Lebannen Luitreath

So. I have bought many BPAL imps! And as is often the way, it turns out that some of them are really not for me. If you would like any of them to belong to you instead, I am open to swap or sell them.

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It seems I have never updated this journal. First time for everything, so.

synecdochic started talking about perfume, specifically about BPAL, and it all seemed very interesting. Other people talking about BPAL mentioned that a lot of their products are nice-smelling things that don't just smell like perfume (other people said that a lot of commercial perfumes just smell like perfume! I feel significantly less alone and faily-at-girl-stuff! I really did think it was pretty much just me!). One thing lead to another and lo and behold, I have jumped down the rabbit hole and spent the best part of £100 on perfume. And about half of it (half so far, anyway; the other half is still on order) pretty much smells like perfume, but the other half has some interesting bits in.

BPAL seems to charge an awful lot for shipping to the UK, and has a ridiculously huge selection of scents, most of which lead me to go 'I don't know, that sounds interesting but I have never heard of some of those notes, and don't know what half of the rest smell like anyway'. So I was feeling a bit stuck, not really wanting to pay the international postage on a small order, but also not wanting to get a huge order in case they were all terrible and smelled like perfume or like rotting death (which is apparently a common theme in things that are meant to smell like flowers; once upon a time I had a bottle of something from the Body Shop that as far as I was concerned, smelled like really nice narcissi, but which my roommates assured me really didn't). And then synecdochic ran a decant circle for the Only Lovers Left Alive Limited Editions, with veryvery cheap international postage. (And I found out that if you import anything valued over about £15 into the UK, you are supposed to pay VAT + an £8 fee).

[going to post this now and edit later before damn computer crashes again due to not liking being transported]

So, let's see if I can write some tags without cutting and pasting anything (it really helps not to write "lj-cute", for starters)...

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So yes, I have a new camera, it's not fantastic but it was cheapish and means I can photospam you on a daily basis, aren't you lucky?

gosh, a very simple meme! I might be able to do it!

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... and if it's so simple how come this is the second third edit? Oh yes, that'd be because I clearly can't type today. Le sigh. *headdesk*

hmm, someone has a birthday today. woe, for I have no card to give. I hope you have cake and pie instead, and maybe a new home. many, many thoughts and hopes for a happy birthday, cee-est x

I now have glasses. I've never had glasses before. I think I'm possibly the only person on my flist that didn't - ok, some of you I don't know about ... oh, hang on, Anna? Oh, well, anyway, I am now joining the glasses-owning section of the population. Only problem is that I don't have the glasses yet, as they are in the post (hopefully, anyway). And I can't read the screen on this computer too well. and it's not my computer, so I can't go fiddling with the brightness to see if that's part of the problem, as well as having the screen in a completely diferent place to what I'm used to. This means I can't read fic right at the moment. THIS IS ANNOYING ME.

My laptop has been sent away and taken into an Apple store and been sent away from there too and will hopefully be back from them end of next week and hopefully be back with me by the end of the following week. Maybe then I'll stop whining, or, at least, cut it down a fair bit.

... this is a public post, so any lurkers please note, my personal circumstances might be changing somewhat from January, and if they do I'll be going mostly friendslocked. Any photos I get round to posting will probably stay public, though.

Little Brother, if you are looking for my lj, well done, you've found it. If that really was your uni friend's you were looking for, then fine, you're not going to read this.

There is more SoHW. I am going to read it again, and I am going to go to bed. Then I am probably going to read a bit of she.
And it is finally raining. I hope it does so for more than five minutes, because we really haven't had rain here, despite the rest of the country being hit by thunderstorms and flash floods and whatnot. And rain at night is always nice when you are indoors in the warm and want to sleep.

You know you've been reading too much fanfiction when, in an Actual Published Novel, you stop and go OMGWTF WHY WASN'T THERE A WARNING FOR THIS? and it takes you a while to realise that most books do not in fact warn you explicitly that there is likely to be a graphic description of hideous torture ahead, especially when the author has spent quite a lot of the book mentioning the cloud of rumours surrounding Madame's household. This novel brought to you by the creator of Suraklin, the Alketch and the Rat-God would have worked, I suppose. So given that I know about them, yes, I should have been sufficiently warned. But none of them were so graphic - and none of them had a little historical note at the end of the book saying oh yes, that bit was real. probably. I'm not sure whether that made it worse or not, actually.

On a complete change of subject, I am mildly amused by the typo in the title of one of the books currently going through DP: Hymns for Christian devotion: especially adapted to the Universalist demonination.

There was a Labour candidate called Jack Davenport. How many people d'you suppose voted for him because they thought they recognised the name??

(why yes, I have been sat here for three hours hitting refresh on the BBC webpage, and yes, I do have to go to work in less than eight hours. and?)

I'm going to go sleep now.