After yesterday’s oh-so-emotional posts, I need to take a break and be mundane and ordinary today. So here goes:I have a new favourite mascara: Big Fatty, by Urban Decay. The stuff is great! Even without curling my eyelashes, this mascara makes my lashes look so full that you’d think I had on fake eyelashes. Plus it makes them so long that they brush against my glasses when I put my readers or sunglasses on. Of course, I think pretty much everything by Urban Decay is great, which is why it was such a delightful treat when Joe took me to Sephora on Tuesday evening and bought me everything I wanted. Well, everything I’d let him buy me, anyway. I got two eye shadows (Smog and Midnight Cowboy), lip gloss (lust), some edible pina colada sparkly body powder, the aforementioned mascara, some mineral makeup and some liquid makeup. I also got some new perfume–Givenchy Très Irresistible Soleil d’Été. It smells utterly delightful, being lighter than the heavy perfumes he likes to get me so it works well in the warmer weather. I don’t mind wearing those heavy perfumes when it’s cold out, but in the spring and summer I like lighter scents. We also went to see Pirates of the
Caribbean on Tuesday night. I liked it very much. I think they did a really good job with it. And Keith Richards was just hilarious! I’m gearing up for the last Harry Potter book and the next movie. I’ve ordered a great hot pink spike-haired wig (I’m going to be dressing up as Tonks). I had requested to be off work on July 13th (the release date of the next movie), as I will be at the midnight show. However, I found out yesterday that the
U.S. release date was moved up to July 11th, so I had to change my day off. Fortunately, my supervisor loves Harry Potter, so she didn’t give me any flack about it at all, and asked for a photo of my costume. I don’t have to take off work for the book release, since it’s always on a Friday night. The book release is, I think, the week before the
Juarez show opens. Fortunately, we don’t have rehearsals on Friday nights, so Soleil, Izzybella, and I will be hanging out all evening and then reading all night. I’m trying to talk LeZard into joining us as well. I’ll have provisions at the house—chocolate in case of dementor attacks, jelly bellies (I can’t do Bertie Bott’s; I ate a soap flavoured one once and was queasy for two hours), chocolate frogs, jelly slugs, etc. I’ll head over to the British Emporium in Grapevine to pick up some pasties, samosas, and other fun things. Speaking of the British Emporium, Izzybella and I went there while we were having our sisters’ day on Monday. I got some different foods to try—some really fantastic looking curry sauce, some curry beanz, a can of potato and leek soup—and some candy. The best by far was the box of clotted cream fudge from
Scotland. Oh. My. Gosh. That stuff was really good!!!!!!!!! It wasn’t chocolate fudge, but very creamy delicious yummy goodness. I have decided that when I get ready to do the Christmas stockings this year, I’m going to go back and get some cool British candy. I also got a Fry’s Peppermint Cream bar, which was “dark chocolate with fondant center.” Also very tasty. Not as good as the clotted cream fudge, but then few things are. We got a couple of bags of different flavoured crisps to try (steak & onion, and cheese & onion), but we were too full to taste them. Joe finished those off for us. And I got Joe a small tin of violet pastilles. I don’t know why he likes those things; to me it tastes like I’m eating flowers, and is completely unappealing. But he likes them.When I was taking Spanish in high school, I remember sitting with one of my friends who spoke Spanish at home and getting her to teach me how to cuss. At the time I didn’t know how to swear with the fluency I now possess, so my knowledge of Spanish cussing is very limited. And I know a vulgar word or two in Polish, and can do some swearing in French as well. So when I’m at work cussing out the copier or my computer, I’m usually doing it in another language. A few years ago, when I was taking French in college, I got a book called Merde! The REAL French you were never taught at school. I figured it would be full of slang and a few choice cuss words. And it does have plenty of slang, and more than a few choice cuss words. There are things in this book that I wouldn’t even say in English! I found the book yesterday and brought it to work with me. I need to memorize a few more terms, so I’m not always merde-ing and zut-ing. Those get old, know what I mean? And now that I’ve just shown you that I’m still 11 or 12 inside. . . .