Now I Am Watching A Movie About Vampires (Not That One)
So, I did not actually get to see Harry Potter today. We had plans - very elaborate plans, because that is the kind of people we are - but we were foiled by the snow. All half an inch of it! It really was just poorly timed. hanjuuluver and I had agreed to meet up at 11, and about 10 the sky stopped looking grey and ominous like it had all night and morning and actually started snowing. It lasted less than an hour, melted immediately, and didn't stick at all where I was, but hanjuuluver's mother didn't want her out driving in it. So we reconvened after noon when it had stopped and tried again, but by then we'd already missed the only showing at the local theater.
So instead we went out to lunch and did a mall run. Which was fun, even if the baby punks in Hot Topic make me feel old and I got seriously weirded out by the five twenty-ish guys in identical track suits watching us laugh at sex toys in Spencer's. I let myself be talked out of buying suspenders, a fedora, and sparkly cupcake earrings at Claire's, which was probably a wise choice.
I did not, however, let myself be talked out of buying new (well, "new") boots! OMG, last week when my mom and I went to Saver's they had a pair of 8-eye black Doc Martens for $10 - half a size too small for me. Heartbreaking. But I talked hanjuuluver into stopping there on our way back to my mom's, and they had an awesome pair of brown boots that actually fit me. Not as nice as Docs, but I am fucking willing to settle to finally have a decent pair of flat boots. Not that I don't love my other boots, but I can only wear three-inch heels for so long before I want to cry. So yay boots!
I have now seen the Doctor Who Christmas Special. I feel like I should have some opinions on the problematic gender and class issues going on there, because yeah, that was a thing, but...THE DOCTOR IN A FLYING SHARK POWERED SLEIGH. I feel like the entire existence of television as a social medium is validated by that scene. Unbelievable. Eleven is, as always, my one true bow-tie love.*happy sigh*
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So instead we went out to lunch and did a mall run. Which was fun, even if the baby punks in Hot Topic make me feel old and I got seriously weirded out by the five twenty-ish guys in identical track suits watching us laugh at sex toys in Spencer's. I let myself be talked out of buying suspenders, a fedora, and sparkly cupcake earrings at Claire's, which was probably a wise choice.
I did not, however, let myself be talked out of buying new (well, "new") boots! OMG, last week when my mom and I went to Saver's they had a pair of 8-eye black Doc Martens for $10 - half a size too small for me. Heartbreaking. But I talked hanjuuluver into stopping there on our way back to my mom's, and they had an awesome pair of brown boots that actually fit me. Not as nice as Docs, but I am fucking willing to settle to finally have a decent pair of flat boots. Not that I don't love my other boots, but I can only wear three-inch heels for so long before I want to cry. So yay boots!
I have now seen the Doctor Who Christmas Special. I feel like I should have some opinions on the problematic gender and class issues going on there, because yeah, that was a thing, but...THE DOCTOR IN A FLYING SHARK POWERED SLEIGH. I feel like the entire existence of television as a social medium is validated by that scene. Unbelievable. Eleven is, as always, my one true bow-tie love.*happy sigh*
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