I finally got my Pottermore welcome email last Monday. Silly me totally missed it in my inbox which was just as well, seeing that Monday was the only time out of my 4-day weekend that I got any work done (I’m a pro at slacking, you see, and researching about the liquid image summit series is just too interesting). I’ve had some time to explore the site and I am in love with it! The art is perfection and I feel like a kitty in a room full of moving squeaky toys. I’m in a frenzy! There is so much to do!
I am very unhappy with the Sorting Hat, though.
And I couldn’t be more excited! And panicked. Excited and panicked! Not the kind of busy one should buy a planner for (it’s 2011, that’s why smartphones exist), but definitely the kind one has to learn how to manage time for (something I’ve been struggling with for over two decades now).
Hair claws aren’t exactly fashionable hair accessories. In fact, they’re kinda ugly, but I can’t live without them seeing that myy hair still isn’t long enough to put up in a bun and the left side of my head makes for awkward ponytails. For the past few months, I’ve been donning an obnoxious black claw, a total contrast to the last few hair colors I’ve had. I kept wishing for clear hair claws but I couldn’t seem to find any!
Until I went to this little side street in my neighborhood to stock up on hair claws (I drunkenly misplaced mine over the weekend) and look for RZR XP Accessories. They didn’t have black ones but they did have these!
I know some of you are probably sick of me constantly yapping about Cowbaby (especially on Twitter) so this will be the last entry about him… for now. The little guy went back to my folks yesterday afternoon but he’ll probably be back in a couple of weeks! He’ll be shuttling back and forth the apartment and my folks’, for his sake.
Wow, my first TILT for the month of August! I am really bad at this.
♣♣♣ These photos by Arthur Shatz of high school fashions in 1969 from the Life Magazine photo archive. I saw these last night (click for more) and couldn’t help but feel an insane longing to have been part of that era. Meanwhile, here is a photo of my high school class taken during our junior year Ilocos trip. I blurred out my classmates but there I am in my awkward high school glory. Good thing you can’t really see me, heh, but you can kind of make out what I’m wearing.
(I still miss and will always love the 90s, though.)
I’m surprised this hasn’t been around longer!
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(And yes, that’s my face in the header. I think it’s my most popular photo to date. I find it really amusing!)