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Jul. 17th, 2006 10:32 pmYesterday I went shopping with Joe to look for something to wear to club bohemia on saturday, and I found precisely NOTHING that I both liked and could afford. Shocking, I left the house at 11, came home at 9, and all I bought was a travel card and two chocolate bars. Granted, I had a very specific idea of what i was looking for, but still; I couldn't even find any black and white stripey stockings, even in camden! thats not right, is it? :(
I did, however, fall in love with this amazing vintage fur stole. It was white and fluffy and puffy and soooooooo soft and when i tried it on, it made me feel like a vintage movie starlet. It was also £35, which is by far the cheapest price I have ever seen for such an item. Howvever it was still beyonde my meagre finances. I need a job really badly. I may ask for an advance on my allowance though, it was that beautiful. Actually, beacuse it was white, it would get grubby really easily, wouldn't it? I don't suppose any one has any info on keeping such things clean, do they?
Then we went to Oxford circus to watch the Pipettes do an instore gig at hmv. We missed the start, so I didn't hear them do 'Your kisses are wasted on me', which is a shame, but it was still much fun. Despite the band's pleas for the audince to dance, Joe and I were the only ones really doing so. Why don't more people dance at gigs? Last month, some women came up to us when we dancing to a band performing at a club, and had a go at us for 'not appreciating the music properly'. I'm sorry? What makes you think that a band would rather perform to a crowd of moody looking sods rather than people enjoying themselves? Perhaps i souldn't make assumptions when I've never been a performing musisican myself, but I think that if I was making upbeat, lively music, than I would take it as a sign that I was doing something right if I saw people dancing. More people should dance at gigs. FACT!
We then went to Topshop, where we saw the most diviiiine guy working at the barry M make-up counter. He was utterly stunning: bee-stung pillow lips, sleek blonde hair, razor sharp cheek bones and the bluest eyes I've ever seen. I guess you could describe him as looking a bit like a siamese cat, only with blonde hair and Anjelina Jolie's lips. But wouldn't sound very flattering, would it? XD. Anyways, I was pointing him out to Joe, and he looked over at me strieght in the eye, so I think he may have heard me. Oops...
God knows what Im going to wear for boho. I tried on a possible dress this morning and I could see my hipbones through it. Yuck.
I did, however, fall in love with this amazing vintage fur stole. It was white and fluffy and puffy and soooooooo soft and when i tried it on, it made me feel like a vintage movie starlet. It was also £35, which is by far the cheapest price I have ever seen for such an item. Howvever it was still beyonde my meagre finances. I need a job really badly. I may ask for an advance on my allowance though, it was that beautiful. Actually, beacuse it was white, it would get grubby really easily, wouldn't it? I don't suppose any one has any info on keeping such things clean, do they?
Then we went to Oxford circus to watch the Pipettes do an instore gig at hmv. We missed the start, so I didn't hear them do 'Your kisses are wasted on me', which is a shame, but it was still much fun. Despite the band's pleas for the audince to dance, Joe and I were the only ones really doing so. Why don't more people dance at gigs? Last month, some women came up to us when we dancing to a band performing at a club, and had a go at us for 'not appreciating the music properly'. I'm sorry? What makes you think that a band would rather perform to a crowd of moody looking sods rather than people enjoying themselves? Perhaps i souldn't make assumptions when I've never been a performing musisican myself, but I think that if I was making upbeat, lively music, than I would take it as a sign that I was doing something right if I saw people dancing. More people should dance at gigs. FACT!
We then went to Topshop, where we saw the most diviiiine guy working at the barry M make-up counter. He was utterly stunning: bee-stung pillow lips, sleek blonde hair, razor sharp cheek bones and the bluest eyes I've ever seen. I guess you could describe him as looking a bit like a siamese cat, only with blonde hair and Anjelina Jolie's lips. But wouldn't sound very flattering, would it? XD. Anyways, I was pointing him out to Joe, and he looked over at me strieght in the eye, so I think he may have heard me. Oops...
God knows what Im going to wear for boho. I tried on a possible dress this morning and I could see my hipbones through it. Yuck.
