long cool woman in a pink dress
I am sooooo wrongly happy to have the Hollies' Greatest Hits CD. It's just like the record I *ahem* borrowed from my mother and was going to grind into fairy dust with a bad needle. I named my first parakeet after the Dear Eloise song, even if he was a boy. He was a bitch regardless of gender...My right speaker seems to have gone out at some point between noon and now, which is going to annoooyyyy me until I spin circles into the wall. We had to put up with one of Punker's speakers being out all last year...although that didn't affect me so much since I just listened to mp3's on pookie all day as a kind of magical protective barrier against Ani-overdoses. (I'm allergic. Sad but true.) BUT I just got a truckload of new music, and this will not do. Oh well. Beating it later will give me something to do.
I went to Wal Mart today. It frightens me, but I needed pears and yogurt and Crystal Light and other semi-diseased things. No lipstick this time, though. I have exhausted my makeup budget through October. I needed new eyeliner and brownish-black mascara to be This Year's Girl. Actually, I think I am just this week's girl. Heck, I'm lucky if I'm lucid enough to have made it to today's girl. Thoroughly Modern Mutants.
I need to go to the labyrinthine library and inspect their stock of Vonnegut. I found the smaller of the Kilgores in time for moving and remembered that he exists.
Classes start tomorrow. this is good and bad. I am forcing myself to get up at six-thirty, even though my first class is not until eleven, because I have an eight o'clock twice a week and need to wake up at the same time every day. I tend to be a sleepy girl alllll the time if I don't. Hopefully I will work up to playing at the rec center in the morning to kill that time before class. Caitlin said I should go with her and do a walking thing for forty minutes three times a week. HELLO. I walk that much for my classes ANYWAY, and if I'm going to go, it has to be in the early, early morning to cut down on the chance of anyone seeing me. Princesses are invisible.
I really, really hate when people whose company I enjoy offline are totally incapable of real conversation online. I would so much rather play online than off. Greenfreak said that it ought to be the other way, but that doesn't hold for me. OUT is scary and loud, and I dislike to mingle. Making friends is hard for me. Possibly because the friends I already have wear me out, even at a distance. I haven't decided which personality will be dominant this year, anyway, so I don't know what kind of person she'd like to hang with.
Not any of the girls I've seen on my floor this far, that's a sure thing. They want us to come play out front at six-thirty so they can feed us free pizza, but it's prly cancer pizza with Surge. I can look out the window later and check. Free food is nice, but I am still a little picky about what goes in my mouth.
Everything in the world falls into one or both of two categories: food and toys. Things that are both are better food than toys, because I inevitably eat them instead of play with them. Nature abhors a vacuum, and my little tummy needs to be full at all times so I won't be too nauseated when the government zoologists shoot me full of tranquilizer darts.
I must go weave chaos now. Arigato we love you!
I went to Wal Mart today. It frightens me, but I needed pears and yogurt and Crystal Light and other semi-diseased things. No lipstick this time, though. I have exhausted my makeup budget through October. I needed new eyeliner and brownish-black mascara to be This Year's Girl. Actually, I think I am just this week's girl. Heck, I'm lucky if I'm lucid enough to have made it to today's girl. Thoroughly Modern Mutants.
I need to go to the labyrinthine library and inspect their stock of Vonnegut. I found the smaller of the Kilgores in time for moving and remembered that he exists.
Classes start tomorrow. this is good and bad. I am forcing myself to get up at six-thirty, even though my first class is not until eleven, because I have an eight o'clock twice a week and need to wake up at the same time every day. I tend to be a sleepy girl alllll the time if I don't. Hopefully I will work up to playing at the rec center in the morning to kill that time before class. Caitlin said I should go with her and do a walking thing for forty minutes three times a week. HELLO. I walk that much for my classes ANYWAY, and if I'm going to go, it has to be in the early, early morning to cut down on the chance of anyone seeing me. Princesses are invisible.
I really, really hate when people whose company I enjoy offline are totally incapable of real conversation online. I would so much rather play online than off. Greenfreak said that it ought to be the other way, but that doesn't hold for me. OUT is scary and loud, and I dislike to mingle. Making friends is hard for me. Possibly because the friends I already have wear me out, even at a distance. I haven't decided which personality will be dominant this year, anyway, so I don't know what kind of person she'd like to hang with.
Not any of the girls I've seen on my floor this far, that's a sure thing. They want us to come play out front at six-thirty so they can feed us free pizza, but it's prly cancer pizza with Surge. I can look out the window later and check. Free food is nice, but I am still a little picky about what goes in my mouth.
Everything in the world falls into one or both of two categories: food and toys. Things that are both are better food than toys, because I inevitably eat them instead of play with them. Nature abhors a vacuum, and my little tummy needs to be full at all times so I won't be too nauseated when the government zoologists shoot me full of tranquilizer darts.
I must go weave chaos now. Arigato we love you!