location: yesterday approx. 5.45pm, hammersmith Piccadilly line train.

this girl jumps into the train in front of me, which, rude. but anyway, she had mental long curlyish hair with that 'wet look'... ew. i ignore her existence and listen to my music.

two stops later she jumps out of her seat and sits at the end, at one of the seats with the plastic window. when she sits down she actually flips her hair around her head in an 80s rock fashion. she pulls out a plastic insert thing from a paper, opens it and looks at the cd inside. i can see that it's a self help cd. she ponders it for a while, and then taps the person next to her on the shoulder, and gives it to them.........?! weird.
she then proceeds to look in her compact, checking up her nose, then does her makeup, and then sits back and files her nails. on... the tube...
she stares at EVERYONE during this whole time, especially me (i was thinking, what the hell do you want? a fuck?)
then these little foreign boys get on and she attempts to engage them in conversation (they were hot) but the response she got was 'i sorry, i no have much english'.
'oh!' she says, making the 'over your head' gesture, adding 'haha over your head'
they don't get it. cue idiot girl trying to explain it to them.
jesus.
she sounded like chantelle.