Rae and Kristen accompanied me for a sushi dinner yesterday. I had the sexy man roll, which was so delicious! A name like that has to deliver.
Afterwards we headed off for coffee and thesis writing on my part, which I finished at noon today, which meant the beginning of my spring break! How did I celebrate? I took a nap. I wanted to keep sleeping, but I decided maybe I shouldn’t turn into a lazy blob — not yet at least. Because tomorrow Valentina and I are headed off to the beach! Blobs and sand don’t really go together.
Cross your fingers I don’t turn into a lobster… I’ll be bringing SPF1000.
It’s said that you shouldn’t love anything too much, because one day it may very well go before you. Oliver meant the world (wide web) to me. We spent countless nights together, huddled in my dark room with a cup of tea. If there was ever a time I was bored he would provide me with countless hours of entertainment. That will be no more because Oliver is no longer with us, he has bid adieu. His hardware stopped functioning Saturday night at approximately 1900 hours. He was my connection to the internet, my PC. I know it was me that drove him to his end, he couldn’t handle the way I used him daily. Photoshop, Lightroom, iTunes, it added up and it was too much.
With him Oliver took the hundreds of fashion editorials and runway photos, as well as internet memes I had collected over the years. All of my trashy Bulgarian chalga that I relished with guilty pleasure is gone.
If his processes enabled him to feel, I would have called his gesture selfish. I thought he wanted me to bring him to his full potential, but I thought wrong.
RIP Oliver the Asus Eee PC. sadface.
This could be called a rough week, things are just not going my way. I’ve heard the beauty of poetry helps heal emotional wounds, so I decided to write some. My current preferred style is the haiku, and I would like to share some of them with you:
My computer crashed, Mom lent me another one; Viruses haunt it.
I love my friends but They can be capital Bees. Sensitive, whatever.
Microbio class: Bacteria everywhere. Don’t you dare touch that.
John Galliano, So sad you’re leaving Dior, But that was not nice.
In all seriousness, I am disappointed in Galliano’s behavior, if only because I hate to have him leave Dior (well, maybe some of the things he said too). He was bizarre, but he was brilliant. Above are shots from his Spring 2011 designs, which I thought were beautiful; color can be refreshing.