15/7/10

As per usual, in the hours prior to what is possibly going to be a life-changing event, I am sickeningly nervous. It is difficult for me, right now, to even consider regular things in life, like eating, or sleeping. I feel, in these sorts of moments, like I am a little disconnected, and while I understand that my obsessive nature should perhaps be something of a concern to me, the things that I love - and the moments that could occur, like during tomorrow - are more important than anything. Right now all my thoughts are circling around will that skirt look ok? or is there any possible way for me to make this new haircut of mine, which I am gradually beginning to despise, look normal? Yes, I have just had my hair cut and I now have a fringe. A fringe. Like an actual, 1990s schoolgirl fringe. Disgusting. Less Freja Beha Erichson and far more Chloe Sevigny in American Psycho. Not cool. I fear that I am going to have to wear a hat, and I do not have a head for hats - literally. But that is not important, to anyone else but me. What is important is the fact that I am going to see Bret Easton Ellis tomorrow. TOMORROW. And on the subject of Bret Easton Ellis, watch this exceptional shot film depciting a scene from Bret's new novel, Imperial Bedrooms. Eerily beautiful.