Blithery

george-kaplan asked: Haha, such is the life of the daughter of a journalist. My dad was able to score tickets to the press screening.

WITCHCRAFT! Ah, good score :S I’m pretty sure I’ll embarrass myself come next wed

pluckypalaeontologist:

blithery replied to your post: admission time: i am always kind of surprised…

what kind of unconscious frames do you place on me???

hipster glasses

hobvs

this is not even a question :|

But I have like, two fake lensed pairs, traditional square hipsters and hornrims so I’m a  filthy jerk of a hipstercrit.

Woo job interview tomorrow! That means tonight pre-interview hair doing. I measured from root to tip after I had finished straightening my hair and it came to 65cm! That’s about for years of growth since I last cut it to a chin long bob, it may be longer still if I didn’t give myself an under cut about a year ago. I miss having a bob since it looked so neat and it was dead easy to maintain but I started missing the long look, I think it’s romantic and fun to play with.

Ma says I look “Pura india” with long hair and especially when I braid it up into two plaits - that mean’s like a ethnic native person of our country, descendants of the Pipil, Lenca and Mayan people who still live in the rural areas and are very, very poor. “Mestizos” caste people who are the result of mixing with the Spanish make 99% of the population, after the peasant revolution in the 1930s there is about 1% ethnic indigenous people in the region. Explains why every third relation of mine is very light skinned, occasionally blonde and sometimes blue eyed though hazel is more usual. El Salvador is still a terrible place to even visit longer than about a week - trust me on this - that’s why you can buy three liter bottles of ghetto vodka for a staggering $6 American.

That was a long rant about braids that you all didn’t need in your life - I need to force myself to sleep so I don’t look like I fell out of a tree at my interview tomorrow.

Hrrgnggnnnnnnn I’m pretty sure my headache last night was actually less to do with the booze I drank during the day or the sun I was under for Big Gay Day - a big gay street party that raises funds for lgbtqiasdlfjsa;ljf organizations - but the fact that I didn’t have a cup of coffee that day.

Hear me out, I’ve had the exact same brutal headaches before without big gay shenanigans and then I figured the root of it. If I don’t have at least one coffee based beverage during the day my mind will try to eat itself, it doesn’t even have to be proper expresso, a little shitty instant will keep my brain from going the full Hulk.

Yesterday I made the most of the over cast weather and actually went for a jog, I’ve been trying to do as much moving as I can so I can be less fat. Then it was like 12 and fuck it I went into town on the premise that I was going to buy some new shampoo cus I’m out of it and boom - ended up going to BGD instead. The drag shows were amazing of course, those ladies do not skimp on any aspect and I got to see the very fantastic FRENTE! perform live, they are just as fresh and watchable as they were in the early 90s (from the performances I saw on tv because I was a wee lass back then). I danced with some hot babes, grabbed a sachet of dental dams and had a literal gay old time.

I still need shampoo though.

I need to invest in some new tunes - though am enjoying the twee-as-fuck musical styling of The Mountain Goats and remembering the awesome majesty of Machine Gun Fellatio. I tells ya Australian music peaked at the late 90s/early 2000s with the exception of The Herd who are consistently putting out the rump rattling beats. Gah I haven’t been to a gig in ages and don’t listen to the radio much since the murder machine* died so that would perhaps fix the stagnation of my music collection.

Crystal Castles are good but The Knife did it better IMHO.

Sometimes at the gym I’m rockin’ out to something on the tread mill but have to check myself before I wreck myself trying to headbang or rock out mid stride on the mill. That’s a one way ticket to getting your ass kicked by a tread mill :/ Boo.

Speaking of Gym time they have three big tvs in front of the cardio machines with the news, MAX music and a sports channel. Since I go at a fairly regular time I catch the top end of the top 40 (I will give so much money to the person who kills Guy Sebastian for me) and UFC. Now UFC is mixed martial arts, from what I gather its part kickboxing, wrestling and boxing all done in a caged octagon. When I first caught some on the screen I was like - hey who switched the sports to gay porn but then I realized it was UFC, it’s like they asked around on how to make Greco-Roman wrestling even more gay and constructed a league sport around it.

UFC should stand for Ultimate Fucking Cage - amirite?

Gonna see if I can calibrate the radio function on my cruddy mp3 player…



*my old cd/radio that looks like an old 50’s Bakelite radio but covered stickers.

So in a week’s time I’m hosting a lolita meet at my place! I’ve run quite a few meets/events with this community over the years and this is the first house party style one I’m doing.

Generally you have to announce stuff a little over a month in advance because it’s a disparate collection of people with different time tables so that lets people plan around work and school. The ‘theme’ is not hard and fast but it’s a post Valentines meet so I bought up on colour way appropriate plates, cutlery and cups ect. The range of printed serviettes gave me the vapors - I wanted to buy them all and never use them just store them like the saddest collection of anything ever. I settled on the pink and white stripe and a set of pink with black rose print which are too pretty to even use.

I’ve gotta do some major craft doings and house cleanings this week *gnnshhh* I always keep saying this is the last thing I’ll organize but I’m full of bullshit like that. Luckily I’ve conscripted a team LOLITAS ASSEMBLE - Tegan and Disa are helping with set up, crafting up deco stuff and activities.

I’m going to go and look at these printed serviettes some more ;__;