Yesterday, as you know, I went into town. I passed by Smiths because I wanted to see if I could find G a book, which I managed to - all pretty and black and silver, yay - and so I went up to buy it. The guy behind the counter was really sweet and lovely. ~s~ To the point where I'd remember him if I saw him again.
So when I was clearing out receipts from my wallet, I happened to see the one from yesterday, which says on it :
Thank You For Shopping With Us
Cashier : Claire
Which might explain why he was so nice. ~g~
~giggles~ Well, Londonward Ho, I suppose. Sigh. I hate these things.
May : You know my guy, Blair? I was on the phone to him last night and he was saying he supports Hitler's ideas...what's wrong with him?!
Me : Um...May? I don't think you want to be going out with this guy...
May : He's arguing for white supremacy...it's kinda worrying...but he *is* my boyfriend!
Me : May, he's a *Nazi*. Not a good idea.
May : Yeah, but he's really *hot*.
Me : .......
Yah, we did the Roedean Thing, we headed off at lunch and shopped (or stood outside shops in my case), and it was all very boring.
And some idiot has been stealing money, AGAIN, so I have another house meeting tonight that I could really do without.
~sigh~ I really don't know what to do with myself just now. All day. Just...wandering around all forlorn. ~sigh sigh sigh~
"I've got the picture
Think I'll hold it tonight"
Donna, turn your pretty face
Hide yourself, deny, disguise
All that elegance and grace
Is wasted on their prying eyes
[I actually had to *delete* these sentences. I'm not *that* bitchy. Um. I hope.]
~sigh~ I don't think I'm doing myself any favours by being in the computer room. Ciao, all. I shall return a happier man. Woman. ~blinks~ Possibly both. Whatever.
My drama teacher yesterday : "Think very, very hard. You're a pretty jealous person, aren't you? Are you going to be able to handle this?"
Um. No. Think not.
Sigh. Back to the drawing board, or writing board in my case.
I just did my most bizarre Google search *ever*!
Even more bizarre than the one about masturbation and salad!
Um. Nice to know some things can make me smile on days like this? I think? ~s~
Now I just want to see one. Oh, and find out how to play it. I really should have *known* that, though.
I'm doing my French coursework on electronic music, after all...
Later, having clicked links and things : My god, that's a *hell* of a weird mental...aural...image...thing. *Weird*.
And Dave Gahan/Simon Amstell, no less. ~shakes head~
Oh my god. Dave Gahan/Simon Amstell? Even weirder image...so that's what they do behind the scenes at PopWorld...oh, sheesh. Never mind. ~falls off chair in helpless giggles over something fairly incoprehensible and totally unimportant~