Yes, I am in the British Library. Again. I live here, I can't escape it, even when I try it lures me back with its delicious apple crisp bars (and its books).
I bought a really expensive notebook today and decided that I would do some research in the BL the old fashioned way, just me and a book and an expensive notebook, oh and a pencil. I read the book and took notes without the use of my computer. It was tricky at first. My hand was definitely unsure of itself as it tried to write words, constantly skipping letters and forgetting how to form certain shapes. It's true, I don't do much handwriting these days, and it took a while to get back into it.
Before coming to the library I worked all morning. Like, proper work. If you know me, you know I have an aversion to work. But, as much as I hate working, my aversion to authority is even greater, and if I don't work hard on the business my sister and I are starting, then I'll have to work for someone else some day, which sounds like the worst thing imaginable. So I started a new blog for archediting.com. We want it to be a writing resource, covering everything from proper grammar to getting published. We'll review books and blogs and write our own handy little articles. I am excited for it, but I know it's going to be SO much work.
Also, this is brilliant. http://www.ianvisits.co.uk/blog/2011/03/02/a-map-of-londons-public-toilets/ This guy has mapped out all of the public toilets in London! Apparently there's more than 800 here, which is awesome considering there's 3 in Rome. It's handy to know where to find them. What a clever idea.
Oh, and I did this to my hair the other day.
I felt the need to dye it, and I initially wanted to do bright pink streaks, but I decided to be a little more conservative and go for the red. But there is an old lady who I see at the BL and she has the exact same hair as me, so I'm thinking I will do the pink as soon as I find some good hair dye. I didn't do it try to be cool or anything...in fact I feel like it's probably really uncool for a 27 year old to dye her hair pink. I did it because I don't really care. My hair doesn't need to be perfect, and I don't need to try to preserve its pristine state and color. It can look like crap, which it definitely does today. I've probably been reading too much about punk anti-fashion. Or maybe it's because I've realized none of it really matters: clothes, hair, make up. It doesn't matter and I don't care. There, you can believe that or not. I'm not sure if I do completely, I just know that the easiest thing for me to do is dye my hair, wear lots of black eye shadow and start making my own clothes because I can't buy the things I like anyway because i'm broke and nothing I like fits. When I go home in April I'm going to go through all my old clothes, or go to the charity shops, and make skirts out of anything I think will work. I'm excited about this. I also have some sweaters I've worn all winter that could very easily be turned into summer skirts.
Finally, I'm going to admit this, I started reading Crash by J.G. Ballard. Woah. I don't know if I can make it through the whole book...I'm surprised I got through the first chapter. It is definitely disturbing and painful to look at, on so so many levels, but there's something intensely compelling about how it's written that makes me want to finish it. It reminds me of watching a really awful horror movie where you can't get into the horror, you just float above it, paying more attention to how it is all crafted than to the actual terrible things that are happening. That's how I watch horror movies anyway, and probably why I love them so much. I haven't seen a good horror movie in months, and I really need to sit down and watch something soon. I miss Susperia and The Shining and The Omen and all of those wonderful movies I used to watch all of the time. It's time to get back into that. Remember how I wrote my Masters thesis on zombies? yeah, those were good times.
And there you have it. That's my random blog for the day. thanks for enduring, if you did.