Backdated: Sunday 17
Jul. 19th, 2006 09:27 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bending_sickleSaturday morning I went shopping with Ines, the new flat-mate. She found this really pretty skirt in the first store we stopped. It’s really low-rise (or fall, more like) and at least one size too big for me (unless it’s supposed to be that low). But I tried it on and there was much appreciation and yayness. I liked it a lot, so I let it sit a while whilst we carried on with our shopping. We checked out a number of stores as we made our way east towards the coast. For seeing so many (and often sizable) stores, there really wasn’t much to entice me. Ines got a fake peal for her necklace and we turned back around, bought the skirt and went home for lunch.
In the pm, however, I gave it another go, but this time focusing on shoe stores for pretty sandals. No such luck. So instead I went further down to the port, where I had a chocolate-smothered goffre and bought earings, including a magnetic one, just to see what a nose-stud would look like on me.
I’ve chatted a lot with Ines and she says that, maturity-wise, she’d give me a few years. Which is nice. Although, the little bitter bit inside me says that, sure, I’m mature. But then again I was never immature, never took part in all those foolish adolescent mistakes. All I had back then was naivity, and by bloody gum, I still do.
Today I got up late and with the intent of doing my German half-page essay on a woman living without cash (but lots of favours) by choice and then going to the beach. Instead, I read a bit of![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
earthwhatwere’s Beauty and the Mess, though I’m nowhere near done at chapter 40-ish. There’s some sixty more to go.
Unfortunately, baby bit the blues hard today and desperately needed to leave the house before I went totally batshit. So I gathered my stuff, including Good Omens for that fifth or sixth reread, and hurried out to the mall by the beach. (Also currently reading Le Petit Prince in its entirety for the first time.) Had a whopper, decided against the salad, and watched The White Countess. The movie was really nice, in a painfully-sad-at-times sort of way. (This combination, of course, can be completely explained by the fact that it was written by Kazuo Ishiguro.) Ralph (pronounced Rafe, *she mocks*) Feinnes was a somewhat-convincing blindman. (Walking about uncertainly is just half of it, Mr.) His American accent was unobtrusive to the point of my forgetting he’s supposed to be American. Mr Jackson’s Japanese acquaintance, Mr. (?), was brilliantly done and written. I loved how formal there were to each other despite the obvious advances in their friendship.
Btw, Ines has Gladiator. *squees to the four ends of the world*
In the pm, however, I gave it another go, but this time focusing on shoe stores for pretty sandals. No such luck. So instead I went further down to the port, where I had a chocolate-smothered goffre and bought earings, including a magnetic one, just to see what a nose-stud would look like on me.
I’ve chatted a lot with Ines and she says that, maturity-wise, she’d give me a few years. Which is nice. Although, the little bitter bit inside me says that, sure, I’m mature. But then again I was never immature, never took part in all those foolish adolescent mistakes. All I had back then was naivity, and by bloody gum, I still do.
Today I got up late and with the intent of doing my German half-page essay on a woman living without cash (but lots of favours) by choice and then going to the beach. Instead, I read a bit of
earthwhatwere’s Beauty and the Mess, though I’m nowhere near done at chapter 40-ish. There’s some sixty more to go. Unfortunately, baby bit the blues hard today and desperately needed to leave the house before I went totally batshit. So I gathered my stuff, including Good Omens for that fifth or sixth reread, and hurried out to the mall by the beach. (Also currently reading Le Petit Prince in its entirety for the first time.) Had a whopper, decided against the salad, and watched The White Countess. The movie was really nice, in a painfully-sad-at-times sort of way. (This combination, of course, can be completely explained by the fact that it was written by Kazuo Ishiguro.) Ralph (pronounced Rafe, *she mocks*) Feinnes was a somewhat-convincing blindman. (Walking about uncertainly is just half of it, Mr.) His American accent was unobtrusive to the point of my forgetting he’s supposed to be American. Mr Jackson’s Japanese acquaintance, Mr. (?), was brilliantly done and written. I loved how formal there were to each other despite the obvious advances in their friendship.
Btw, Ines has Gladiator. *squees to the four ends of the world*
