I'm in a self-potrait-y mood these days and therefore have got all sorts of vague pictures of myself in the mirror. There is a nice one of my belly ring but I think it might be a little too much to go on the internet, so here is one I got Samar to take at Hookah the other day. That is my hand, yes, and if you look closely, you'll see a dolphin shaped ring that Damien gave me the other day. Well, he didn't so much give it to me as have me wrench it off his finger and say gleefully, "This is mine now, yes?" I love it though and it looks much better on my hand so there,
I've been in a strange sort of mood too, besides the self-portrait one. It's very odd. I don't feel like doing anything, and the littlest things make me want to cry. It's a the-world-is-out-to-get-me kind of mood and if you say PMS I will personally kill you.
I woke up at five thirty in the morning yesterday to get to the bookshops by six. I was doing a story on the Harry Potter thing, to see whether people would show up, but no dice. Only sleepy me and a sleepier photographer. By nine we wrapped up and I took my new book and went to Sagar for breakfast. Then, because it was still some obscene hour of the morning and no one was willing to wake up and hang out with me (hmph) I went to the Habitat Centre and sat on one of their benches and finished reading. Can I just say I was very disappointed with this one. I mean, hello, granted they're sixteen and all, but the amount of romance that was going on after the very tame Cho Chang kiss of the last book would put a fluff fic writer to shame. (Double hmph) And soooooooooooo predictable. Really.
When the last HP book came out I was still with He Who Shall Not Be Named and I sped read my way through the book so he could read it next and so we could have lively discussions. This time however, I have no one to talk to about the book, no one to have lively discussions with, no one who really cares about what I think and wants me to see their side of things and no one I want to convince that it's my way or the highway. So I shall do what single women everywhere do and just talk to myself.
(SPOILER ALERT: THE PLOT WILL BE REVEALED. SCROLL DOWN TO THE ASTERISKS IF YOU STILL HAVEN'T READ THE BOOK)
edit: sorry, sorry, sorry, if you saw what was written! At his suggestion I have now put the required blank text lines. So now we're all set, right?
Dude I mean, the whole Snape thing, wow.
Oh please, I saw it coming from a mile away.
Yeah? You saw him being the Half Blood Prince? Like hell you did.
Well, excuse me for being smarter than you are.
Smarter? Hah. You didn't see the whole Harry-Ginny thing, now, didja?
And that was so obvious.
Okay this is getting depressing, let's stop.
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We also went to Elevate last night, where DJ Ryan was playing and the sms that I got in the morning promised me "hip hop and bollywood" but really, he seemed to only be playing Kajraa Re in some kind of loop over and over again. I didn't mind because I like that song and I was consuming many kinds of alcohol in a large hookah shaped thing with a curly glass pipe that you sucked and magically vodka and rum and beer and red bull would apparate (since I've just finished The Half Blood Prince I'm using much Rowling terminology) into your mouth.
And Boston Boy returns on Tuesday night and just to show him that I'm busy and I have a life I've taken an assignment on Wednesday night--some fashion show at Olive--which I'm now massively regretting because I've been waiting for him to return since January and I'm so excited and I can't wait to see him and why, oh why am I so self-destructive?
I wonder whether we'll hook up, Boston Boy and I, while he's here. I wonder if that'll be such a good idea. I like him, I really do, but the fact that he's not here is a big drawback. And I don't want to just screw around and risk losing our friendship. And I don't want to be in this funny mood when he gets here. I want to be upbeat and normal and chirpy not the Ms. Sad Sack that I've morphed into. (By the way, if you're curious about Boston Boy, I think he's in my January archives)
I wonder if he'll make my pupils dilate.
EDIT: My good friend Ash whose budday it was the uzzer day (Re-happy to you!) and who, by the way, introduced me to the whole concept of fanfic (basically aroused my curiousity and inspired many Google searches till I found Schnoogle) has a great HP6 analysis on her blog which you should read if you follow fanfic at all.