The Festive Season
(I have just read back through this entry and. Er. Yeah. Literally the only explanation I can think of is that I have somehow got high from all the raisins I have eaten and I didn't think that was actually possible...)
S'up?
I had a lot of things I meant to do today, the main one being to go into town and get stuff to make myself a top for the samba show I am doing on Thursday (I thought it was next Thursday! This was not the case!) but, er, I did not. I mostly sat under a blanket, eaten raisins, had a really dorky conversation with my Dad in which I referred to myself as a redshirt, and read a shedload of Hyperbole and a Half.
I blame two things for this.
1. THE SNOW HAS ARRIVED. \o/! I flove snow. A lot. But I live in among scary hills (which is to say, my street is flat but ALL the streets around us are steep, and so terrifying inclines of ice and dooooom right now. This makes me less than inclined to leave the house and risk life and limb. Also I can't find my wellies and I have one (1) pair of flat shoes that don't have holes in them. And those are ballet flats with all the grip of a, I don't even know, a gloss photograph. Or that time that my housemate Belle polished our laminate floor with wax furniture polish, turning our front room into a slip n slide.
2. One of the things I need to buy is a sports bra. WOE. I hatehatehate buying underwear. Okay, sometimes buying pants is fun because they are pretty and sometimes you find ones that say I <3 Dragons. But bras are a nightmare. They are expensive and the sizing thing seems to be complete arbitrary and you have to take all your clothes off to try them on. Ugh. Also (as I know I have mentioned before and I am sure that regular readers are thinking, oh god, Lal is talking about her boobs again) I have Cleavage with a Capital C. Or, as a friend of Nat's once said, a balcony that you could do Shakespeare off. This means that it is nearly impossible to buy cheap and cheerful bras. Also the sports bra has to be some sort of miracle of modern engineering.
Anyway. One of the things I meant to do was make a post about Christmas cards/packages.
DO YOU WANT MAIL? SAY YES! I love sending out cards and random things to people.
I know I have addresses for some of you, if I have several you need to tell me which one you would like it sent to.
But everyone else, comment on this post with yours. If you don't want to share it with the world wide web then comment anonymously (just sign yourself out of LJ) and that will be screened for your protection and privacy!
Also, if you would like any specific kind of card (Christmassy, Hanukkah-y, Leeds-y, Fandom-y, Hogswatch-y, Sorry we killed Jesus-y) then tell me that too!
I'm sure I can get testimonials from people who have already given me their home deets that I have done nothing worse with it than sending them random flyers that I think are amusing.
OH, I have moved house since last year so if you have an old address (number 13) you will need to ask me for the new one (16)
Okay, I am going to go make sausage and bean casserole and watch my dancing show. And maybe write dancing fic as I do it. So far I have an appallingly soppy ending and some scenes where everyone mocks each other and Eames is deeply inappropriate. Hands up all those who are massively unsurprised by this...
YAY POST! AND ONE THING GETTING DONE! \o/!
S'up?
I had a lot of things I meant to do today, the main one being to go into town and get stuff to make myself a top for the samba show I am doing on Thursday (I thought it was next Thursday! This was not the case!) but, er, I did not. I mostly sat under a blanket, eaten raisins, had a really dorky conversation with my Dad in which I referred to myself as a redshirt, and read a shedload of Hyperbole and a Half.
I blame two things for this.
1. THE SNOW HAS ARRIVED. \o/! I flove snow. A lot. But I live in among scary hills (which is to say, my street is flat but ALL the streets around us are steep, and so terrifying inclines of ice and dooooom right now. This makes me less than inclined to leave the house and risk life and limb. Also I can't find my wellies and I have one (1) pair of flat shoes that don't have holes in them. And those are ballet flats with all the grip of a, I don't even know, a gloss photograph. Or that time that my housemate Belle polished our laminate floor with wax furniture polish, turning our front room into a slip n slide.
2. One of the things I need to buy is a sports bra. WOE. I hatehatehate buying underwear. Okay, sometimes buying pants is fun because they are pretty and sometimes you find ones that say I <3 Dragons. But bras are a nightmare. They are expensive and the sizing thing seems to be complete arbitrary and you have to take all your clothes off to try them on. Ugh. Also (as I know I have mentioned before and I am sure that regular readers are thinking, oh god, Lal is talking about her boobs again) I have Cleavage with a Capital C. Or, as a friend of Nat's once said, a balcony that you could do Shakespeare off. This means that it is nearly impossible to buy cheap and cheerful bras. Also the sports bra has to be some sort of miracle of modern engineering.
Anyway. One of the things I meant to do was make a post about Christmas cards/packages.
DO YOU WANT MAIL? SAY YES! I love sending out cards and random things to people.
I know I have addresses for some of you, if I have several you need to tell me which one you would like it sent to.
But everyone else, comment on this post with yours. If you don't want to share it with the world wide web then comment anonymously (just sign yourself out of LJ) and that will be screened for your protection and privacy!
Also, if you would like any specific kind of card (Christmassy, Hanukkah-y, Leeds-y, Fandom-y, Hogswatch-y, Sorry we killed Jesus-y) then tell me that too!
I'm sure I can get testimonials from people who have already given me their home deets that I have done nothing worse with it than sending them random flyers that I think are amusing.
OH, I have moved house since last year so if you have an old address (number 13) you will need to ask me for the new one (16)
Okay, I am going to go make sausage and bean casserole and watch my dancing show. And maybe write dancing fic as I do it. So far I have an appallingly soppy ending and some scenes where everyone mocks each other and Eames is deeply inappropriate. Hands up all those who are massively unsurprised by this...
YAY POST! AND ONE THING GETTING DONE! \o/!
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OH MY GOSH YOU HAVE SNOW. Where I live, it's only some kind of white and slightly fluffy drizzle, and it never settles. It's very cold though! I think cold without snow is just plain unfair.
Oh, I hear you about the bra problems. I think we've talked about this... once... or twice... so people are probably thinking, "oh no, lal and bran are at it again!" :D The bra situation here in Germany is really, really bad and you can barely find anything size F upward, especially not in combination with the magical 30 in front of it. So basically, everybody is wearing the wrong bras, and even if you know what your actual size is, there are just no bras in that size! I've taken to ordering from the UK and have finally found some fitting bras, so yay. But then I realized I was in need of a sports bra, and it was a complete odyssey! But I've found one now. It's this one. The others I tried were rather shock-inducing then shock-absorbing. I could've worn no bra at all just as well.
Anyway, keeping my fingers crossed for you!
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SO MUCH SNOW, BRAN. But at least I have found my boots. Oh, tomorrow should be interesting, to say the least.
Pshaw, we can talk about our fabulous cleavage all we wish. This is a boobs space! Ugh, that does indeed sound annoying. The main issue I have is with pricing. That one does look marvellous, although I think I am going to have to go to a shop seeing as I need it by Thursday D: My other well endowed dancing friend has suggested the two bra strategy, where you have one of those stretchy sports bras over a decent normal one.
Thank you! I will keep y'all posted :D