It's mine, all mine...
My parents have now gone to bed; it will be the last time I see them until Monday. They are leaving the house for Nice tomorrow at five o'clock in the morning, and Lil Sis is being farmed off to a friend's, and I am being left at home
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For some reason, I knew you had glasses. I could not tell you how I knew, but I did! I had the impression that you had longer hair, though. Again, can't tell you where these things come from at all...
*laughs* I do have longer hair! :P The photos of me in which you can see my face are all pretty old - the one used for this icon (and the one with lots of faces) was taken in October for a travel-card into my work-experience in London (and then used as the photo for my provisional driving liscence, wheee!), and it's a bit longer than my hair is now. The others were all taken either just after or during my trip to the Middle East this summer, before which I decided to be sensible and have a really rather radical haircut (and during which I died my hair with what turned out to be a permament blue-black dye that didn't really wash out entirely until the end of November...).
Hmm. I have been introduced to Tigris, who is the .mp3 player; Curdle, I assume, is the USB stick; but I have no idea who (what?) Oscar is. Can I have a hint?
Oscar is my CD walkman. :P I bought him years ago for not-very-much, and he's very basic - but he plays CDs (mostly) reliably, which is all he actually needs to do. I'm not entirely sure where his name comes from: I primarily thought of it, I suppose, because he has a rather fetching decorative translucant orange plastic bit on his carapace; but I shouldn't discount the presence in my zeitgeist of Oscar Peterson (one of the favourate musicians of one of my least favourate poets), Oscar Wilde, or Oscar Monroe (a character in Peter F Hamilton's Commonwealth Saga).
You should have a wild party this weekend, with books and music and a glass of water!
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Well, I have read a book and drunk some water, and am currently listening to music, so...?
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Because I don't know the other two Oscars, other than what you've told me, I'm going to pretend that he's Oscar Wilde. *nods*
Man, I actually did go to a party this past weekend, and had no fun at all. I should have just stayed home with my books. :/
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Eeep.
*scrabbles around to produce a pared-down version that is scomplete enough not to be misrepresentative and yet does not take three hours to type*
Essentially I went away on a Jewish youth group trip to Israel for four weeks.
That's the bare bones, and doesn't say anything about the trip itself, or the self-ccontortions I went through on my way there, not least in the final week-and-a-bit or so beforehand, during which time it first became more and more apparent that there was Trouble on the horizon in even bigger boots than usual, and then became apparent that what had started off as a slightly-more-vicious-than-usual skirmish in a rather nasty war had in fact become a flash-point for something altogether worse, and that whilst everybody was refusing to call it a war the body-count was spiraling higher and higher...
I went, in the end. It was an interesting four weeks.
The dye was essentially the culmination of a variety of factors: my resolution to try things whilst I was away because I was sixteen and travelling and should have an open mind, Andrew's desire to dye his hair (and beared) black, and his nervousness about doing so. I acquiesced to his request that I dye my hair to, and so we bought some black hair dye in a mall.
Our inability to read Hebrew (and, actually, English, as it turned out) meant that not only did my hair (which is was lighter than his) end up looking rather blue in the light, but it remained so until certainly way after mid-October.
It was permament.
And, er. I have typical Asian black hair, and thus have never experimented with hair dye
You could dye the tips? :D locowerewolf does hers turquoise or purple, and I've seen red look really rather cool too...
(I bought an Oscar Wilde book yesterday, as it happens; admittedly it was only for a friend, but stil.)
(It was a pocket-sized book of quotes, which I spotted in the shop at the theatre gift shop, and immediately knew what I would get Mike for his birthday. And it also meant that I had something to snicker at during the interval... :D)
Man, I actually did go to a party this past weekend, and had no fun at all. I should have just stayed home with my books.
'There is', as it says on my Waterstones' bag, 'no friend as loyal as a good book.'
(Or something like that, anyway.)
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Oh! I have a tiny book of Oscar Wilde quotes; he is snarky and cynical and, in general, fantastic.
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...and now I want an Oscar Wilde plush toy. Curses. :P
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