How do people keep their shirts tucked in so nicely? I was experiencing this very difficulty in taking these pictures. Also, can you tell that they’re taken at night opposed to most of my others taken in the day? Thus, I present horrible texture representation.
Too bad about the bad quality pictures because I wanted to show you chic-kies the lace tank top I made the other day. I’m wearing it with a white cami inside and a navy blue crop jacket I bought some years ago but only wore once because I bought it when it was out of fashion.
So why take pictures when there is such bad lighting? Well I was feeling rather ignored because my mother said she’d help me with my dress tomorrow. I started it last night, finished it today, until I realized that the skirt was uneven. Anyways, I can’t wait to show you.
My skin is horrible. You can’t tell from the pictures because frankly, my camera sucks. Every summer I get this pollen reaction where the skin around my lip chaps and starts to crack. Sounds gross, and it is gross. Well this year it’s quite worse because skin on my forehead, nose and under one of my eyes is following suit. I’m pretty nervous about it and don’t have an appointment with the physician until Monday. This is why I hermit in the summer.
Went to the library today and got these books:
Notes from Underground by Fyodor Dostoevsky – I actually wanted to get Crime and Punishment (because I read only a chunk of it in high school) but my crappy library didn’t have it, so I settled for something of the same author.
Suite Francaise by Irene Nemirovsky- Not because I share my first name with the author, but unconsciously it probably is the reason I remember about this book. It’s about Nazi occupation, which I’ve never given a chance because it sounds so grim. I read a review about this book in some magazine I don’t remember and randomly saw it on a bookshelf, so I picked it up.
And since I remember, here’s my verdict on the books I told you about in a past entry.
Trimalchio by F. Scott Fitzgerald- I liked it, it helps that I actually understood it because reading The Great Gatsby the first time around, I was just confused and pressured that I would fail grade eleven English if I didn’t finish. Now I understand all the prose and symbolism, and what a gorgeous book it is.
1984 by George Orwell- I’m surprised I finished it in a week because a) it’s dystopia, I didn’t exspect myself to like it and b) when do I ever finish reading anything so fast?
All Families are Psychotic by Douglas Coupland- Didn’t finish it, maybe got into the second chapter and decided it’s not my kind of read. I don’t like to waste time on books I know I won’t like. It’s like watching a movie that you know will bore your brains out.