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i must tie up this loose end some day. for now, good night.

Every now and again I come across a new designer that makes clothes so perfect and lovely that I just want to cry. La Casita de Wendy is my most recent discovery and, even though my own personal style couldn't be more different from this (my primary colours construct of black, white, and various shades of grey) I can't quite help but love the fairy-tale-esque clothes that I would most likely see in Lula Magazine. The collection below is technically for last fall but I simply adore the sheer tights with the calf-length ribbed socks combination which not only looks fabulous but can be cheaply copied for a chilly spring. But most of all if I had the patience to distinguish my F/W and S/S wardrobe, not to mention the money to buy into 'trends' which will at most last me a couple of months, then I would definately, most certainly, be looking for a place which stocks that fabulous hooded cape (top right).

I feel like a phoney, I'm not a very interesting person to be honest.

It was lovely.

I got these shoes for Christmas and I feel so ungrateful and spoilt and whatever when I say this but I really wish that people would listen when I specifically state that I don't want clothing as gifts



but now:

I think, I think someone has stolen my laptop. I went to get my lunch and when I came back, it wasn't there anymore. I had all my school work and everything on there and now I am just stressed and frustrated and annoyed. I have my presentation type thing next week and now urgh, I don't think I would actually be quite so angry if the culprits duplicated my files onto a memory stick or something and left it there for me. Why would someone do this ? Is this bad karma of some kind for being horrible to my mother and selling/returning unwanted Christmas gifts ? I've never had anything quite so important stolen from me before so I'm unsure of the correct procedure but afgsdfg, I think I will go and have a little lie down and attempt to dream up a perfect solution.

Christmas lost most of its appeal ever since I learned that Santa wasn't actually real and, since I was about 10 at the time, I remember my sheer disappointment and humiliation by the fact that the whole world had deceived me for so long. I had a lovely time, yesterday, nevertheless and we drank mulled wine from IKEA, ate tofurkey and made a fool of ourselves on the karaoke machine. I spent most of last night and this morning vomiting (too much wine, too much food) so I missed out on the first day of sales which alas, pains me far more than I am willing to admit.





I'll see you all in 2008.

I am a little under the weather which is why I have been putting off writing here and just staying in my room and sleeping. I don't really know what I have except for that I have terrible headaches, a sore throat, creaky limbs, constant drowsiness and it has lasted for two weeks. Perhaps it is just the cold weather. I have also been cutting class which is bad but I have been catching up with my reading and my films which is very, very good. Has anyone ever read the book Sugar Blues by William Dufty ? I hadn't heard of this book until I read a health article in Russh magazine and I am curious as to whether anyone follows a sugarless diet. I love having parma wrapped in cantaloupe (reminds me of the summer) and a glass of milk in the mornings before class so it has been particularly painfully to substitute my beloved breakfast for gluten-free toast, nuts and a glass of water. Meredith brought me back a toffee apple for Hallowe'en which has been sitting impatiently on my desk. I am going home to build a den out of library books and quilted blankets with my sister soon, perhaps I will give it to her then.

I went to the National Gallery of Scotland and then to the Andy Warhol exhibition at the Royal Scottish Academy Building yesterday (Friday) which was nice. I found the Andy Warhol exhibition slightly disappointing, mainly because I had seen most of his work before at various galleries and I guess I was just expecting something more, especially since there was an entrance fee and you couldn't even take photographs, but it wasn't bad or anything like that. I liked the glass case with the polaroids and the screen test films and the room with the fish wallpaper the best. I took one picture without flash in the National Gallery of Scotland before someone came up to me and reminded me that photography was not permitted and then I became too afraid to take anymore after that. I love visiting museums and galleries and all but I wish they wouldn't be so strict about things like that, photography I mean.



So I'm going to see Patrick Wolf in November. I just have to sort out a method of transport which is terribly complicated. The whole journey is going to take me roughly two hours via train and various buses unless I drive which would decrease the journey time by an hour or so but my last driving experience was so incredibly traumatic and stressful (I unintentionally went through a red light and I think I saw someone copying down my license plate so for the last couple of days I have been anxiously waiting to see if I will be fined for it or not) that I really don't want to drive at all. I absolutely detest driving, I really do.

"I tried and tried when I was younger to learn something about love, and since it wasn't taught in school I turned to the movies for some clue about what love is and what to do about it."

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