~ typed out a dictation tape for our temporary Chair (whom I accidentally said "snurched" to in general conversation, and she didn't bat an eyelid. I think she was generally overwhelmed by the confusion that is Child Protection...)
~ had nothing else to do, so spent the majority of the day having a conversation about sporks and the Evils of AOL on the Intranet message board.
~ gots me some new trainers from Skechers, which took me half an hour to find in the Bull Ring. They're pink, I'm afraid, but very pretty, and cost me £40, but since my last pair (from Faith, for £15) are falling apart, I'd rather spend the money on something I can wear to death in a decent time, rather than a year... My last pair of Skechers lasted me about three and a half years before they literally fell apart. (I was trying to find a photo of them on the website, but they don't appear to be on there yet. Damn.)
~ became inspired to write a short story (for the Today's Forecast... series, no less), whilst on the bus (the bus was unrelated, I just happened to be on it at the time), for the first time in absolutely ages. I might attempt to write it tonight, though I don't know which 'weather' I'll use for it. (If anyone wants to suggest something for me to use at random, weather-wise, I've already used the following: Rain, Snow, Thunder, Sunrise/Sunset, Cold Front, and Total Eclipse. Cloudy is also going to be a future one, if I can ever regain the inspiration for it. Suggest things!)
~ started to think about what to take with me to wear in London. Because, obviously, I have to wear all my uber-fashionable things. So far I've decided: new trainers, stripey blazer (as seen on Christmas Eve) to wear around the city and in the evening for the shows, with green padded jacket to travel in, travelling in new khakis, taking several purdy t-shirts, making a top to go with the stripey-blazer suit, and hence taking the trousers with me, also black trousers and something corsetty. Possibly the new corset as I haven't worn it yet. And some jeans, obviously.
~ been randomly amused by how similar the backing/introduction to the two songs in my "Current Music" are.
~ remembered that new shoelaces are almost as wonderful as new socks...
And very little else.
First love post: collie_wing (I'm still thinking what to put for thefleshfailure)
So, why I love collie_wing.
Erika, I love that you're a Phantom geek to the same degree as me. More on some days. I love that your name even reflects that. I love that you're so focussed on what you want to do and that you're working so hard to achieve it, because you will, because you deserve it. I love your animal stories, especially the current puppy stories, and I love the way you tell them.
I love that you think about things - really think about things - like your Erik/Christine/Raoul triangle post, and inspire other people to think about things, too. And in the vein of Phantom, I love that even though you were dreading the movie as much as I was, you saw it and just... let it go. You didn't go in expecting a miracle, and didn't get one, and you just left it at that, brushed over it with a few well-placed bits of snark and nothing more. I wish I had the strength of mind to do that. It doesn't seem much, but it's something I admire in you - the way you can just accept stuff, and carry on.
I love your fanart. It's purdy. And your MSPaint POTO pictures are hilarious. :) And you write purdy fic, too.
I love that you randomly got back in touch with me after however many months it was and prompty terrified the absolute dren out of me with your Opera-ghost story. I also love that story, 'cause it rocks.
I... can't think of anything else. But Erika is hereby lovely. :) And she gets the special Erik icon for that reason. :D
Eni... yeah, you know what I'm gonna say. I owe you, like, a drenload of stuff. I'll get around to it eventually. I'll see if I can't finish the first London writeup before there's another one to procrastinate over. ;) And, oh, crap, I just remembered I still haven't finished the online bit of your Christmas present. *head-->desk*
And don't you dare comment and say there's no rush, because, impending love post aside, one thing I hate about you is that you're so damned accepting. So don't. :P
Stop posting, BeX. Go to bed.