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Jan. 27th, 2009 01:53 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
riverdressesJESUS CHRIST, M.A.C. HAS ANNOUNCED THAT THEY'RE RELEASING A HELLO KITTY LINE OF MAKEUP THIS FEBRUARY!!!
OMG. & it isn't too expensive! LIPGLASS AISLE, HERE I COME. (my first M.A.C. items will have my favourite kitty on them. WIN!) But WTF WAITING LISTS & ONLY OUT FOR EIGHT WEEKS?! M.A.C., NOOO. (& what is this fuckery about coming out after my birthday?! Eleventh my arse - it should be the seventh, so I can run down there & BUY!)
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alli_everyday & laii:: GIRLIES! AMAZING, Y/Y/BUNNEH?
::squeals, flails, dies, regenerates to blow a lot of money on this line::
Okay. So I haven't got one of Tarina Tarantino's strawberry Sweet Lolita Hello Kitty rings yet, but I will. BUT THERE'S A M.A.C. SHOP FOUR BLOCKS FROM WHERE I LIVE. MUST OWN SOMETHING OF THIS LINE!
Speaking of things a-happening in February . . . my twentieth birthday is next week, on Friday. Mother's asked me if I'd like to go see Coraline on my birthday, but I sort of wanted to wait until it was showing at the Red Vic Movie House & go myself. Other than that, I have no idea of what I'm going to do for my birthday weekend.
Mother's birthday is next week, on the third. We're going to dinner, which is a birthday dinner for both of us. I'll have to remember to bring her gift & card with me & give it to her then.
I like birthdays, for the silly things. The fact that everyone's nice to you, they hug you lots, treat you wonderfully & give you gifts & you get to eat & do whatever you want, really. But I don't like them for what they are, really. (but I'll save that for a serious, thinky post that will contain more depressing things.)
& yes, as I said above, Coraline's coming out on February sixth, so GO SEE IT, DAMMIT! Go support Neil Gaiman's lovely book at the pictures! (& it looks quite good - I saw the trailer for it when I saw him live in October & OMG it looks great. So support Neil & go see it.)
In fangirlish & fannish news, I've started listening to The Natural History of Fear again, slowly. I take back what I said about it being dull, it is damn near the most disturbing audio I've heard since the Zagreus/Scherzo arc. Just . . . it is so creepy & confusing & also mind-fogging at the same time. & I think I'm growing to enjoy it a bit more than I did before.
(& GUH, Paul McGann's VOICE IN THAT AUDIO. Whispery, angry, shouting, innocently seductive, pleading . . . I DIE EVERY SINGLE TIME I LISTEN TO A FEW SECONDS OF THIS DAMN THING.)
Also . . . I may have acquired a new fandom. A very tiny, with very little fic sort of fandom, & one I've been all 'OMG SUNDAY. SOME THINGS ARE SACRED, WE DO NOT MAKE THEM INTO FANDOM FOR CHRISSAKES', but I . . . I just couldn't help myself! ::hangs head:: But the fic is considerably good when I find it! So I've not many regrets other than the 'O FUCK SOME THINGS ARE SACRED WE AREN'T SUPPOSED TO MAKE THEM FANNISH.'
So after all of that, I have a mix to make! Maybe two. Or three!
(hmm. Is anything too sacred to make it slashtastic/fannish? Y'know . . . I don't think so, actually!)
& as I write this, I may be, in a way, re-acquiring a fandom, but this one has roots in my childhood, in the obsessive reading I did when I was a little girl. (o, audio plays, you make me so happy!) When I was a little girl, I used to go to the library every Friday after primary school, rain or shine, & I'd take out tons of books, so many I'd need to take a rolling suitcase to hold them in. Among them was occasionally Sir Arthur Conan Doyle's Sherlock Holmes stories. (my long-standing favourites were The Sign of the Four & The Hound of the Baskervilles, which was really an overall childhood favourite of mine. I still have my copy, even.) & now, I'm listening to the lovely audios of them, which were done by BBC Radio from 1989 to 1998, if I remember properly.
So far? Amazing amazing amazing. ♥♥♥
I suddenly miss those days I'd putter about the library, picking out various sorts of books, all different genres, piling them into my suitcase & trudging home to read them all before next week.
(I read a lot of mystery when I was a girl. & Sherlock Holmes always made me wish I could play the violin. I can't, but I adore violin music nevertheless.)
OMG. & it isn't too expensive! LIPGLASS AISLE, HERE I COME. (my first M.A.C. items will have my favourite kitty on them. WIN!) But WTF WAITING LISTS & ONLY OUT FOR EIGHT WEEKS?! M.A.C., NOOO. (& what is this fuckery about coming out after my birthday?! Eleventh my arse - it should be the seventh, so I can run down there & BUY!)
::shakes
alli_everyday & laii:: GIRLIES! AMAZING, Y/Y/BUNNEH?::squeals, flails, dies, regenerates to blow a lot of money on this line::
Okay. So I haven't got one of Tarina Tarantino's strawberry Sweet Lolita Hello Kitty rings yet, but I will. BUT THERE'S A M.A.C. SHOP FOUR BLOCKS FROM WHERE I LIVE. MUST OWN SOMETHING OF THIS LINE!
Speaking of things a-happening in February . . . my twentieth birthday is next week, on Friday. Mother's asked me if I'd like to go see Coraline on my birthday, but I sort of wanted to wait until it was showing at the Red Vic Movie House & go myself. Other than that, I have no idea of what I'm going to do for my birthday weekend.
Mother's birthday is next week, on the third. We're going to dinner, which is a birthday dinner for both of us. I'll have to remember to bring her gift & card with me & give it to her then.
I like birthdays, for the silly things. The fact that everyone's nice to you, they hug you lots, treat you wonderfully & give you gifts & you get to eat & do whatever you want, really. But I don't like them for what they are, really. (but I'll save that for a serious, thinky post that will contain more depressing things.)
& yes, as I said above, Coraline's coming out on February sixth, so GO SEE IT, DAMMIT! Go support Neil Gaiman's lovely book at the pictures! (& it looks quite good - I saw the trailer for it when I saw him live in October & OMG it looks great. So support Neil & go see it.)
In fangirlish & fannish news, I've started listening to The Natural History of Fear again, slowly. I take back what I said about it being dull, it is damn near the most disturbing audio I've heard since the Zagreus/Scherzo arc. Just . . . it is so creepy & confusing & also mind-fogging at the same time. & I think I'm growing to enjoy it a bit more than I did before.
(& GUH, Paul McGann's VOICE IN THAT AUDIO. Whispery, angry, shouting, innocently seductive, pleading . . . I DIE EVERY SINGLE TIME I LISTEN TO A FEW SECONDS OF THIS DAMN THING.)
Also . . . I may have acquired a new fandom. A very tiny, with very little fic sort of fandom, & one I've been all 'OMG SUNDAY. SOME THINGS ARE SACRED, WE DO NOT MAKE THEM INTO FANDOM FOR CHRISSAKES', but I . . . I just couldn't help myself! ::hangs head:: But the fic is considerably good when I find it! So I've not many regrets other than the 'O FUCK SOME THINGS ARE SACRED WE AREN'T SUPPOSED TO MAKE THEM FANNISH.'
So after all of that, I have a mix to make! Maybe two. Or three!
(hmm. Is anything too sacred to make it slashtastic/fannish? Y'know . . . I don't think so, actually!)
& as I write this, I may be, in a way, re-acquiring a fandom, but this one has roots in my childhood, in the obsessive reading I did when I was a little girl. (o, audio plays, you make me so happy!) When I was a little girl, I used to go to the library every Friday after primary school, rain or shine, & I'd take out tons of books, so many I'd need to take a rolling suitcase to hold them in. Among them was occasionally Sir Arthur Conan Doyle's Sherlock Holmes stories. (my long-standing favourites were The Sign of the Four & The Hound of the Baskervilles, which was really an overall childhood favourite of mine. I still have my copy, even.) & now, I'm listening to the lovely audios of them, which were done by BBC Radio from 1989 to 1998, if I remember properly.
So far? Amazing amazing amazing. ♥♥♥
I suddenly miss those days I'd putter about the library, picking out various sorts of books, all different genres, piling them into my suitcase & trudging home to read them all before next week.
(I read a lot of mystery when I was a girl. & Sherlock Holmes always made me wish I could play the violin. I can't, but I adore violin music nevertheless.)
