"What are you, in mourning?"
"Always."
It's spring, I'm wearing black. People always comment on wardrobe, it seems to be primarily shades, well, if we're being honest, black. I don't really enjoy bright, vibrant colours - save red - muted palettes seem to suit my style a little more. Anyways, I look I've been raised from the dead to most, being almost translucent and half-awake for basically my entire life. This sweater has a hole in the shoulder, I looked down the other day, and, upon seeing my skin, thought, I'm not wearing a white shirt. I am really that pale.
I am still reading Rebecca, I haven't had much time to read because of exams. The cover is gone, of course, and I was afraid of ripping the first page off when I began reading it, but I added more tape to the edges, so it should be fine now. Instead of reading about the happenings of Manderly last night, I watched the first season of Sex and the City at two in the morning - how cliche, I know. Whenever I watch old episode SATC I think about how far the movies are from where the show started - being about independent women trying to get by in New York City - whereas the movie seemed like some cheesy wedding magazine with a plot line.
I do not appreciate cheesy wedding magazines - I'll stick with thirty year olds exploring their sexuality.
Music: Lakes of Alberta Pt. 1 - Graham Wright
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