sit in the goldfish bowl of the canteen - no study room I mean, sorry! while the heads of the school look into the room from their offices while judging your every move and come and tell you that you'll regret not working in a couple of months and read our target grades out in a monotone voice which makes me want to sleep. I know my target grades thanks, you don't need to remind me. 

The sad thing is that you wouldn't be subjected to all of these fun activities if you're not wearing the correct dress code. Last year, I wore skaker skirts and nice shirts, and if I do say so myself I never once looked downright disgusting and off putting to visitors, nor did I think that what I was wearing was affecting my education. This year, I probably look worse than I did last year - for that matter I know I look worse this year. Wearing skin tight midi skirts do nothing for my figure nor do they look flattering to the many new students who are coming up, but school think they are very suitable for me to wear even though I look more of a slut in them than I do in my skater skirts, which skim over my arse rather than accentuating it. This dress code used the great definitions of 'necklines should be above the armpit' and 'your skirts should touch the back of the calf when your leg is bent at a ninety degree angle' and though in theory this may sound smart, if you either can't afford to look good or have ridiculously bad fashion sense it can make you look like a nightmare. 

The school seem to think that by wearing a pair of jeans which featured a slight stud that was covered by my smart top was affecting my education so much that I had to be sent home and miss a lesson in the process, but I don't. I changed into a second pair of jeans without a tiny stud but with a zip and that supposedly follows the rules as they were cotton material. The other pair were flaming cotton material! (I even emailed H&M directly and they clarified that the pair with studs on were acceptable work wear and were cotton trousers rather than jeans, it said trousers on the receipt.)

So here's my rant about how I feel my school are treating me and the rest of the 200 or so pupils like babies and expecting us to react like adults. I would love some feedback on what you think I should do.     


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Mini Haul

November 06, 2014

 
My blog has recently become an emporium to my thoughts and dreams and I admit that I love it. In twenty years time when all is left of my childhood is memories, I have this sanctuary on my own part of the world wide web ready to leap back into my subconsciousness, I have a place which is freely accessible where I can read my inner processes like they were buzzing through my brain ten minutes previously. Yet sometimes I read the sidebar of my small and insignificant website and realise that 'fashion' is no longer incorporated into it. Why, may you ask? I just don't have many things to say about it anymore.
 
I do have an obsession with the industry we find ourselves in, and that's why the seven letter word remains lingering around these parts though stereotypical and materialistic fashion posts are seemingly becoming a thin and uncommon occurance on the blog and I don't know whether I like this. I hope that in the future that renewed trends and aspirations conjure themselves into lovely mini essays and snapshots but for now, this isn't happening.
 
Alas, the last time my inner synapses burned with excitement over the reduction of my bank balance was with this mini haul. Ark, the store that only Northerners seem to know about suprises me and perplexes me in multiple amounts every time I visit, as their clothes are sincerely hit and miss or more expensive than my debit card will allow. Nonetheless I managed to pick up two beautiful tops, one being a crop which I expect should be paired with a matching short combo in a deep blue colour with mini flowers dotting over the top. I don't do things the way they're meant to be *shakes head at self* but I've teamed it with a high waisted skirt and worn it for college, disobeying every dress code mantra but not caring anyway... oops. The green nature inspired top is also from Ark and though it is a little longer than the crop, I find that it needs to be worn with something high waited also to hide my less than perfected midriff.
 
The rest of the haul is from Urban Outfitters, with the book entitled 'Social Photography' by Daniela Bowker being my favourite out of the lot. It encompasses every tip and trick I've seen lying round the blogosphere into one neat and concise book, with the chapters set out clearly so I find it easy to flick through to find the bits which take my fancy. I somewhat expected the guide to rattle on about high end paid for applications specifically for IPhone so I was pleasantly surprised to notice that the Android users of the world were nicely taken care of along with those of us who do not have a credit card linked up to the App Store which allows us to spend money on downloads.
 
My final purchases were a 'Catseye' make up bag which will be travelling with me across the country and the world and a popcorn bucket, as movie nights in are becoming less frequent than they ever were and I would like to reinstate them as a family gathering more often. (It does help that I am a rather big fan of salted popcorn!)
 
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A Trip To The National Media Museum

November 04, 2014

 
 
 
 Rain sodden pavements on a typical Yorkshire morning weren't enough to dampen the hyperactive spirits who were pleased to get out of a day involving Business and English (nope, just me?) as we took an overdue yet overextended trip to the National Media Museum in Bradford with school. I expected it to be larger than it was, but wasn't necessarily disappointed at the activities and choice on offer. A day filled with selfies and an archaic episode of Tracy Beaker seemed to keep our smiles tight, and for a free trip out you can't complain.
 
The museum included so many different artefacts which were fascinating, including the last remaining set from Wallace and Gromit after a devastating fire attacked the building where the rest were kept in the early noughties; it's ridiculous though beautiful to notice how much effort goes into one slight object like a chair but it made me appreciate all of the people behind the scenes who take so much time presenting and creating something for the common people to have as background noise over Christmas time. There were also sets created for the Wombles on show, and it's fascinating how one person has the passion and ability to painstakingly write a newspaper article on a scrap of material no bigger than a memory card, which probably reads as nonsense when shown on the television if it is even noted by the viewer.
 
Though we were meant to be checking out the animation sections, my heart lied within the photography zone; old SLR's lined up in cages alongside polaroid's from yesteryear and modern times within a whole area littered with compacts and professional video tools. Though most of the cameras were tucked away from prying fingers, the feeling I took away from it was not one of a museum, it felt to me like an oddities store which encouraged the young and old to join in and the feeling I seem to have gathered from the photo room in particular was one that encapsulates the whole building, one of mystery and gathering yet one of preserve and culture. I probably don't make sense here (sorry.)
 
Downstairs, the ground floor was taken over by floor focus in which every computer from the very first was displayed beneath our feet (a perfect place for a good #fromwhereistand hashtag if I do say so myself) which was rather cute - though I did fear for the safety of the PC's as my heavy footed steps were rattling precariously against the glass and chances are the products beneath me were worth millions - eek!
 
As it's free to get in, I'd recommend you going if you're in the area but at a push it would only take up two hours of your time, so don't expect to make a day of it. You can find the official website with more information featured here.   
 
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