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Friday, April 21, 2006
Hey!
I know, I know... it's been a while. Sorry about that, I know how much you all rely on my twice-weekly little observations to take you through those rough days. Anyway, I'm back in Lancaster (WITH internet) for a few days so you'll get your dose this time.
So what's new? I dyed my hair, BLONDE! Two peroxide bleaches and one dye later, and there's still a hint of orange. I'm a ginna, basically. And I like it!
Bought a sewing machine, I call her Charlie. No, that's a lie. I don't know what to call her, but if you have any suggestions please feel free to suggest them. Made some more clothes, so will put up a few eBay auctions in the morning. Will obviously put a link on here, don't you worry. Oh, and buy stuff. :D
Got my very own Peroxsym shirt - it's ace! Thanks, Sierra! Will upload a pic of that too, when I can be bothered borrowing Emma's camera. I know she's in the next room, but.. it requires a lot of effort getting out of this chair!
Well, that's not true. I've not been sat in this chair for a very very long time.
We went up to Mike's last week, it was ace. A break from Manchestuh, some fresh country air... and rain. A lot of rain. And Mike's dad's famous curry... yum!! Going up again on Tuesday. We just don't get proper food if there are no parents around. Hahaha.
I had this thought today. I know, unusual. Blah blah. But anyway. I'd like to think I'm one of those people who don't judge others, or talk about them behind their backs. Well, we all know there are no such people. I guess what I'm trying to say is I wish I was brave enough to actually say what I was thinking out loud, to the people who need to hear it. So here goes:
Open Letter to Girls Who Wear Smart Trousers Turned Shorts;
You look ridiculous. They are seriously not the least bit flattering. God knows I don't have the best dress sense, but I'd like to think if I put on something so horrenduous, my friends would slap me around the back of my head and tell me to put on something that doesn't make me look like a pear. Because that's what friends do. And although I am not your friend, I'll gladly offer to slap some sense into you any day of the week. Office hours nine till five. I know I know, each to their own, diversity in fashion is what makes the Western world such a great place to live. But Jesus. Have you seen the things I'm talking about? Imagine a pair of smart men's trousers. Cut off below the knee. Folded up so half the girls knee is showing. Oh, and they also hug the girls bee-hind in a very unflattering way.
There, I've said my piece. Now... Moving on.
Oh, the bit about fashion making the Western world such a great place to live was an amplification.
I'm bored now, sleepy time.
Night!
I know, I know... it's been a while. Sorry about that, I know how much you all rely on my twice-weekly little observations to take you through those rough days. Anyway, I'm back in Lancaster (WITH internet) for a few days so you'll get your dose this time.
So what's new? I dyed my hair, BLONDE! Two peroxide bleaches and one dye later, and there's still a hint of orange. I'm a ginna, basically. And I like it!
Bought a sewing machine, I call her Charlie. No, that's a lie. I don't know what to call her, but if you have any suggestions please feel free to suggest them. Made some more clothes, so will put up a few eBay auctions in the morning. Will obviously put a link on here, don't you worry. Oh, and buy stuff. :D
Got my very own Peroxsym shirt - it's ace! Thanks, Sierra! Will upload a pic of that too, when I can be bothered borrowing Emma's camera. I know she's in the next room, but.. it requires a lot of effort getting out of this chair!
Well, that's not true. I've not been sat in this chair for a very very long time.
We went up to Mike's last week, it was ace. A break from Manchestuh, some fresh country air... and rain. A lot of rain. And Mike's dad's famous curry... yum!! Going up again on Tuesday. We just don't get proper food if there are no parents around. Hahaha.
I had this thought today. I know, unusual. Blah blah. But anyway. I'd like to think I'm one of those people who don't judge others, or talk about them behind their backs. Well, we all know there are no such people. I guess what I'm trying to say is I wish I was brave enough to actually say what I was thinking out loud, to the people who need to hear it. So here goes:
Open Letter to Girls Who Wear Smart Trousers Turned Shorts;
You look ridiculous. They are seriously not the least bit flattering. God knows I don't have the best dress sense, but I'd like to think if I put on something so horrenduous, my friends would slap me around the back of my head and tell me to put on something that doesn't make me look like a pear. Because that's what friends do. And although I am not your friend, I'll gladly offer to slap some sense into you any day of the week. Office hours nine till five. I know I know, each to their own, diversity in fashion is what makes the Western world such a great place to live. But Jesus. Have you seen the things I'm talking about? Imagine a pair of smart men's trousers. Cut off below the knee. Folded up so half the girls knee is showing. Oh, and they also hug the girls bee-hind in a very unflattering way.
There, I've said my piece. Now... Moving on.
Oh, the bit about fashion making the Western world such a great place to live was an amplification.
I'm bored now, sleepy time.
Night!
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