Just realised I am a week and a half behind on my f-list.

Mostly indecision. I can go to a concert on Friday, or I can listen to a guy talk about Bougainville for the purpose of illuminating my understanding of Mister Pip by Lloyd Jones ( Read more... )

They begin with the four seasons, which is appropriate enough given the day's weather. The soloist has a blocked nose and breathes in noisily before every entrance and crescendo, which is distracting, but provides one way of telling the future. Another comes from watching the bass player, whose heavy features remind me of a stereotypical mafia ( Read more... )

( burnt by the sun and faded like an old photograph )

I have begun my first and last year at Hutt High. It feels somewhat surreal ( Read more... )

I have one day to make a pair of spats (digression: what is the singular term? A spat?), bling-ify my new (and newly shaved, an exhausting exercise) felt hat, and bake something to take along with me to the cosplay picnic. Put like that it actually doesn't seem too bad ( Read more... )

Last night I dreamed I had to save the world from a zombie apocalypse by ballroom dancing. In a really pretty dress ( Read more... )

( What can I do to make this outfit more punk? )

2010 is a scary thought. But then, so is every new year and some of them turn out to be scary years and some don't at all. Which will this be, I wonder...

And I am sunburnt.

...that's about all in that area.

In other matters, my exams finished a week ago. I NOW HAVE TIME TO DO ALL THOSE THINGS I'VE BEEN MEANING TO DO FOR MONTHS!

Only I can't.

Um.
Remember what they were.

/flees