Tis the season to be jollly

I waited with baited breath to attend the event I had helped organize, our end of year function.  And well because I had laid my glorious hands on the event I would say it was a success (Beyonce singing "Ego" in the background).  Not like the 2010 World Cup success but a mini, as well as a lunch can go success. Trust me I love attending events, being invited, inviting people etc, but I was peeved at organizing this because it was the event which would help me redeem myself.  Redeem myself? *rolls eyes* Really now!  You're probably lost, well let me start from scratch.  Not only did my Internship come with the agonizing pain of waking up at 04:45am every weekday but we had to provide proof in the end if this really happened - as if the eyebags are not enough! Anyway, we had to hand in a portfolio of evidence due at the end of October.  Well I gathered and collected all my stuff during October, wrote out all my reports and filed everything, by the week it was due I was ready to hand in.  But, because spanners are thrown into works, a huge spanner was thrown into mine.  I don't want to give the details of what I call the beginning of the worst 3 months of my life, but all I can say is that my portfolio is now due on the 5th January 2011 and I am only graduating in May.

So our company "get together" was what I needed to organize to redeem myself.  I helped in organizing it, I attended it yesterday (reason for not having time to blog) and now I have to incorporate it into my already done portfolio - I just start boiling at the thought of this.  Anyway, *deep breath* the highlight of my day was my outfit.  I went out, please note I did not say all out because "all" went out the window remember? I was the full representation of Bohemian Chic, I wore my perfume, I looked good and I felt better.  All of this because no one, absolutely no one can spoil the best time of the year for me ever since I was born 23 years ago.  Tis the season to be jolly and that - I become.  Technically, I should be at home at this time of the year planning vacations, sipping cocktails during the day and not feeling guilty, but instead I spend 8 hours in front of a computer doing nothing much except the occasional net surfing (you can take a girl out of FashionTV but you can never take the FashionTV out of her) and job hunting - looking for a place to firmly place my stylish feet (Beyonce continues singing "Ego").

I guess this will be my programme until I leave in 7 days, that and completing a complete portfolio all in the name of redemption - "Emancipate yourself from mental slavery, none but you can free our minds" - thanks Mr Bob Marley, wise words indeed.  I maybe a slave physically in that I am forced to sit here for 8 hours daily but mentally, forget it, no one can change/alter my dreams afterall they belong to me and are really truly known by me.

Now as I continue having mental images of the colour co-ordination in my closet...