Well, technically it is still Valentine's Day in Hungary, sorry if you're in a different timezone... Actually, what is time for a Doctor Who fan anyway! Right?!
First I was like let's do something Spinster Club for today, but no, that would have been cheap. See instead:
Actually they had a live chat on youtube today which I happened to miss, I leave it to you to point out the irony of it.
What? What that you ask? Who are Simon and Martina? Seriously. Have some culture!
Showing posts with label antisocial. Show all posts
Showing posts with label antisocial. Show all posts
14/02/2014
15/01/2014
02/08/2013
Fragments From My Sketchbook
E66
... and I'm not the person who at this particular festival got greeted with a “Hi guys!” – “guys” meaning my dog. And before you ask, no, I'm not the person either who then came back to the night concert with an even less disturbing companion: a bike she wouldn't have left for any second.
28/07/2013
Fragments From My Sketchbook
E61
I know, I know. The 16-year-old me would probably be amazed that the ten years older herself is not only allowed to go to concerts, but even earns money only by participating such events and writing about them. (This would probably compensate her for the fact that – much to her disappointment – I am still alive at such an old age.)
But you know it's much less fun when you're there because you are obligated, surrounded by complete strangers and people that either irritate you or are irritated by you. And you know... eventually you hit the age when at 10 p.m. you don't wish to be at a loud and crowded concert but to be at home at your warm and comfy little bed... What you say dear reader, that said age people usually hit in their 70s? Sorry I can't hear you well...
All right, you got me. I'm a helpless antisocial. A real proper spinster. A “musically uncool” person – or something like that I just read that night in that book of Miranda Harts when I got laughed at... In my defence I was reading Salinger just a half hour before.
I know, I know. The 16-year-old me would probably be amazed that the ten years older herself is not only allowed to go to concerts, but even earns money only by participating such events and writing about them. (This would probably compensate her for the fact that – much to her disappointment – I am still alive at such an old age.)
But you know it's much less fun when you're there because you are obligated, surrounded by complete strangers and people that either irritate you or are irritated by you. And you know... eventually you hit the age when at 10 p.m. you don't wish to be at a loud and crowded concert but to be at home at your warm and comfy little bed... What you say dear reader, that said age people usually hit in their 70s? Sorry I can't hear you well...
All right, you got me. I'm a helpless antisocial. A real proper spinster. A “musically uncool” person – or something like that I just read that night in that book of Miranda Harts when I got laughed at... In my defence I was reading Salinger just a half hour before.
10/07/2012
07/20/2012
Today you're lucky enough to see the third part in a series of me, sitting in the right corner of the picture with the same face thinking about the same stuff...
First there was this: 02/25/2012
You know what he answered to that question of mine?? Know what??? He said that maybe the Oldstyle fonts are even capable of that.
Then in the summer I got to this conclusion: 06/23/2012
Then – just to make completely clear that I am not normal – there was this:
... and thus starts the very last week of me posting 365IPs.
First there was this: 02/25/2012
You know what he answered to that question of mine?? Know what??? He said that maybe the Oldstyle fonts are even capable of that.
Then in the summer I got to this conclusion: 06/23/2012
Then – just to make completely clear that I am not normal – there was this:
... and thus starts the very last week of me posting 365IPs.
15/04/2012
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