I needed to share this. It's too beautiful not too share. How can a book store be this beautiful? I could spend my whole life here. Transforming an opera theatre into a book store. Whoever's idea it was deserves three thousand neopoints and a pat on the back (yes, I tentatively ventured back into the land of Neopia and free omelettes and jellies with my half-starved-to-death Kacheek. Points to you if you understand anything I'm saying right now). There's almost too much brilliance for my tired eyeballs to handle, I could gouge my eyes out right now, if I had a spoon and maybe a mop to clean up the mess. P.S. it's in Buenos Aires, Argentina.
But whenever I think of Buenos Aires I just think of Carmen Sandiego.
I feel really rutty. In a rut. Again. And I'm not too sure why, but I've become this angry gremlin. All the time. It's like there's an angry little goat riding on my shoulder making me want to throw bricks at everyone I see and everything I do. That's a lie, I know exactly why I'm so angry all the time, but it's irrelevant now. I don't really feel myself these days. Music doesn't sound the same, I can't be bothered dressing, I eat too much, I don't sleep enough. Whatever. Just a silly teenage angst phase. I was attacked by a plant the other day (or, more aptly pointed out by my friend: the plant doesn't move. You tripped on your own feet and fell on it.) and now i have this nasty splinter in my thumb that somehow worked its way completely under the surface of my skin and is just being irritating and making it harder than 4u maths to text people.
And just because there's no such thing as too much beautiful shit on one page -
Hope you are all having a better weekend/post-HSC period/holiday/day/night/morning/afternoon than I am. x