Got these at the Oxford Circus TopShop for £70, suede and braided nubuck!

My boyfriend tells me he just spent $70 on an Electric Organ and I’m pretty sure I’m gearing up to spend that much on shoes between yesterday and today alone. And this is not taking into account the 8 other pairs I’ve purchased so far this summer.

I shipped a bunch over to New York, land of no sales tax on shoes and clothing under $100, in his trusted custody. Oh dear.

And since I haven’t done one of these ‘minor details of what’s going on in my life,’ here’s a quickie!

Lately I’ve…

1. Been working quite a lot. I gotten a part-time job [though my current hours are edging dangerously near to full time] for the summer, and naturally, have already gotten tickets lined up ready to squander all my not-quite-earned savings away: yes, m’dears, I’m going to JAPAN for Christmas vacation.
2. Does anyone else find the Fantasmic Disneyland radio commercial song oddly catching? When it comes on I find myself humming along much too frequently.
3. Been slowly (not quite surely) putting up a few backdated posts about my Europe trip, which is more than I ever did for my China vacation last summer.
4. Also been trying to figure out how to compact all the shit stuff I want to get back to New York in late August packed into one under-25lb parcel mail box, a medium-sized suitcase, and 2 carry-on’s. I’m trying to stay away from a suitcase being one of those carry-ons.

Matt Damon at the end of a day's shooting.

My school’s been featured in quite a few movie filmings lately, the most recent two being Wall Street 2 (featuring Shia LaBeouf and Michael Douglas) last month and The Adjustment Bureau (Matt Damon) just today. For both, the production agencies offered the opportunity for students to apply as Extras, and mostly because I needed money, I tried my luck at the latter one. Amazingly, I got a reply 2 hours after I sent in my picture.

The extras gathered to cheer on the campaigning senator who Damon plays.

So this morning I haul my ass up after 4 hours of sleep at 5am to meet the call time of 5:45 dressed in more colorful winter finery than I would have chosen for myself naturally. 10 hours later after all parts of me have lost feeling and gone numb, we wrap.

Moral of the day? Dress warmly and understand that Extra-ing is the tedious task of standing around. There’s no glamor to it, even if you are essentially paid as human fodder.