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Well, so yesterday we did end up making $150 downtown, which was awesome. I got a lot of people come up to talk about my hair, the best of which were these two late-middle-aged women walking along. One of them told me in passing that she liked my hair, and then the other turned around and was seemingly blown away because she said it twice and walked backwards for a while. I also got asked for weed, or at least some contacts to buy weed, by a startlingly unsketchy-looking guy.
Then, Lizzie and I did stuff for a while, and then went to Anna's to kidnap Bill, eat dumplings and watch Paul Newman and Robert Redford be unspeakably beautiful and amazing. (Butch and Sundance, The Sting.) Made plans to see Public Enemies today, for which I have to get a ride from my brother because my car still is not fucking working and my mom is off hiking. Gave RJ a ride home; talked about horror movies. We determined that he'd probably be that guy who, at the beginning, hears something and says, "Don't worry, guys, I'll go check it out!" And then dies. Whereas I'd probably be one of the two badass people who makes it out alive, along with Debbie, because she'd be the dorky adorable one who just so happened to read a book on Rare Egyptian-bred Chupacabres last week at the library, and knows how to fight them!
Got home at a little past 1:30; went to bed a while after that; got woken up at 8:20 by Mom to let me know it's going to be hot today so I should close my window. No joke. And now I'm sitting around, after having once again gotten significantly less sleep than originally planned, considering beginning to pack.
OH. The whole reason, actually, for writing this post was so I could talk about Belle de Jour. Have you heard of her? She's (supposedly; it's contested, I guess) a high-class London callgirl who writes this hilarious and extremely articulate blog under that pseudonym. She's won awards and everything. I just found her today, and thought she was interesting enough to mention.
I need something exciting and romantic to happen. I had this stupid-but-really-nice dream, you know the kind, and then I woke up and it was my life instead of my dream life. I just... really need to be swept off my feet by someone, just for a little while. I think everybody needs to be swept off their feet (metaphorically speaking; I hate being picked up and will only allow one or two trusted people to do it) at least once in their life, no matter how you identify or how independent and practical you are.
EDIT - Re: Public Enemies... oh my god. I do recommend it, but only if you're prepared to go on a rollercoaster of bamf-ery and tragedy all at the same time.
Then, Lizzie and I did stuff for a while, and then went to Anna's to kidnap Bill, eat dumplings and watch Paul Newman and Robert Redford be unspeakably beautiful and amazing. (Butch and Sundance, The Sting.) Made plans to see Public Enemies today, for which I have to get a ride from my brother because my car still is not fucking working and my mom is off hiking. Gave RJ a ride home; talked about horror movies. We determined that he'd probably be that guy who, at the beginning, hears something and says, "Don't worry, guys, I'll go check it out!" And then dies. Whereas I'd probably be one of the two badass people who makes it out alive, along with Debbie, because she'd be the dorky adorable one who just so happened to read a book on Rare Egyptian-bred Chupacabres last week at the library, and knows how to fight them!
Got home at a little past 1:30; went to bed a while after that; got woken up at 8:20 by Mom to let me know it's going to be hot today so I should close my window. No joke. And now I'm sitting around, after having once again gotten significantly less sleep than originally planned, considering beginning to pack.
OH. The whole reason, actually, for writing this post was so I could talk about Belle de Jour. Have you heard of her? She's (supposedly; it's contested, I guess) a high-class London callgirl who writes this hilarious and extremely articulate blog under that pseudonym. She's won awards and everything. I just found her today, and thought she was interesting enough to mention.
I need something exciting and romantic to happen. I had this stupid-but-really-nice dream, you know the kind, and then I woke up and it was my life instead of my dream life. I just... really need to be swept off my feet by someone, just for a little while. I think everybody needs to be swept off their feet (metaphorically speaking; I hate being picked up and will only allow one or two trusted people to do it) at least once in their life, no matter how you identify or how independent and practical you are.
EDIT - Re: Public Enemies... oh my god. I do recommend it, but only if you're prepared to go on a rollercoaster of bamf-ery and tragedy all at the same time.