Went on a shopping spree with mum and fashion-plate older sister Melissa today. New jeans! New panties! New bras!
I AM A NEW WOMAN!
Ugh. Just had a horrible nightmare that I cut my hair to chin-length. Naturally, it was horrible and demented-looking. It was a hideous shade of white-blond, and when I toussled it up to look for a style that would minimize the damage, it turned into yarn, which in the dream reminded me of the hair on a Rainbow Brite doll. Ugh. Think Farscape‘s Chiana with slightly longer hair, a limp, ineffective perm, on the worst hair day of her life, without spiky hair gel. Anyway, mum was helping me move into the Penn dorm, which was insanely nice, and I found that on my hall were Tina Lalangas (my best friend in 5th grade), Jenny Branson, Tanja, and Carrot, among about 15 faceless others. I shared a dorm with Tina. The first night was an anime cosplay party, so I chose to go as Ed from Cowboy Bebop. As I searched my closet for something suitably androgynous, Mother confusedly hovering over my shoulder, I found in a drawer a giant clown pillow, a marionette of a demented blue dog, and quite a few other “what the hell”s. I eventually found a satisfying-enough outfit and ran off to find Tanja.
Craziness.
I suppose I might as well explain why I detest crotches so. Here, have a cookie. Lovely background inspired by a conversation with the inimitable Alicey. ‘Tis an illustration for a fanfic, because I’m a complete t00b like that. And no, that’s not the earth, it’s a metal sphere. Bah. Hopefully, I’ll finish this tomorrow (erm… which is now today). Whee! ::performs the obligatory Alan Cumming/fuzzy damp blue elf-mutant squee-dance and runs away::
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I just got an email entitled “Tis the Season”, whose text consisted of the word “pillage.” 41 times. My day has fulfilled its surrealism quotient.
Sam, Monica, Jen and I hereby declare that MWPP now stands for “Men With Pretty Pants”. Adjust all resources accordingly.
I LOFF MY ALICEY
Word to the wise: Reading Bridget Jones’ Diary while exercising is a very bad thing. I apply her insecurities to myself, and I feel like a fat blob. Wah.
Item #27 on my list of “Things That Are Wrong With The World”
Hee! My reason for detesting crotches will become apparent in the next few days, perhaps even today if I get enough work done.
And because this entry has no real point, I’ll distract you from that fact with this list of Calvin and Hobbes quotes!
I HATE CROTCHES.