What's wrong with me these days? Okay, there are many things, I am starting to figure out, but one of them, is having a weird taste in colours, today ahah.. you guessed it Camel.. (the other day it was brown) or Caramel.. nude hues, the colour of tights in the Summer.. (instead of wearing winter black ones) ..and the hit shades all over the Catwalk my monthly magazines keep telling me. Fine, so probably not a totally weird colour to be favouring, but normal, 18 year old girls like pink and blue and yellow.. not Camel..
On this super lazy Tuesday I feel like a Camel, all droopy and blergh. I think this is because of many things:
1) Unwelcome Scientist-experiment-gone haywire- hair. Can't do anything productive with poofy hair. Nothings good when one resembles a male lion in the heat. Or Leona Lewis circa early X-Factor days.
2) It's Tuesday..even Craig David only 'took her for a drink on Tuesday' and nothing super-fun happened till at least Thursday and Friday and Saturday. Tuesday is the least productive day of the week, as I'm sure it has been scientifically proven, somewhere. No one saves the world on a Tuesday, perhaps on a Friday evening, but not Tuesday. Yeah, that's weird too. While everyone seems to hate Monday morning, I hate all of Tuesday. And then become fond of Wednesday. That is strange.
Ahm, that's all the factors I can think of for being lazy today, there'll be more soon, there's always more.
I'll explain the Justin Long thing: On this extremely lazy and nothing-productive-today-Tuesday, I watched 'He's Just Not That Into You'. While it recieved mediocre reviews from film loving pals, I quite liked it. It was like British favourite 'Love Actually', where it's one film with many intertwining stories, and the more of those films, the merrier, I believe. I also appreciated the title, 'He's Just Not That Into You'. I recognised that the relative pronoun (?) 'that' was designed to soften the blow, as opposed to the perhaps more severe title of 'He's Just Not Into You. Now go away and go and cry into some clams or something.' Anyway, I was watching it, trying helplessy not to identify with the possessive-over-men main character, Gigi. ( Dear potential- suitor-reader-guy: I feel I'm only a little bit like that, not fully.) Which wasn't a negative thing anyway, because she ended up with Alex, who was adorable and you guessed it, played by Drew Barrymore's beaux, Justin Long. Was he the slacker boat guy in Charlies Angels? If so, he was massively over looked in favour of the white teeth, super smart Clooney's and Pitts of the Hollywood generation.
I should stop typing now, I'm starting to get rice and pork grease on the keyboard. (As I've said before, clearly, Tuesday is not the sexiest, most flattering day of the week for your dear writer. Will portray myself as more appealing some other time). 'Till the next post, will leave you with photo's camel in outfits, picked from the blogosphere.
Images courtesy of we heart it, the satorialist, lookbook.nu and cupcakes and cashmere.
Quote Of The Post:'There's nothing I can't resist. Apart from temptation'- Oscar Wild
:) Emmmy xo
