Shoot the Moon

At last I managed to upload my newest new photos from my mobile, though I must say they aren't good by any means, but I will tell you the point in them. This is going to be a rather chaotic post as I'm trying to cram in all the things that have interested me recently.
In general I can tell you that I'm still in some post-birthday trance, which entails that I still find it perfectly normal to spend the day surfing the Net, eating pancakes, listening to chick music, and going to beauticians and hairdressers. Today, for example, I spent about an hour reading through the new Avon catalogue thoroughly, choosing nail polish colours, eye gels, hair brushes, and all kind of stupid things. I also spent about an hour finishing off the book, about one watching Walt Disney's Peter Pan, about two writing my previous post, about two watching Three Days of the Condor (for the second time). Of course it was a Saturday and I wrote two lesson plans somewhere in the meantime, but still it's a bit too easy-going for me.
Yesterday I spent most of the day with my two university friends (sounds like I had only two, which is, well, almost the case) eating, chatting, and getting birthday pressies. One of them gave a box of gorgeous vanilla tea, which smells like making love and tastes about that too. She accompanied it with a bar of chocolate and the book Tales from the Arabian Nights by Wordsworth Classics. My other friend gave a delicious bar of choc filled with choc mousse, which tastes like love as well (you see, love has a whole lot of diverse tastes), and two books: A Maffia-klub by Orsolya Karafiáth and The Illustrated Mum by Jacqueline Wilson. I recall seeing Wilson's name on a book somewhere at home but I don't know what it was. She is some kind of teenage book writer, and this particular book is about an eccentric mother according to the cover, so I assume it will suit me all right. Judging from these pressies I must say they know me completely well.

After we parted I did some shopping research because my mother's husband also wants to take me on a shopping spree for my birthday and we haven't managed to find a suitable time so far. In the end I didn't choose anything because I was shocked by the prices and the products that are claimed to be fashionable. I took a few pics to discuss here. In the first one you are supposed to see a black woollen pullover full of mustard-colored deers. Right in front of it is what I call "nipple pullover" because tiny bumps run through the front in two columns.

Following the "deer" fashion the next pic shows a box of lip balm with the picture of Bambi on it. There were nail polishes and some other products with the same theme. (Next to the them I also found a black nail polish called "cracked nails," which enables your nails to look as if the polish was cracked, which so it seems is fashionable now; but I didn't take a photo of it.)

Next I came across an underware shop decorated with violins (!) and sheet music. I really don't see the connection between violins and asses. (Another clothes shop is actually called Stradivarius.)

I've also met some curious people recently, though unfortunately I haven't had the guts to take a photo of them. For example there was a granny wearing black canvas shoes with tiny hearts and the word "love" written all over it, which are what I'd expect to see on a fourteen-year-old girl. I also saw a black man in a beige raincoat, holding a briefcase and looking around as if he was some secret agent. And all these in our district of all! But our favourite one is the bus driver who took us to the Skanzen in the summer when we were at Szentendre. He was in his twenties or early thirties, and he was reading Anna Karenina (I mean while we were waiting at the station). It's just amazing how people turn up where you don't expect, doing something totally out of place, something unlike what you'd expect them to do.
Speaking of which, I've decided yet again to try hard to like my sisters-in-law, I mean the both of them. In that order I make a mental note of all their (her) good deeds to try to win over my critical self. For example I thought she was the perfect source to enquire after the film adaptation of P.S. I love you and wrote her an email. She emailed back in a few hours that she didn't have it but would consult her friends and try to find it wherever possible. And it was sort of nice. As we where at the orchestra session yesterday I pondered again that had we started out differently we might as well have ended up friends. I mean, I used to go to solfeggio classes with one of her best friends and we had a few laughs, which proves that we have something in common. To tell the truth I keep analyzing her too often and have found several features we share. Just sharing that eccentric would be father-in-law of ours should have made us allies a long time ago. And we've come to the conclusion with my boyfriend that she's never wanted to hurt me deliberately. Perhaps it's me who's been a bitch after all and not her.