Finally the weekend is here. It seems like it has taken a miniature eternity. I am utterly exhausted - I was almost falling asleep on the drive home, not such a good idea. But I have a lot of work to be doing over this weekend, a project due on Tuesday that I have barely even thought about, not to mention a party - yes, I actually received an invitation to somebody’s party, how odd, I haven’t been to one in a long while - and Christmas shopping! No rest for the wicked… I shall have to wait upon December 19^th, the final day of term, before I so much as see a chance to relax.

Nevertheless, Friday has brought its perks. Tonight is the biggest and brightest full moon in 15 years! Brilliant for a lycanthrope writer such as myself. I have recently discovered an utter fascination with the beauty of the full moon. One of my happiest days, one I spent with the person I adore, I can remember clearly marvelling at how large and bright the full moon seemed, how beautiful in its glory. It seemed to shine especially bright that night, because my head was filled with thoughts of him. I will be out taking photographs later. I have rediscovered my adoration of my little digital camera. (By nature I am an old school SLR user, dark room and all. I have a beautiful pair of cannon bodies and some really interesting lenses, all in full working order so frankly there is no need to change to digital just yet.)

Also, I passed by an alternative footwear shop on my way home, and now have a new pair of boots to join my collection! Demonia 106. Absolutely beautiful, and only set me back 56 GBP, so a complete bargain. They are joining my new rocks, (fondly referred to as my ‘monsters’), and a beautiful dainty little pair of ankle boots, (bought for me by the one I love), in my little family of gothic footwear. They do up with ribbon corseted up the back - the box contains red, purple, black and pale pink lengths, so plenty of room to change the look. On measuring the platforms I found them to be 4.5 inches, a good solid size, making me quite a bit taller but hopefully still a little shorter than the one I love. (I would still like to be a little shorter than he is.) I could not resist the opportunity to have a few photographs taken I am afraid. Oh how I love my new boots.
 
So happy I tell you! They are knee high, the hightest pair I own. The shop I bought them from actually specialises in thigh high boots, sell a lot of pole dancing boots, and advertise in their window that they are TV/TS friendly and willing to help, so a rather rare sort of a place. I only shop in their gothic side of the place, but on occaision there are other customers. This can be interesting - especially, for example, whentoday, a very very ordinary sort of a man in very very ordinary sort of clothes, started looking around the thigh boot section at the back of the shop.
 
It makes you wonder what all of those "ordinary" people on the street do in their spare time. People often look at me and must think that I am something strange - I am proudly gothic, and wear a variety of fashions, which does not completely go well with the very conservative town I live in. But really, I think it is the normal types who should be held under observation - who knows what sort of things they get up to once home?

56 GBP very well spent I think. I cannot wait to be able to wear them out. They fit my legs, which is really hard for me to find - I seemingly have rather thin legs, for every platform I've been trying recently is far too wide and looks nothing short of ridiculous. These, because of the corsetting design, pull to fit my legs! Very pleasing.

Haggling and thrift for the begginner. There is something really satisfying about discounts. The boots were discounted 20% - not for fault or flaw, but because it is Christmas and the shop, only a small business, anticipates more customers around this time, and so tries to sell as much as possible. Later, when buying Anne Rice’s ‘The Vampire Lestat’ for a friend in a high street bookshop, I requested a discount due to a very minor damage to the front cover. 10% off, without even so much as a quibble! I bought a blouse three weeks ago, and was given a £3 discount for asking. In another shop, I asked for a reduction based upon the notion that the item I wanted was being used in the window display, thus might have received some sort of damage. The retailer not only happily gave me 15% discount, but in fact gave me the same item from the shelf, one with no damage to it. (Though what damage the window display one could possibly have had remains a mystery, it was merely my starting point!) All of these little bits add up - I have saved, only so far this month, 22.8 GBP. So it’s not exactly going to pay any bills, but it’s definitely not to be sniffed at. The art of haggling is not only enjoyable but rewarding too. Most large chains will merely laugh if one tries to haggle, but in small boutiques it is easy, and it often pays well! And the book was actually from WHSmith, who were most happy to oblige. Something about my phsychology just adores the feeling of saving money.

My laptop fan is being increasingly noisy. I hope it isn't suffering from dust bunnies. I've only had it for a year... And I have hideous amounts of fanfiction to be writing. I need to post Chapter 14 of my Inheritance Trilogy fiction tomorrow at the latest.