right now at this moment

what's your self portrait of the day? How would you like to be remembered? Ideally I'd like to be remembered as the one with the ready quip and a wink, the one who almost always wore something black, the one who left crap messages on answering machines that started with a sigh and then ended with a bullet of I'llcallyoubacklaterokaybye!, the one with her nose in a book. The one that made you laugh.

But I suppose truthfully, I'd be the sleepy, crazy sticky-up hair girl who complained about her wobbly bits and ate her cereal with a lot of slosh and crunch and giggled too loud, and who played fast and loose with the rules of grammar.

And segues are for other people.

Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince arrived yesterday, the boxes are all stocked neat and tidy in columns in the back room and maybe I'll take a picture of them, but it is more tempting to just poke and poke and maybe one of them will fall over and maybe the tape will give and maybe a book will slide out.

And you know, maybe I will finally understand the male mind.

I am not signed up for the fun midnight party opening, L, B, A, and M all are (the lucky bastards), instead, JOY OF JOYS, I get to work the morning shift, from six o clock with my manager Kent. I'm still going to dress up, though, because damn it, my Ravenclaw tie (book version) is DAMN COOL. Have decided to veto the skirt though, so I will be dressed as a Hogwarts Boy. Or possibly Blaise. In Ravenclaw. Eh. It'll work.

But hey, have bridal shower this weekend, and then get to meet up with the fantabulous hostile17girl next week for Disneyland (hopefully Space Mountain will be unofficially open on our day, even though A said his brother (who works at the park) said nothing much has changed) but then I think A is just trying to wind me up.

Yesterday was the start of our Friends and Family weekend at the shop (I sent out some postcards to people, and naturally, forgot to sign my name, so if you got a purple postcard and wondered, 'I didn't sign up for spam!' well...um, it was me, and hey, 20% off your entire purchase is not a bad thing, considering some of the stuff you can find on sale/bargains, etc. Also, just manga.) and I went a little book happy and bought

( book list )

huh.

so where are all the scans of Entertainment Weekly's Battlestar Galactica spread? Come on, this is the internets, I expected links by now.

;D

Tomorrow is my first bridal shower. I bought M's present today, and am working on a mix cd - "Love songs that don't make you want to stab yourself in the eye," title pending.

Also, unless am complete half-wit or he's a flirty flirt mcflirt pants...A likes me. Still do not know how I feel about him, or this - on some days he's unbearably cute, on other days he's too close to Mason for comfort. (Mason is perfectly acceptable as a fictional boyfriend, but as a real one, he'd be disastrous). A's bad points? He gets fucked up...a lot. I can't date someone who's a budding alcoholic. He hates cats. Okay, he's allergic to them, but still. He'd be awesome to hang out with otherwise.

However, on Monday, the cutest trainee I ever did see is working - so I can continue to paddle in the shallow pool for as long as the summer's still here.

Bought more books today - the chibi Death manga by Jill Thompson, Cross, and a book of essays by someone or other (too lazy to go look for the bag right now) about such pressing pop culture issues on why girls like Coldplay, Lloyd Dobler and the futility of coco puffs. Or something.

warning, massive pic spam ahead

( purple heads should rule the world....why doesn't it say that on the box? )