Today I was in Glasgow, and nearly drowned, having dressed for a lovely sunny day such as we did not get. Since it was my last day in Glasgow on expenses until September I spent quite a lot, but on very cheap things, so that's all right. I got spiderweb tights in Hellfire, black wedgy sandals in TKMaxx, and a pink fishnet vest, a black cyber-y vest with pink edging and a slashed bit, a fishnet long sleeved top, pink and black striped socks (which came with a black and white striped pair I don't want), ordinary knee highs and some fishnet knee highs in both black and pink all in Primark. The Primark haul cost me £16 in total, which seems reasonable :-) However the evil tart at the till in Primark pissed me off mightily by asking if the pink stuff was for my daughter! Well actually she didn't ask, she just said "Ooh, everyone's wearing those now - they'll be for your daughter, then?" Cow. Am now paranoid that I'll look like mutton dressed as lamb, or as if I have a sixteen year old daughter*, or something.
Oh, and Holes is a most excellent read. I'm very glad that I put off reading it for so long, so that I had something left to enjoy...
*With apologies to those who have teenage daughters and still look fab, naturally. You guys are a great argument against my paranoia.
My moods have been going up and down like a thing that goes up and down a lot, so I'm going to use this to record some of the good bits. Apologies for cluttering up you friends list with boring shite, but you don't have to read it.
Anyway, last night Sandy put up my red and purple cloths and masks, and I put up the pictures I wanted in my room. I can't keep all my pictures, as I have a lot less wall than I used to, so some are going to have to go in the living room, and the meaningless Fritz Klein award may have to go in the bin, which serves it right (I'd rather keep my MSc in actively seeking work).
So last night I slept under pretty things with my Venetian masks watching over me. And I slept well. And Jon came round and we had a pleasant chat and a beer. Which was nice.
Next I must buy a blanket box, among other things. Maybe the time for the dreaded trip to Ikea has come - anyone want to take me there?
I also still have ethernet cable to pin up, and a long extension to the TV to make. We'll need four sockets near the TV now and maybe another few later, as well as the ariel, and naturally we have decided to put it against a wall with none. We also need four sources of power near the phone (for radiophone, answerphone, hub and modem), and of course there were none, so all four power leads are currently running under the door to the kitchen. All this has decided me that all houses built under my rule in future should have a power/data strip running around every wall that you can jack into at any point (and of course all phone, network and TV should run down the same cable). Also every electrical device should run off the same voltage as said strip and not require all those chunky and subtly different adapters which don't-quite-fit on the multiway. My hub doesn't even say on it what voltage it wants, and guess who didn't lable which adapter belonged to which device before she moved? Now I'm going round labelling them with a silver pen to prevent a repeat performance...
Also neither my LJ client nor Explorer will recognise the internet from this computer, while Mozilla is fine, which is weird. Ho hum.
And am now late for work. More rantage will have to wait.
Quick question. Does anyone know how much ethernet cable minds being trodden on? Will it be OK if I run it under the hall carpet?
Am really tired but I had a lovely party. I managed to stay until dawn, but I left in order to have sex, which I think is a good reason... I particularly enjoyed seeing Nik's kilt ensemble, which suited him better than I'd though possible. Other highlights include Andrew breaking the kazoo by trying to play Iggy Pop with it, which is a thing not to attempt lightly, and watching Rachael meeting Steve, which went pretty much as I expected.
Sorry, I'm far too tired to make any sense right now, but at least we have internetty goodness, and now I can sleep so I can go to Stirling bright and early tomorrow. Ugh.
Woohoo! Internetty goodness! Now to see if it works when it's unplugged and plugged back in a more sensible configuration (rather than having all the boxes and three miles of cable in my room).
Hurrah! I have a mouse! Now I can browse LJ at modem speeds in greater comfort (yes, still no ADSL) Still, at least this lack of internet (and TV) gives me more incentive to get the flat sorted out instead of vegging in front of a cathode ray tube.
Tonight I plan to sort out the bathroom, which doesn't sound like much, but is. I've also ordered some food for tomorrow, so I'm keeping my fingers crossed that Tesco can handle this address as well as they did the last one. Gosh, isn't my life interesting and fruitful?
I should just like to mention, since I have neglected to do so, that I am really quite happy at the moment. in spite of the stress and the huge amount of work of the last week or two, when I go back to my flat I look around at the bustle and walk through the pleasantly warm evening air, and think "I live here" and I am filled with a warm little glow. I feel like I'm living in a real city and I love it to bits.