Labdien
Oh man, I did not just lose a whole entry that had taken me half an hour to write by clicking on X instead of <- , did I?
Fuck that.
Okay, so let me just say that seeing Sirius refer to Remus as a hausfrau (in hp_dungeons, obviously. Am catching up on a week's worth of LJ) has added a kick to my day.
So I was in Latvia last weekend and didn't people scoff and look at me strangely when I told them.
"We're big in Latvia!"
So many cats. Made me want to have one again.
I didn't get it in the photos but the light in the evenings there is amazing - the sky is pink-tinged and seems to stretch so high.
Gah, travelling = my adoration.
And as I had my coffee this morning, the dodgy morning television was sending some kids off to Dublin for dance lessons. So unfair. Send me! (without the dance lessons)
I have my exam timetable --
19 May - Southeast Asia on Screen
20 May - Cinema in Southeast Asia
24 May - Southeast Asian Nationalism
31 May - Thai 101
-- and one essay to finish this weekend, which I am clearly procrastinating on. God, it will be a relief to have it done though.
I have already planned an outing to Miss Selfridge on Monday as a reward. Random fact: straight/pencil skirts are hard to come by these days. The shops are all stocked with peasant/full skirts, which I don't want and don't suit me. Don't let me down, Miss S.
I had a bad run with fashion this week. On my last day in Riga I sat down on the couch in the hotel lobby and my denim skirt split down the back. My coat quickly came off and went around my waist to cover my dignity. Then, a few days ago, I nipped into a toilet in town and in the process of unzipping my cords the zip came of its tracks. Much panicked sweating before I managed to rethread it. It happened a couple more times that day, too.
Which is why I have decided to just buy some new clothes already though it is painful to part with the money. I also worked out that I cannot afford Spain/Benicassim in summer but I do have tickets to see Belle & Sebastian perform If You're Feeling Sinister in September so I cannot complain.
No regrets left with my life!
I feel like calling my dad but I don't have a phone card. And he'd be in bed, anyway, even though it's only 10.30pm over there. (I can't talk, as I was zonked out by 10 last night myself).
Fuck that.
Okay, so let me just say that seeing Sirius refer to Remus as a hausfrau (in hp_dungeons, obviously. Am catching up on a week's worth of LJ) has added a kick to my day.
So I was in Latvia last weekend and didn't people scoff and look at me strangely when I told them.
"We're big in Latvia!"
So many cats. Made me want to have one again.
I didn't get it in the photos but the light in the evenings there is amazing - the sky is pink-tinged and seems to stretch so high.
Gah, travelling = my adoration.
And as I had my coffee this morning, the dodgy morning television was sending some kids off to Dublin for dance lessons. So unfair. Send me! (without the dance lessons)
I have my exam timetable --
19 May - Southeast Asia on Screen
20 May - Cinema in Southeast Asia
24 May - Southeast Asian Nationalism
31 May - Thai 101
-- and one essay to finish this weekend, which I am clearly procrastinating on. God, it will be a relief to have it done though.
I have already planned an outing to Miss Selfridge on Monday as a reward. Random fact: straight/pencil skirts are hard to come by these days. The shops are all stocked with peasant/full skirts, which I don't want and don't suit me. Don't let me down, Miss S.
I had a bad run with fashion this week. On my last day in Riga I sat down on the couch in the hotel lobby and my denim skirt split down the back. My coat quickly came off and went around my waist to cover my dignity. Then, a few days ago, I nipped into a toilet in town and in the process of unzipping my cords the zip came of its tracks. Much panicked sweating before I managed to rethread it. It happened a couple more times that day, too.
Which is why I have decided to just buy some new clothes already though it is painful to part with the money. I also worked out that I cannot afford Spain/Benicassim in summer but I do have tickets to see Belle & Sebastian perform If You're Feeling Sinister in September so I cannot complain.
No regrets left with my life!
I feel like calling my dad but I don't have a phone card. And he'd be in bed, anyway, even though it's only 10.30pm over there. (I can't talk, as I was zonked out by 10 last night myself).