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A Tale of Two Halves
Feb. 25th, 2003 11:51 amYesterday, I went into Liverpool with Becca. She wanted to buy trousers ("Let's go to the big-people shop!") and I wanted to buy beads. She was marginally more successful than me. I mean, she bought trousers, that were cute, that fitted, that she could afford... and I... didn't.
It's not to say I didn't buy beads. I did. I got two 7g bags of seed beads and some slightly bigger ones, along with the letter beads. The problems started when we got back - we left at two fifteen for lack of things to do, and it took forever to get back because of the lack of trains. But yes, the beads. The seed beeds look gorgeous but are a holy nightmare to put on thread. And of course, the thread turns out to be non-elastic. I was pissed off. We managed to make two bracelets, one of which later broke, so there are now beads everywhere.
And to make things worse... Becca was trying to spell out the letter beads - it was fairly impossible to guess what they were supposed to say, so I told her. "Blame Hawkeye" - to make![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
cucharita and purplerainbow giggle, of course.
But, as always happens - I'm missing a bloody bead!
Therefore, Becca has written on the whiteboard: "Buy 'H' and get brain."
Last night was spent eating pizza (avec ma mere) and watching Cruel Intentions. We started watching it fairly early, and my mother had to walk in at the moment where the two girls kiss. She went out again, and walked back in at the moment where the two guys are in bed together. I should mention my mother doesn't know about any of my slight... tendencies... so this was a little bit of a revelation.
Becca made me watch Shooting Stars. I didn't "get it." She then proceeded to inform me I have an American sense of humour. I complained that that can't be right, the Americans have no sense of irony. I explained that with how you can't smoke in the Statue of Liberty, and then she said, "You hate everyone."
Maybe I do.
And that is that. Except - Becca and I did try our hands at fairy-tale writing, for some reason that is yet to be explained. I leave the gentle reader to guess what was whose contribution:
( Cut for severe lunacy )
I can only apologise.
It's not to say I didn't buy beads. I did. I got two 7g bags of seed beads and some slightly bigger ones, along with the letter beads. The problems started when we got back - we left at two fifteen for lack of things to do, and it took forever to get back because of the lack of trains. But yes, the beads. The seed beeds look gorgeous but are a holy nightmare to put on thread. And of course, the thread turns out to be non-elastic. I was pissed off. We managed to make two bracelets, one of which later broke, so there are now beads everywhere.
And to make things worse... Becca was trying to spell out the letter beads - it was fairly impossible to guess what they were supposed to say, so I told her. "Blame Hawkeye" - to make
cucharita and purplerainbow giggle, of course. But, as always happens - I'm missing a bloody bead!
Therefore, Becca has written on the whiteboard: "Buy 'H' and get brain."
Last night was spent eating pizza (avec ma mere) and watching Cruel Intentions. We started watching it fairly early, and my mother had to walk in at the moment where the two girls kiss. She went out again, and walked back in at the moment where the two guys are in bed together. I should mention my mother doesn't know about any of my slight... tendencies... so this was a little bit of a revelation.
Becca made me watch Shooting Stars. I didn't "get it." She then proceeded to inform me I have an American sense of humour. I complained that that can't be right, the Americans have no sense of irony. I explained that with how you can't smoke in the Statue of Liberty, and then she said, "You hate everyone."
Maybe I do.
And that is that. Except - Becca and I did try our hands at fairy-tale writing, for some reason that is yet to be explained. I leave the gentle reader to guess what was whose contribution:
( Cut for severe lunacy )
I can only apologise.
