Kates Journal

Just occasionally I can be such a girl. I’m also a nightmare to take shopping because in general I know exactly what I want; and close isn’t good enough.

So I went into Bath today for: ridiculously strappy, silly heel’d shoes, to go with the black oriental dress; and also some slightly dangly earings. Bear in mind that I slept like crap last night and then got up at 5am for work.

I think I visited every single shoe shop in Bath, before settling on some in Barratts which were the closest to my desires and actually came in my size. Then we got to earrings, that took another hour, mostly revisiting a lot of the same shops and wanting to berate myself for not thinking of it at the same time.

I did however buy new trainers at the same time – I got a pair of Lonsdale Converse Rip-offs (Yay for being a size 6 (some of the time) – I got kids sizes… and kids prices!) and some Karrimor ones, ‘cos there’s a sports shop shutting and the two of them came to 30 quid. Which seemed not unreasonable. I also got Rachie a little something, ‘cos I spotted it and thought ‘Very Rachel’. She’ll have to wait for the next package for that though.

Finally I got some extreme styling hair gel (or some other equally silly name) – for the purpose of styling my hair. Heee.

I shall rock tonight. Rock my little world. If I can walk in these bloody heels :-)

So, I have ‘finished’ one. I’ve written it, failed it, re-written it, been told it’s a piece of crap that won’t pass, rewritten it, proofed it, rewritten it, proofed it *again* and attached it to an e-mail I can’t send ‘cos my mail server appears to be down. I hope it’s back up by this evening, ‘cos the details of where I’m meant to pick up people for the ball tomorrow are on there.

I took a break for an hour, cleaning out the crap that’s accumulated in my car, covering the seats with the gowns my dad wore when he was sick (not, oddly, when he was dying – because he was back in teeshirts in the main then; I suspect the ‘hospital’ nature of gowns was not what he wanted or needed) – vinyl seats in summer are hideous. Of course, having “HEALTHTEX” splattered over the seats is possibly a little disconcerting for some. I think I might get them recovered in something else at some point.

I want them to look right though.

Anyhow, so, I also re-re-readjusted the points; modern parts being phenominally crap, they’d worn closed *again*. Given I did them less than 2000 miles ago, it’s a bit pathetic. They’re meant to last 6k. Perhaps it is time for an optical ignition unit :-/

Anyway, having got the car running smoothly again (it’d started to be hesitant under load, a classic sign of points closing – at least, on my car) and the interior clean, I headed back inside and started to debate ideas about the next essay. Problem is I’m all essayed out. Problem other is that I need to get it finished today so I can hand it in – because I’ve pinched all my days off for interviews; not that I’m complaining about interviews, not at all, not even slightly. What I need, however, is more time off.

So, yeah, I need to do my essays but I am very bored of them, very bored. I may take a break for dinner and then start again.

Tomorrow I shall have to stop at Mastershoe and try to get some funky shoes for the wearing to the ball; annoyingly I’ve not got time to get my eyebrows done (anyone I know in Bristol fancy doing my eyebrows before I go, I’m too paranoid to try and shape them though I may give them a bit of a desparation based tidy – either that or know of a good but not-too-busy beauty salon open on a Sunday?)
I have far too much life sometimes. Most of the time, not enough, but far too much life.

My laptop’s screen’s casing has cracked. It’s been cracking for a while, but I just noticed that it says “Latitu de” now (well,a ctually the crack goes through the d). I guess after these essays are done it’ll ahve to come apart and be repaired some how. Poot.

Why? Because sometimes they’re just that bit bizzare…

I was watching the news over lunch today and, well, this is what I saw… Only, I didn’t start at the beginning which made it even *more* odd.

Sing HO! For the BBC. Yes.

I’ve not got anyone to pounce on this week, although I’ve been prodding most of my friends about this one.

What do I wear to the ball sunday night?

Option A: The chinese dress
Option B: The purple dress (but I wore that last xmas, and would rather not give the impression that I own one dress)
Option C: The black velvet dress (not very flattering, not very exciting, no photo)
Option D: The purple velvet skirt and some top or other
Option E: Attempt to get my dinner jacket cut and fitted in less than a day (no, I won’t….).

Options A and B you get a picture of….

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