I had to download a ridiculous program this afternoon so I had lots of time to do absolutely nothing. I got to thinking about my dream house in France again so I went to visit it (online, of course.) I’m afraid I’ve betrayed it, though… I went wandering on the site and found another house that I think I like more. But dang it all, it’s already been sold! And to make matters worse, it was cheaper than my other dream house, had a butt-load more space, a TON of beautifully huge outbuildings. Guess what the real kicker was, though. Formal gardens. Ponds that are elegantly lit at night. And… and… it’s so gorgeous on the inside. ::sniffle:: Now if only I had $816,688 and a time machine, then I could go back a few months and buy it before those other dorks could get their grubby little hands on it. They stole my house! 🙂
Anyway, take a look and oogle with me. Check out the landing on the second page, I think that’s my favorite. I love railings like that with open ceilings and floors, and that big huge chandolier coming down the center.
Haha, I should make myself a shirt that says “Architecture Geek” on it.
Since I was really bored and couldn’t have spent the whole afternoon drooling over mansions in France, I decided to take some pictures of my new lipstick to document for posterity how I conquered such a significant problem. 🙂 I’ve uploaded one, so here you go. Dramatic, isn’t it? I like it, I just wish lipstick weren’t so bothersome. I hate wearing it because I’m always afraid it’s on my teeth, or I’m going to smudge it somewhere. Same thing with make-up in general, it limits what a girl can do. Like hugging, I’m always afraid to give someone a good and proper hug when I have make-up, for fear I’ll smudge some on their shoulder or something. I hate that, which is why I don’t wear make-up often.
Hey! I should go take a picture of this really cool bruise on my ankle. I haven’t had a bruise that dramatic in ages. I should document that too… or not. Can you tell just how bored I really am? I’m talking about taking pictures of bruises for goodness sake! I need to find something to do. Bah.
Random thought: You know, Phish rules. You should get phish, it’s yummy. I stole my brother’s copy of Billy Breathes a few weeks ago and I’ve only just now had a chance to listen to it. I’m new to the whole Phish thing, I only own one of their albums (“Farmhouse” – good stuff!) but I love it just the same. (And if you’re thoroughly confused, for shame! Just kidding – Phish was a band. Go look them up on Amazon.)
I wonder when that lovely house sold? I wish it were closer to Paris, or preferably closer to Lille, that way it’d be within driving distance of Brussels, Paris, and London (via the Chunnel, of course. [That’s a great word.])
I’m off to find something to do now.