Me

I had my first day of work today. I work here now.

The light is beautiful outside. I think that spring may be coming, and it's melifluous glow is spilling in to each dark corner. Ahhh.

P.S. I have a date! Eeeee!

I have had such a great day!

Yesterday, I made up with a friend finally (I hold amazing grudges) and we talked for ages, I forgot how interesting it was to talk with him. Then today I just felt good! I got up and listened to some very loud Fleetwood Mac while I sort of bounced (in a Monnie way, that involves falling over a lot) about getting dressed. I decided that I had the arm strength to do something fancy with my hair, so I sectioned off the front bits and made a plait down each side, then parted the hair down the back and twisted each side into a messy bun with lots of tails at the back of my neck. I was really quite proud as I made it up all by myself and it was pretty (I took pictures!). I'm wearing my neat little fair-isle waistcoat that I got at a jumble sale too, I look cool.

When I went downstairs I was browsing through the London Review of Books or something, and at the back they had personals and I spotted this great one, it was so fantastic it made me squeal! It was a 54 year old, lesbian, vegetarian, Joan Baez fan, and it was really hilarious, I might have to right it out for you guys. I thought first of all that maybe Mum should write to her, but she said she would feel awkward because she's straight, so I decided that I'm going to write and make a new friend and just drop hints about how cool, but unfortunately straight, my mum is. I'm really quite excited about it, as I've been dying to make a new friend or so but I hate the conventional routes that teenagers tend to go through to get them. I hope she likes me. I'm going to start my letter tonight, write it out on the computer first and then write it on my nice new paper that I got from the station when I dropped Nikki off at the weekend.

Then my mum took me to the library. I got about nine CDs, I'm listening to the Joni Mitchell one now, but I also got ones by Vashti Bunyan, Po' Girl, The Bonzo Dog Doo-Dah Band, the Beach Boys, The Band, Captain Beefheart, Buffy Saint-Marie and Beth Orton. I got a tape of Peter Cook and Dudley Moore comedy too, Peter Cook is horrifyingly geniusificated. It was so gorgeous and quiet and lovely in the library, I hid for a bit in the classical music section which seemed to be the most quiet, but then my wheelchair broke and died. I wish one day that a librarian would look at the stuff I was taking out and start a conversation about folk music or something with me and then be my friend. I think I need a friend who is a librarian. I could so be a librarian.

The vintage clothes shop is close by the library so we went there too. Next time we're going to reserve a whole day for that shop, as I didn't realise it was obviously my spiritual home. I picked out a ton of things and ended up buying a dark red, cheesecloth, halterneck dress and a big, 70's purple velvet dress. There was another really gorgeous dress there too but it was £20 and I only had the change from a twenty I used to pay for the library stuff, so I'm going to think about it tonight and go back tomorrow and if it's still there, it was meant for me. If I go back tomorrow it will mean that I'd have been out three days in a row, which is fucking AMAZING.

I smell really bad, but I really don't mind. I've been brought up by a hairy hippy, so that slight smell of body odour just reminds me of my mum in the summertime. Obviously it can get to the point where is it gross, but I like the way people smell whether they have a natural odour or just a nice perfume.

I'm going to have a rest and then start my letter to the folkie queer. I might need opinions.

I have had such a great day!

Yours.

P.S. Comments make me feel validated as a person, especially if they share in my joy.

I know I'm usually a bit scatty about all those things but I decided to be orderly :P.