This post was written a few days ago. Time lapse, oui oui.
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OH MY GOD collapse die swoon damsel distressing heart attack dear goddies. 
Why all the couples? I was just walking to Esso to get my $1.85 milk tea and it was dark, breezy and cool. So I got my drink and decided to take the long(er) route home because I didn't feel like going home so quickly, and walking throughout the playground I suddenly noticed a dark hulking figure in the sandpit. Which was when I realized that it wasn't figure, but figures. A boy and a girl so closely entwined they looked like a single person from afar.
Yeah they were kissing. And stuff. Then they noticed me (I had to walk past them, oh the horror) and became all awkward, and they sort of continued, but stopped, then continued, sneaking glances at me all the while. Which was when I decided to open my bottle of milk tea and take swigs from it to feign drunken hobo nonchalance.
They broke apart totally when I walked past them and the guy was talking about thieves/teens. I was trying not to laugh. I wonder if they noticed my smile. Pure mirth!
So anyway yes. The latest Artemis Fowl book is Artemis Fowl and the Time Paradox. Time travel is always confusing. Just like the mobius strip, which I have never understood. Elder Artemis was locked in a kiss with Captain Holly Short (an inevitable outcome, but somehow refreshing) and younger Artemis viewed them with derision, unaware that the male was his future self. He said to Butler, 'You'll never catch me doing something like that.'
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He looks sweet like an owl-in-training.
STRIPED. JACKET.
Oh I am seriously considering getting one of those eco-friendly (how, I have no idea) totes (when I'm not thinking about Maths or Chem, that is. No, really.), like just for the heck of it because... because they're cool. Not one of those weird ones with a random picture of a penguin slapped onto the front with a $39.99 price tag attached, but a random cheap one I'll pick up for 50 cents, carry around for a week and banish to the innards of my wardrobe. Where it will biodegrade in peace.
And actual non-sportsy/conversey shoes. Like moccasins. Or shiny men's shoes, heck, like my dad's in miniature. Why am I saying all this?
Their clothes aren't particularly striking (at least not in comparison to the other zanier, crazier funkier cooler stuff) but... the people speak to me. Whatever, shut up. I feel they could do great things!! The girl has this slightly dusky, self-possessed look that reminds me of... Hermione Granger+Emily the Strange.
Whereas the pipe-thin guy looks like someone from the post office she met while on her way to speak to the owls about her incoming stock of Malpighian's Malicious Candles, and discovering that he was rather handy with hoot-lingo, decided to rope him into her quest for Owl's Rights. Hence as a pair, they gallivant around the city spiking the drinks of technophobes who refuse to get email, then drag them back to a secret cellar where they perform magic tricks on them.
