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Jun. 6th, 2001 10:37 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
verbminxSpent today as planned... after I wrote my last entry we trekked out to Book Empire (er, that is, Barnes and Noble), and I sat there for like two hours flipping through books. Journal to the Self and David Schickler's new book of short stories, mostly, as well as a book on decorating apartments on a budget. I was going to buy this month's "Art in America", which has a special on Takeshi Murakami, whose show WB tried to convince me to go to in NYC. I didn't go. I like his work though... the style is known as "superflat". Was also going to buy a funny birthday card to have on hand, but at the last minute I just didn't feel like waiting in line.
After that we went to the salon for milady's appointment... I was not particularly happy with the fact that she got a haircut almost identical to mine. The only major difference is that I have longer strands around the face and retro-short bangs. But I guess it looks nice on her. I complained about my streaky mousy/brassy blonde shade to my lovely stylist, and I have an appointment for more highlights in a week.
stopped at the indie-punk store on the way home, and found a darling dress, a belted shift/slip in rayon crepe, a pinkish neutral ground with a profusion of small red and black chess pieces on it. chatted with the salesgirl, who seemed pretty cool.
So then I came home and ate something and I'm getting ready to go to bed. I've been awake for 24 hours. Hopefully this will help me get back to normal hours again.
as an aside: I'm such fucking little miss bourgeois privilege that it makes me ill sometimes. i can't decide whether it would be better or worse to pretend that i'm "edgy" and "hip" and have some kind of job in advertising or something, or just be my ill pampered self. probably each is equally objectionable. just wait until i have my design degree. it can be a particularly soulless profession. "Use your skills for good! Don't turn to the Dark Side of the Force!" heh heh heh...
After that we went to the salon for milady's appointment... I was not particularly happy with the fact that she got a haircut almost identical to mine. The only major difference is that I have longer strands around the face and retro-short bangs. But I guess it looks nice on her. I complained about my streaky mousy/brassy blonde shade to my lovely stylist, and I have an appointment for more highlights in a week.
stopped at the indie-punk store on the way home, and found a darling dress, a belted shift/slip in rayon crepe, a pinkish neutral ground with a profusion of small red and black chess pieces on it. chatted with the salesgirl, who seemed pretty cool.
So then I came home and ate something and I'm getting ready to go to bed. I've been awake for 24 hours. Hopefully this will help me get back to normal hours again.
as an aside: I'm such fucking little miss bourgeois privilege that it makes me ill sometimes. i can't decide whether it would be better or worse to pretend that i'm "edgy" and "hip" and have some kind of job in advertising or something, or just be my ill pampered self. probably each is equally objectionable. just wait until i have my design degree. it can be a particularly soulless profession. "Use your skills for good! Don't turn to the Dark Side of the Force!" heh heh heh...
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Date: 2001-06-07 01:44 am (UTC)(the aside)
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Date: 2001-06-07 05:14 am (UTC)