The (other) World of the Dynamite Lady

For anyone not keeping track at the other place, we've had rather a lot of visits from the fuck-up fairy lately. She continues to show up at regular intervals, despite my refusal to stock her favourite foods for most of the year. (Now I'm wondering what fuck-up fairy cakes would look like, hmm idea for when we get to have a party...) So that's going to be my halloween costume this year. I'm going to a club night in Glasgow, where dressing up is encouraged. I'm not 100% sure what I'm going to do yet, but here's some ideas (*marks things that would require a trip to the shops):

-A black dress of some description
-The black fairy wings from last year, back when I was just a normal bad fairy
-Ripped fishnets or laddered tights, if I have any that didn't get binned over the summer
-Crimping my hair into oblivion (it'll get deep conditioned on Sunday anyway, ready to go back to work after reading week)
-Green nail varnish with black crackle topcoat
-Green hairspray*
-White foundation*
-Green dazzle dust eyeshadow, because this is the one context where that stuff dribbling down my face might be acceptable.
-Gold false lashes - Tesco had these for a quid and cheapness doesn't matter here because if they fall off it'll just be another characteristic fuck-up ;)
-A green sparkly spider, just because one of the local shops is selling them (and purple ones, squee) and I want an excuse.
-Ovaries of steel to travel between here and Glasgow dressed like that - I still remember getting across Nottingham dressed as the Black Dahlia in my last summer there for a friend's movie themed party. At least this weekend I probably won't be the only person costumed up on public transport...

Today has been chosen because it was poo enough that I need a week's worth of good stuff to redeem it! Also because after a fair amount of stress I now need to get in the mood for a full research day tomorrow and a trip to visit Ducki on Friday, which includes meeting several of his friends and his mum. So here goes:
-Being with Duckula so much (two weekends running), which makes up for the long break when he was away at conferences.
-A nice trip to my local on Friday night
-A goth night on Saturday night
-Looking pretty good for the goth night, although the photos I got Ducki to take didn't come out so there is no real evidence
-Eating properly (rather than giving in to stress and starving or stuffing my face with crisps and biscuits)
-Getting a lot of walking in
-My class yesterday going better than I'd thought it might in the circumstances
-Cutting my nails - they looked great long and painted, but it was getting to the stage where they didn't feel so great for typing or doing other practical stuff around the house.
-Catching up on laundry this evening: I like the smell of basic non-bio washing powder, and also the prospect of having clean clothes.

Today's list of good things. I promise this won't be a daily outpouring, just something for when I feel especially crap otherwise.


I spoke to Duckula on the phone while he was on the train home from his conference. The call was short and the reception absolutely poo at both ends, but it was lovely all the same.
I had two long walks today, making the most of being in the Duckarchy. They must have added up to maybe two hours between them.
I have also quite possibly totalled the same amount of time doing poi. Still no fancy stuff, but I am getting more stamina and fewer bruises.
I have resisted the temptation to spend the *entire* weekend either on the internet or curled in a ball reading. This is despite having a period.
I have warded off several episodes of self-loathing and consciously withdrawn from the stimuli for these when I've noticed myself being drawn to them.
I have some lovely strawberries-and-cream (not real cream!) bath stuff to try out in a little while, courtesy of a sale in Norwich S'drug.
I can fit into the black shorts I bought last summer, which are allegedly my size but were at the time so excruciatingly painful that I only wore them once and thought better of repeating the experience. While they weren't baggy today (why would I want them to be?), they do actually fit without me breathing in or being unable to sit down.
More importantly, the above is due to healthier eating and a concerted effort to walk rather than get buses where possible. (ie when going somewhere within an hour's walk, in daylight and not carrying anything heavy) The shorts are a superficial thing to be happy about, but a healthier (unless you count breathing extra traffic fumes!) lifestyle is more important. And right now I seem to have both!