on staying in, hanging out, sleeping, 70s rock, popularity and the supernatural
Long weekend has been exactly what was needed. Got to stay in, do girl stuff like DIY and cake baking, go out and do girl stuff like brunches and shopping and got to do some repeating of things I haven’t done in too long.
Friday was (hurrah!) new Bust day, so headed to Borders in Angel and bought it, then met Robyn for coffee and Lizzy showed so we went and got lunch. Then headed into town to meet Alanna who was coming up to visit. Lizzy made us go to the Luella Bartley store, which she lured us to under the pretense that there was some sort of gothy/psycho vibe with the new collection. Eh…. not so much.
The Bond Street part of the West End where the store is located always makes me feel sick to my stomach, with the wanton consumerism, don’t get me wrong, I’m a stuff junky, and I own far too many threadless shirts, but Jesus, the SUVs and £175 in the sale jeans represent everything that’s wrong with the world non?
So Robyn and I looked a little disgruntled as we stood in the centre of the antithesis of everything we know, before we headed out to buy organic toiletries. haha
It was crazy hot and we walked far too long, and I really, really hurt for it. Lizzy sorted me out with her discount at Sallys though, I am once again the proud sporter of the blackest black hair. It took forever to get home and somehow Alanna and Robyn both drifted off during a rewatching of Blade. Friday night and everyone asleep before 11. Rock and Roll.
Did give us the opportunity to get up early ish and go to pick more daisies for brunch ( I <3 pick more daisies) and then do lots of pottering/shopping/tea drinking/hating/discussing/discussing hating. All of this led to some fat free cake baking, and some room rearranging, before we made quorn fajitas and watched Almost Famous.
Almost Famous still makes me feel like a teenager when I watch it, and it makes me sad that there is no rock’n’roll really, anymore. And then it makes me wish that I excelled the way Cameron Crowe did, and didn’t find alcohol and partying instead. It still makes me feel sort of sad, the amount of potential I just threw away. I had fun and all, but it was kind of underachieving fun. Talked to Alanna for a couple of hours, I miss having actual conversations about stuff and I’m always caught a little off guard when they happen. My head still feels a little weird and lots of things that had been slotted into different compartments are starting to need some refiling. It confuses me.
Today all I could be bothered to do was have me a Buffy Marathon, watching Season 1 downstairs in the living room, and the end of Season 6 up here in my room. Buffy Summers and Co are like my comfort blanket.
I have another day off tomorrow, and I’m super stoked on getting Breaking Dawn. Edward Cullen can once again be a part of my life. RIght now I can barely stay away to type.