My friend had been feeling under the weather this week, and she's pretty much indestructible, so we all knew it was something nasty. So yesterday, saturday, I went to a local comic book store for the first time to pick a few up for her, to help her feel better. (I got her one about Wolverine and then Harley Quinn one) Like I said, it was really my first time in a comic book store, and I knew it was going to be crazy, but I felt really out of place the second I walked in. It was kinda dim and all of the walls were covered with comics or trading cards or posters, and there were lines of comics hanging from the ceiling, and big albums of sports trading cards on shelves by the front door. But, most overwhelming of all were the bins and bins and bins of comic books. I would have turned around and left the store had they not had comics on the front of them that gave a general idea of what was in them. Seriously, I was not in my element. Though, it ended well. I got two issues of Catwoman for myself (and stupidly didn't get the last two of the set of four.) and two for her. Which apparently neither her or her dad had seen before and the Wolverine one had three parts in it that featured some other Marvel characters. Not to mention she's on the mend.
Near the comic store is a thrift store (squee) and I found a nifty new black dress. The torso has that styled wrinkle pattern on it, with the dual triangle top and braided straps, and then the skirt is kind of heavy (at least the material) and stretchy, and it has a lot of extra fabric, so it twirls really well. I wore it today with my pirate shirt (poofy sleeves, lace ruffle on the front) some patterned tights and black leather boots. The whole affect was kind of an english school-girl (Especially since I had a side-braid and a bow in my hair)
Despite that, I felt like I kind-of had a really uneventful weekend. I was feeling down all day today. But that brings us almost to the present, which sees me attempting to cook dinner. Dinner is working out pretty well too, but my mum decides to go clean herself up, in the middle of my cooking. If she had decided to start at the beginning I wouldn't mind, but now the main dish is sitting in the over hopefully just staying warm and not burning, my cuscus is turning to mush and I have string-beans just sitting to the side waiting to be cooked. Needless to say I'm a little bit pissed. Plus, we rarely have dinner "as a family" and now I'm trying to make that happen so she doesn't even have to cook and she's up in her bathroom fighting back wrinkles with lotion and that weird face-paste. Seriously, other mothers of teenage girls would be in shock at the idea of their daughters making a meal, but mine is barely taking notice. I doubt I will ever make dinner for the family again.
~Tentacle cats are always prompt!
Near the comic store is a thrift store (squee) and I found a nifty new black dress. The torso has that styled wrinkle pattern on it, with the dual triangle top and braided straps, and then the skirt is kind of heavy (at least the material) and stretchy, and it has a lot of extra fabric, so it twirls really well. I wore it today with my pirate shirt (poofy sleeves, lace ruffle on the front) some patterned tights and black leather boots. The whole affect was kind of an english school-girl (Especially since I had a side-braid and a bow in my hair)
Despite that, I felt like I kind-of had a really uneventful weekend. I was feeling down all day today. But that brings us almost to the present, which sees me attempting to cook dinner. Dinner is working out pretty well too, but my mum decides to go clean herself up, in the middle of my cooking. If she had decided to start at the beginning I wouldn't mind, but now the main dish is sitting in the over hopefully just staying warm and not burning, my cuscus is turning to mush and I have string-beans just sitting to the side waiting to be cooked. Needless to say I'm a little bit pissed. Plus, we rarely have dinner "as a family" and now I'm trying to make that happen so she doesn't even have to cook and she's up in her bathroom fighting back wrinkles with lotion and that weird face-paste. Seriously, other mothers of teenage girls would be in shock at the idea of their daughters making a meal, but mine is barely taking notice. I doubt I will ever make dinner for the family again.
~Tentacle cats are always prompt!
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